Flash Marriage and Mysterious Hubby

The man suddenly hugged her tightly, his cold lips pressed against her ear. "It's okay, it's okay Xiao Xi, it's okay ?"

Ye Xi's consciousness was hazy, he did not hear the change in form of address her as anything.

She only felt the strength in her arms, the tension of her face against his embrace, tight as stone, and that his embrace was trembling, very slight, but she knew it was trembling!

He pressed his face against hers, wet with sweat, so tight, so tight against her face, so soothing in her ear.

Tears suddenly surged into a river.

Ye Xi sneezed, sneezing fiercely.

Her frail body trembled like a sieve.

Two years ago, in that moment of despair, she had cried out his name over and over in her mind, numbing her own soul.

But he didn't come. He didn't come.

She was afraid, especially afraid that she would die and never see him again.

So she tried to climb out of the car, to climb out...

"Woo woo ?" Ye Xi started crying, her hands shaking as she struggled to hold the man, "Hubby ?"

The man's back trembled violently. "I'm here, my husband is here, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid ?"

"I'm in so much pain, so much pain ?" Ye Xi cried profusely as his left eye was covered by the liquid that was flowing down from his forehead. He was unable to open it because the black eyelashes were tainted by the terrifying red liquid.

However, to the man, it was a heart-wrenching pain.

He held the crying girl in his arms and cried out in pain as if she was a precious treasure. His cold heart ripped open a hole and his eyes turned red.

He kissed her weeping lips, her face, her nose, her right eye, but he never dared to touch her left eye.

His throat felt like it was stuck with a sharp blade, slicing through his throat time and time again.

Why does it hurt so much!?

The pain of being unable to speak!

The man closed his eyes and gently grabbed her head with his large palm. Leaning into his embrace, he strode into the car.

When he got into the car, the girl in his arms held up her sleepy eyes and asked him to save the other girl.

When he said yes, she dared to let herself fall asleep in his arms.

KW Hospital, outside the VVIP ward.

The cold wind stared at the cold man who stood against the wall, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette, head tilted, eyes narrowed at the cold man who was lying on the sickbed.

His perfectly curved jaw and left ear were stained with more or less bloody stains.

Deep creases appeared on the chest area of the normally orderly black shirt.

Beneath his dusty, expensive black leather shoes, cigarette butts were scattered all over the floor.

Moreover, he could clearly see that the man's hands, which were holding the cigarette, were visibly trembling. His breathing was very thick and heavy, and his dark red eyes stared unblinkingly at the girl on the sickbed.

At this moment, Leng Feng was fearful. The man in front of him reminded him of the man who, two years ago, had almost killed him due to insanity.

"When will she wake up?" The man didn't turn his head to look at the cold wind. His throat was hoarse from the long smoke.

The face that was abnormally white from the cold wind creased, "A slight concussion, you will wake up after a day's rest."

The man stopped talking. He casually tossed his empty eyes to the ground. With his elegant neck drooping, he took out another cigarette and lit it up. Then, he placed it between his lips.

Cold Wind saw this and secretly clenched his fists. He raised his courage and said, "Boss, the hospital has a special smoking room. Although you are smoking outside the ward, it is difficult to keep the smoke from drifting into the ward, which will affect the recovery and rest of the patients."

Hearing that, Huo Yaoting's smoking movement stopped, he lowered his head, his black eyes staring at the burning cigarette in his hand for a few seconds. He frowned, and threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and said coldly, "Cleaning, disinfection!"

"I'll get someone to clean it." Seeing that he did not smoke anymore, Leng Feng heaved a sigh of relief, and looked deeply into the ward.

In this world, perhaps only the girl in the sickbed could affect this proud and aloof man.

The cold wind had just left.

Go to Huo Jianjia, Huo Chengshang and Qi Song then rushed to the hospital.

When Huo Chengshang saw the blood on Huo Yaoting's neck, a strong killing intent instantly ignited in the eagle-eyed man.

Huo Chengshang's heroic face tensed up, he walked to Huo Yaoting in two steps, and his expression could not hide his worry: "Ting, what's going on?"

Huo Yaoting shot a few glances at them, and finally fixed his gaze on Huo Jianjia.

Huo Jianjia's heart turned cold from his gaze. She swallowed her saliva and looked at the blood stain on his chin in shock. Then she took a deep breath and walked forward, extending her hand to touch his chin.

However, he turned his face away to avoid it.

Huo Jianjia's heart turned cold once again, he bit his lips lightly, and helplessly retracted his hand, carefully looking at him: "Old brother, are you injured?"

Huo Yaoting pursed his lips, and his gaze once again fell on Huo Jianjia's body.

The lacquer deep as a cave eye pool, sharp and extremely penetrating.

It was like her eyes when she tried to hypnotize someone.

Huo Jianjia was shocked by his own thoughts.

At the same time.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

Inhaling a few breaths of cold air, Huo Jianjia raised her trembling eyes and looked at him.

He had already calmly turned his gaze away and said in an indifferent tone, "No."

Huo Jianjia frowned, "Then what about the blood on your body?"

Huo Yaoting turned her face to the side, her thin lips pressed tightly against his, "It's not mine."

Not his?

Huo Jianjia's eyelids jumped, seeing that his eyes were fixated on the ward, his brows slightly moved, Huo Jianjia slowly walked to the door of the ward, through the glass window she could see the sickbed's pale face, which was as fair as transparent.

After a brief moment of confusion passed through Huo Jianjia's eyes, she suddenly realized something.

Could it be that the girl inside was her legendary sister-in-law?

"Heavens ?" "Xiao San, ah ?"

Seeing Huo Jianjia looking at the sickbed, Qi Song also followed and looked over.

But when he saw Ye Xi lying on the sickbed, he cried out in alarm.

He almost shouted "Third Sister-in-law" out loud.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the 'seriously injured' left foot was stepped on by someone, preventing him from shouting out the last word.

Qi Song cried out in pain, her eyes opened wide, as she covered her mouth in fear, her peach blossom eyes flickering as she looked at Huo Yaoting.

Unexpectedly, he was also looking at him with a gaze as cold as ice.

Qi Song's back suddenly shivered, she turned away with a guilty conscience and pretended not to see his gaze.

Huo Jianjia was also called "Xiao San" by him. He was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. He looked at the two men with a weird expression and took a deep breath.