Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun was hit so that the whole person took two steps back to stabilize his body.

Su Zhinian in her arms had begun to fall, and she hurriedly extended her hands and hugged his arm.

He is slender and does not look fat at all, but the weight of his body almost allows Song Qingchun to exert the strength of his body before he can barely support his body.

Closer, Song Qingchun saw his expression more clearly.

His eyes were closed, his face flushed with a strange flush, and his long, elegant eyebrows scrambled hard, seeming to be painful.

"Su Zhinian? Su Zhinian?" Song Qingxian first whispered his name in a low voice. Seeing that he had no reaction, he freed a hand to probe his forehead. The temperature was like boiling water. She immediately withdrew her hand.

It turned out that he burned much more than she expected when she touched his finger... Even she felt the heavy body he was pressing on herself and began to shudder.

His contract with her had expired, and between words and deeds, he wished to leave his relationship with her clean... so even if he died of a high fever and died on the road, he had nothing to do with her.

If she didn’t want to make Song Menghua angry, she would never chase him out and give him clothes...

Song Qingchun bit her lips and thought for a while, raised her head, and looked at the empty street, without even a car shadow.

However, wouldn't she be so cruel to leave him here? Or would she call him 110 and leave?

Song Qingchun was thinking, while looking sideways at Su Zhinian's face. He should be uncomfortable. The original tight eyebrows were all wrinkled together at this time, beautiful and soft lips, because of A small murmur of pain.

Song Qingchun heard an inexplicable distress at the bottom of her heart. She stared at him and gritted her teeth, and then dragged his heavy body, resisting the knock on the leg, and slowly moved towards his car.

Song Qingchun exhausted the strength of feeding, so he put Su Zhinian into the car.

Breathlessly helping him fasten his seat belt, she hurried around the car and climbed into the driver's seat.

Song Qingchun speeded up the throttle while constantly raising his eyelids to look at him through the rearview mirror. His hands covered his abdomen somehow, his white face was covered with large drops of sweat, and his mouth Continuously groaning painfully.

Song Qingchun was not the one who had never seen Su Zhinian being sick and injured. Even if the blood was stained on the half of the time when his head was smashed, he did not look as if he was not as angry as he is now.

His appearance was like dying when he was on the verge of death, and he would die at any time.

Song Qingchun suddenly panicked. She picked up her phone almost without any thought, shaking her finger and dialed Dr. Xia's phone.

...

When Song Qingchun parked the car in the courtyard of Su Zhinian's villa, Dr. Xia had not arrived yet.

She pulled him out of the car with difficulty, and dragged him to the door of the house.

He was still in a comatose state, and Song Qingchun entered the password of his house with a try attitude, and with a "click", the house lock was opened.

Song Qingchun didn't even care about changing shoes to Su Zhinian. With all his strength, he dragged him upstairs and put him on the bed of the bedroom.