He's stalking and begging for reconciliation

Someone in the distance recognized him and greeted him, "Manager Lu, over here!"

Zheng Qian didn't look surprised either, he didn't even raise his head, he was still doing what he was doing.

Lu Xingzhou walked over, asked a few random questions and didn't say anything more.

He silently followed behind Zheng Qian, seeing his earnest appearance when making plans, he was a little dazed for a while.

Serious Zheng Qian is really attractive, no matter how many times he watched it, he couldn't get enough of it.

When Zheng Qian finished the task at hand, he raised his head and glanced at Lu Xingzhou. Seeing Lu Xingzhou stupidly looking at his background, he showed a slightly disgusted look.

Lu Xingzhou quickly looked away, and Zheng Qian said, "Follow me to the construction site to have a look."

Lu Xingzhou nodded, and the two went to the construction site together.

The excavator was working around, they stayed for a while, and were about to leave, when suddenly, not far away, a huge billboard was slowly falling and smashed towards Zheng Qian.

But Zheng Qian didn't notice the approaching danger at all, Lu Xingzhou's eyes were tearing apart, and he shouted loudly: "Be careful!!!"

Zheng Qian turned his head inexplicably, only to see Lu Xingzhou's pupils shrunk sharply, his expression tensed, and he was rushing towards him.

When he reacted, he was already tightly protected by Lu Xingzhou.

At the same time, he felt the person on his body shake violently, let out a painful muffled sound, and then even his breathing became weak.

Feeling a burst of warmth around his neck, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and the sticky touch made him a little flustered.

He looked at his hand, it was blood!

He was pinned down by Lu Xingzhou and couldn't move. He didn't know what happened. He only saw the people around him panicking and bewildered.

Zheng Qian was inexplicably annoyed, he said furiously, "What are you doing in a daze, quickly help him up."

"Manager Lu, he...he." The contractor said tremblingly, "You move slowly... yes, call 120 quickly."

The workers around hurriedly gathered around and lifted up the billboard together.

Zheng Qian just crawled out from under Lu Xingzhou. He saw Lu Xingzhou lying on the ground, spitting out blood from his mouth, his face gradually turned pale, his lips began to turn blue, and even his eyes began to lose sight of him. , A little bit of cold sweat began to ooze from his forehead.

Zheng Qian panicked now, he squatted down and shouted: "Lu Xingzhou, Lu Xingzhou, what's wrong with you, say something!"

Lu Xingzhou didn't agree at all, Zheng Qian touched his hand, it was cold, as cold as a dead person.

Seeing Lu Xingzhou's appearance, Zheng Qian didn't dare to touch him easily, for fear of hurting Lu Xingzhou again.

He glanced at the billboard that had been thrown aside. Zheng Qian couldn't imagine how painful it would be to hit something so heavy.

After an unknown amount of time, 120 arrived, and the medical staff in the car came down to check Lu Xingzhou's pulse, then moved him nervously onto a stretcher, and pushed him into the car.

At this time, Lu Xingzhou was already in shock.

Zheng Qian knew that Lu Xingzhou was seriously injured, so he quickly followed the ambulance all the way to the hospital.

Lu Xingzhou was pushed into the operating room. During the operation, several serious illness notifications were issued. After Zheng Qian signed, he sat on the sofa outside the operating room, not knowing what he was thinking.

Until the door of the operating room was pushed open, Zheng Qian greeted him. The doctor took off his mask and said, "The patient suffered a ruptured spleen caused by trauma, a broken rib, stabbed lung, and shock caused by excessive blood loss. He still needs to take good care of his family. Fortunately, it didn't hit the head, otherwise it would be hard to say."

Zheng Qian nodded and said yes, Lu Xingzhou was pushed into the ICU, he looked at Lu Xingzhou through the glass on the door.

The person inside had no blood on his face and was wearing a ventilator, covering more than half of his small face.

The only thing that can be sure that the person is still alive is that the electrocardiogram beside the bed is still beating regularly.

There was no emotion on Zheng Qian's face, and his eyes were full of indelible intensity, which made people wonder what he was thinking.