Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

in the hospital...

The smell of disinfectant is particularly strong.

The white lights in the ward were very bright. Fu Liang was sitting on the edge of the bed. The doctor in a white coat was stitching him carefully. The little nurse was standing aside with an enamel tray on which were piled up alcohol, needles and thread, cotton tweezers, scissors and other things.

In the trash can at his feet were balls of cotton stained dark red with blood.

"hiss--"

Fu Liang endured the pain. After finishing the work, a thick white bandage was wrapped around his head. A little pink blood oozes from the outside of the gauze, and an OK bandage was pasted on the sharpened jaw after disinfection.

These two things are insignificant in front of his handsomeness, and a handsome person is handsome no matter what.

When the doctor was performing a minor operation on Song Jingyuan, Fu Liang was dragged by Shen Hao for a full-body examination. Although he was beaten badly, his internal organs were not injured, so Shen Hao felt relieved.

Song Jingyuan's operation went smoothly. The doctor said that luckily the dagger was inserted in a biased position and did not poke any internal organs. They wrapped several rounds of gauze around Song Jingyuan's waist, and the cotton that was applied to the wound was bulging.

Fu Liang saw Song Jingyuan sitting on the hospital bed, with his light blue hospital gown open, his beautiful collarbone piercing his eyes clearly, and the faint lines of his chest muscles... Fu Liang swallowed almost indiscernibly I spit.

Song Jingyuan noticed his gaze from the corner of his eye, and immediately tilted his head and smiled at him. Fu Liang hurriedly turned his eyes away and left the ward.

Song Jingyuan's smile froze instantly, and the slender, skinny fingers on his side were clenched together.

Fu Liang stood in a daze in the corridor of the hospital, Song Jingyuan's eyes and smile just now were running around in his mind, which made him very uneasy.

"Fu Liang, I have something to tell you."

Shen Hao walked up to him, and handed him the two plastic bags in his hands, which contained grain cakes.

This is the dinner that Shen Hao bought for Fu Liang and Song Jingyuan at the entrance of the hospital.

"what's up?"

Fu Liang had a plastic bag of Song Jingyuan's grain cake hanging on his wrist, and took a bite of his own cake with both hands.

Shen Hao hesitated for a moment: "I suspect that the four hooligans who came at me were the ones Song Jingyuan was looking for."

Fu Liang stopped chewing and looked at him in disbelief.

Shen Hao put his hands in his pockets, stood side by side with him against the wall, and stared down at the toes of his shoes: "Because... I broke up with you before because he threatened me...he found someone to follow my mother, you know, I It's a single-parent family, our family is not rich, I can't let my mother have an accident..."

Fu Liang stared thoughtfully at the white wall opposite, and took a big bite of the multigrain cake: "I see, Hao'er, don't worry, leave the rest to me, if you find anything wrong, please let me know. "

"En." Shen Hao nodded movedly, and raised his hand on his shoulder with feeling, "Thank you, but you have to be careful, he is a sickly pervert."

"Don't worry, I know how to deal with him."

Fu Liang tilted his head towards him and slightly hooked the corners of his lips.

Song Jingyuan's face was pale due to excessive blood loss. He leaned on the wall with his left hand, and stood at the three-way intersection in the corridor, watching them silently. He couldn't hear what Shen Hao and Fu Liang said, but he guessed that Shen Hao would definitely not say that he what a nice word.

He wrinkled his nose and looked at Shen Hao with sinister eyes.

He was jealous of Shen Hao, jealous of Shen Hao standing beside Fu Liang, jealous of Shen Hao smiling at Fu Liang, jealous of Shen Hao putting his hand on Fu Liang's shoulder.

Song Jingyuan clenched his teeth, and the nails of his right hand, which were hanging down, pinched blood marks on the palm of his hand.