Quick Wear: Beautiful cannon fodder, she is always coveted by crazy critics

When they drove to the hospital, the back of Qin Yan's shirt was completely stained, and he was immediately pushed into the operating room by the doctor for emergency treatment.

Three of the deeper wounds were stitched, and the remaining glass debris in the rest were cleaned up one by one.

Jiang Zhiyue sat beside the bed and looked at Qin Yan. He was still as careless as usual and didn't even wear his hospital gown properly.

The open collar hung loosely on both sides of the narrow waist, revealing layer upon layer of gauze wrapped around it.

She pursed her lips, and her half-closed eyelashes cast long and beautiful shadows on her eyelids, making her look a little listless.

Although it was unclear why Fei Rui was so paranoid, trying to take her life time and again, but showing mercy at the most critical moment, as if he was enjoying torturing her.

But the cause was caused by myself after all. For Qin Yan, Lin Sheng and the people around me, it seems that leaving is the best choice.

But how can we ensure that the plot progresses smoothly in this way?

Jiang Zhiyue ruffled her long hair in annoyance and hurriedly called out to the system, "Dou Bao, what is the situation with Fei Rui now?"

"He didn't seem so crazy in the original plot."

It took Tang Bao a while to realize that she was talking to him, and he said slowly,

[Fei Rui has changed along with Qin Beizhou's changes, so his personality that was not revealed in the book has become more distinct.]

[Malicious interpretation, extreme distrust of people, unreasonable doubt, and resentment towards insults and contempt. ]

[At present, it looks more like paranoid schizophrenia. ]

"..."

A mentally ill person does not need to bear criminal responsibility when he or she kills someone because he or she is unable to control his or her behavior.

Once his family takes him back abroad for treatment, he will be at large again.

She bit her lower lip in worry, her consciousness was pulled back by the fingertips pressing on the corner of her lips, and she raised her eyes to meet the man's sharp features.

"If you bite it again, it will break."

Qin Yan knew that Jiang Zhiyue felt guilty about Fei Rui's matter, so he raised his arms and let her hug him, then touched her hair to soothe her.

"None of this is your fault, don't take it upon yourself."

Hearing the girl's muffled response, he deliberately increased the strength of his arm around her waist to distract her attention.

"Ayan, I can't breathe--"

Just as Jiang Zhiyue was about to raise her hand to push, she heard the man groan, frowned with stern features, bent over and rested his chin on the crook of his neck.

"It seems to have torn the wound."

She suddenly stopped and looked over her shoulder at Qin Yan's back with concern, "Let me help you take off your shirt and see if there's any bleeding."

"How about calling a doctor?"

"It's okay, just let me hold you for a while."

At the same time, a series of clicking sounds were heard outside the VIP ward door.

Qin Wanni was holding a fruit plate and watching the two people being intimate. She didn't know whether they could enter or not.

"My brother is just scamming someone. Of course, it's okay, sister-in-law."

"But he was right about one thing. It's not your fault."

As she spoke, she carried the fruit plate to the bedside table next to the bed, "It's my fault as a single dog."

"My mistake was that I shouldn't have come to see you guys show your affection."

Qin Wanni's sudden change in painting style made Jiang Zhiyue chuckle.

Seeing that Qin Yan looked a little aggrieved, like a wounded little wolf, she had no choice but to put down her refusing hand and let him hug her.

The temperature was nearly 30 degrees, and it felt like I was hugging a hot stove. I moved my shoulders uncomfortably and said, "It's hot."

"Turn on the air conditioner."

Qin Wanni looked at Qin Yan, who was resting his chin on the girl's shoulder and raising his eyebrows to order her around. She reluctantly picked up the remote control, pressed a few buttons and put it back on the bedside table on the first floor.

Not wanting to see these two people being so affectionate, I quickly ran away with my bag on my back.

Feeling the gentle touch of the fingertips on her waist, Jiang Zhiyue pressed the man's hands on the soft mattress and asked, "Did he chase her away on purpose?"

"Well, the light in the room isn't bright enough? Why do you have to leave another light bulb?"

The girl slapped the hand of the person in front of her half-punishingly, and said in a scolding tone: "What a light bulb, you are covered in injuries, what else do you want to do."

"Nothing to do, just a kiss." Qin Yan casually shook his hair, revealing his heroic forehead. He raised his chin slightly, staring at her delicate red lips, "It relieves the pain."

"If it hurts, just take painkillers. You are just being idealistic."

Jiang Zhiyue was about to stand up, but he asked him to hold his wrist and sit back down, and explained logically, "Divert your attention, and the pain won't be so obvious."

The man's eyes were deep and intense, filled with indissoluble emotions. His usually unruly eyes suddenly became affectionate, causing her to turn her head away in shame.

The air was quiet for a moment, and suddenly a whispered laugh was heard.

Seeing the faint curve at the corner of Qin Yan's lips, she cast a puzzled look at him, "What are you laughing at?"

"Luckily you're okay."

Jiang Zhiyue blinked her eyelashes slightly, the expression on her face gradually faded, and she unconsciously pursed her red lips, "What do you mean by fortunately, you were injured, weren't you?"

"Compared to the injuries I got while practicing skateboarding, it's nothing."

Seeing his nonchalant tone, Jiang Zhiyue let out a long sigh, held his face with both hands, leaned in and touched the corner of his lips, "Does it help to relieve the pain?"

Qin Yan's dark pupils changed slightly, and his breathing became disordered for a moment. He raised his hand and pinched the back of the girl's neck, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Why is it useless?"

Pushing aside the hair that was kissed into his lips, he tucked the girl's messy hair behind her ears and kept kissing her hot earlobes, causing her waist to soften.

Jiang Zhiyue couldn't help but let out a soft hum. Her beautiful, swan-like neck curved up and was taken into the man's palm and pulled forward.

The posture is strong and domineering.

The charming and lingering atmosphere caused the air temperature to rise sharply.

Just when I was about to lose control, the calm voice of the doctor suddenly came from the door, "The patient has three deep wounds, which have just been sutured. It is not recommended to do strenuous exercise in the short term."

"..."

The atmosphere was suddenly disrupted. Jiang Zhiyue buried her head in the man's chest and pinched Qin Yan lightly to signal him to let the doctor leave quickly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as one person left, another one came.

Standing at the door and seeing the girl kneeling on his lap, he coughed heavily and said, "I came at a bad time."

Hearing the familiar voice, she looked back in surprise at Qin Yonglin who was not far away, quickly straightened her posture and sat up beside the bed, then nodded and greeted him.

I want to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.

Compared to the embarrassed Jiang Zhiyue, Qin Yan didn't look embarrassed at all. He just wiped off the sparkling water on his lips and continued, "It's really not the right time."

"I'm sorry to have delayed your grandchildren."

Jiang Zhiyue, who hasn’t recovered yet:!

You are so bold.