What if the blind date is a hundred-year-old ghost?

The originally noisy surroundings instantly quieted down because of Jiang Jian's words. Although there were not many guests chatting with people on the lawn at that time, there were quite a few people who looked towards the rooftop when Guan Mei yelled at them. So many pairs of eyes really Seeing that Guan Heng was pushed down by Guan Zhilin.

Guan Wenlian looked at them with a half-hearted smile: "Master Jiang, this matter is a private matter of the Guan family. Maybe there was some conflict between them at that time, so let them resolve it by themselves."

The words are obvious, let him not to meddle in other people's business, although the current Jiang family can't offend, but only one Jiang Jian is not necessarily...

At this moment, Guan Zhilin had disappeared, and Guan Mei stumbled down. She rushed in front of Jiang Jian, whimpering, not knowing what to say, and tremblingly reached out her hand to touch Guan Heng, but was caught by Jiang Jian. Blocking it, Jiang Jian glanced at her expressionlessly.

Without the patience to waste time with them, Jiang Jian directly picked up Guan Heng and walked quickly to his parking space.

As soon as Guan Wei raised his hand, someone immediately blocked his way.

He looked at Jiang Jian's father standing beside him calmly and said, "The children's business..." Jiang Fu interrupted before he finished speaking: "The child is grown up, and I can't take care of it anymore."

Guan Wei was very upset when he was interrupted, Guan Jia must not leave, he had to stay here to continue his life for the Guan family!

Jiang Jian's impatience was about to reach its peak at this moment, he frowned fiercely, his whole body looked dangerous, and sternly said to those people:

"Go away!"

Those who blocked him spread out around him, not daring to act rashly.

A siren sounded suddenly not far away, and red and blue lights were slowly approaching.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, Jiang Jian walked away without hesitation with a cold face, quickly put Guan Heng in the car, started the engine and drove away.

The police car stopped in front of them very quickly, and a bearded man with a cropped hair came down and looked at the group of people and said, "Sorry to bother everyone, someone reported that someone here is suspected of murder."

Guan Wei took a deep breath, clutching his crutch tightly, stepped forward and said to the cropped man in a slow voice: "Officer, this is all a misunderstanding."

Cun Tou patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said loudly: "Don't worry, if you misunderstood, we will check it out and find out."

Guan Heng's consciousness is chaotic. Sometimes he feels the ice-cold deep sea, and sometimes he feels hot like a stranded shriveled fish. His internal organs are boiling and burning. Countless hammers hit his head hard, but there is a nauseating smell in his mouth. Sweet and greasy, it is the illusion of having candied dates in the mouth.

Jiang Jian drove the car to the hospital, and when he turned his head sideways, he saw Guan Heng's pale lips gradually turning purple, his clothes soaked all over his body as if he had just been fished out of the sea, and he kept babbling with his eyes tightly closed.

Turned up the air conditioner in the car a few more degrees, and called his name while staring anxiously at the stranded traffic ahead, trying to wake him up, but Guan Heng did not respond to the outside world at all. He wrapped it up, for fear that he would become pregnant from the cold.

After arriving at the hospital, Jiang Jian held Guan Heng in the cold and rushed in quickly. The doctors and nurses on the side were also frightened by his violent movements, and hurriedly called someone to come for an examination.

Guan Heng was placed stiffly on the snow-white bed sheet. The doctor quickly examined him, then frowned and said to Jiang Jian: "He is in normal health."

Jiang Jian didn't believe it, Guan Heng was in so much pain when he was in the car, the doctor couldn't do anything about his stubbornness, so he called an old doctor with more experience to see him, and used all kinds of complicated instruments to do it for him. The examination results all showed that everything in Guan Heng's body was normal.

The doctor could only comfort him by saying that maybe the patient just fainted from fright now, and he will wake up on his own after a period of time.

Jiang Jian took a few breaths, followed the nurse to go through the hospitalization procedures, and got a single room for him, as if he suddenly thought of something, he hurried up to change his wet clothes, and took the hospital room Put on his hospital gown.

After covering Guan Heng's quilt, Jiang Jian sat holding his pile of wet clothes and stared at him quietly, watching his steady breathing and regular ups and downs of his body without any sense of time.

He is regretting.

Regretting why he ran away at that time, leaving him alone, he read every text message Guan Heng sent him, and every time he called, he had to restrain his hands from answering, and every day when he was nestled on the sofa, he always felt The embrace is vacant, and I will miss his shy smile and those slightly lowered eyes.

The clock in the ward ticked away, and Jiang Jian sat on the chair beside the bed like a silent statue, forgetting that he was also dripping wet all over.

The phone rang broke the silence, and Jiang Jian's eyeballs moved, fearing that Guan Heng would be disturbed, so she took the phone and walked outside the ward.

"Guan Zhilin is gone."

Jiang Jian hummed without any unnecessary answer.

There was a pause over there and said: "Those people helped hide this matter, and now everyone has dispersed."

Jiang Jian leaned against the door of the ward, her eyes never leaving the white hospital bed. After all, this matter had to be dealt with privately, and no matter what the identities of the people present at the time were, it would not be good for anyone to spread such a matter.

"Understood, thank you." Just as Jiang Jian hung up the phone, Zhao Yunwei called in:

"how is he?"

"The doctor said he's fine, but he's in a coma now."

Zhao Yun breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, you don't know how sad Aunt Mei was crying, she said... She said she gave Guan Zhilin a glass of wine when he was pushing Xiao Jia, and that glass of wine was not quite right, But after she went to look for the wine again, she never saw it again."

Jiang Jian swallowed a piece of refreshing mint, and tapped his fingers on the wall slightly, which was what he would do when he was thinking.

"You take a good look at the child. I guess he was quite frightened. Tell me the address of the hospital. Your dad and I will come and see it tomorrow."

Jiang Jian sent the address to Zhao Yunwei, sat back on the chair beside the hospital bed, took Guan Heng's hand curled up slightly under the quilt, and slowly pressed his palm.

The next day both Zhao Yunwei and Jiang's father came to the hospital, Zhao Yunwei took a long time to persuade Jiang Jian to go back and take a bath, and within half a day, he saw Jiang Jian changed into a suit and returned to the ward, skillfully Wipe and change clothes for Guan Heng.

Zhao Yun was slightly surprised. She had never seen anyone who could take care of Jiang Jian so meticulously. When she left, she hesitated to speak. When she looked back and saw Jiang Jian staring at the person on the hospital bed, she held her husband's arm in relief. arm gone.

Guan Heng was in great pain. His body and head felt like an old and rusty machine that was on the verge of destruction when it was forced to start. The ghost energy of the seven orifices was sealed, and the veins were blocked. He could feel that his soul was slowly leaving this place. with a body.

His head was sticky and sticky, and he seemed to be in chaos. He watched himself float up, he felt as if he had forgotten something, and when he looked down, he found the man who was half leaning on his hospital bed.

He controlled himself to float in front of Jiang Jian, and when he took a closer look, he saw the thick blue shadows under his eyes. The most decent person in normal times also had blue stubble on his chin.

He wanted to touch Jiang Jian, whom he had never seen before, and who had taken care of him like this, but he couldn't.

So he got angry, and brushed his hands over his face over and over again, only to find that his hands couldn't touch anything, and could only pass across the middle.

Guan Heng stopped, there was no light in his eyes, only thick ink that could not be melted, and finally he lowered his head and gently put a stick on Jiang Jian's lips with his mouth, saying: "Wait for me."

The author has something to say: Writing it out is like a sudden avalanche of mountains that were originally made of paper...