When he arrived at the hospital, Zhan Beicheng walked steadily and carried the person in. The doctor hurriedly pushed the person into the operating room, and the lights in the operating room lit up.

At this time, Su Muzhe rushed up with anxiety and nervousness, almost following into the operating room. He kept calling Xiaoxue, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The cold breath faded a little, and his whole body was stained with some dismal desolation, and was separated from the thick surgical door.

Zhan Beicheng took a deep breath, lowered his head, and looked at his bloody hands and the shocking blood stains on his clothes. A worry could not help but brush across his eyebrows, hoping that she would be fine, otherwise, he would not know how his small rice bucket would be so sad. He turned his head and looked at Su Muzhe who was squatting down against the wall of the surgical door. Zhan Beicheng's eyes darkened slightly, pondered for a while, and then walked over with big strides.

"She will have no trouble. Let's sit and wait. Calm down at this time is more important than anything else. I believe in the doctor."

A low and calm voice came over. Su Muzhe, who was squatting by the wall, slowly raised his head and saw Zhan Beicheng's olive green, dark and deep eyes, and a cold and quiet handsome face. He faintly had an irresistible majesty. It is undeniable that this is the dragon among people. Even he felt an irrepressible aura brushed towards him.

In the deep and sharp eyes of Zhanbeicheng, Su Muzhe slowly stood up, moved to the bench not far away in a cold manner, and sat down in a daze. Zhanbeicheng's eyes turned, and without saying anything, he turned around and sat on the other end of the bench. So, the two big men, who were equally excellent and glorious, sat down on the same bench, with Su Muzhe on the other end of Zhanbeicheng.

"You shouldn't invite Xing'er over, otherwise the tragedy wouldn't happen." Zhan Beicheng didn't know what tactfulness meant, so he spoke directly.

Su Muzhe paused and couldn't answer for a moment, as if he didn't know what to say.

"Don't think I don't know that you are obsessed with Xing'er. I want me to tell you that Xing'er is now my wife of Zhan Beicheng. You will never have a chance. Even if you meet each other a few more times, you will not be able to change this fact. I think you are a smart person and you should not do some useless work." Zhan Beicheng was not polite and directly hit the point. He didn't want to do much at first, so he directly asked Xiao Chi Chuan to consider and solve it himself, just to give her more space. After all, it was something hidden in her heart, and he couldn't interfere too much, but now it was obviously beyond the affordable range.

"From the moment you decided to let go, you no longer have the qualifications to have her. The relationship is not like the business war between you merchants. You can bargain. It is a bullet in a gun. Once it is fired, it will never come back. Xing'er asked me to come together last night to talk to you and ask me to enlighten you. I am not a counselor or psychologist. I can't teach you. From the perspective of a man, I actually look down on you very much. You are a person who can't afford to lose." Seeing that Su Muzhe did not answer, Zhan Beicheng continued again. To be honest, he felt that he was crazy and would just mess with this man, but the culprit was the little rice bucket, saying that he wanted to break all his thoughts.

Zhan Beicheng's words were like a sledgehammer that pressed Su Muzhe hard on his heart, making him unable to move at all, but his eyes became depressed.

"Are you mocking me?" Su Muzhe spoke coldly.

"I never laugh at others." Zhan Beicheng honestly said that there is actually nothing to laugh at about such things. If you take a wrong step, you can forgive me. No matter how bad the result is, you can only bear it yourself. Who has never been young? The most likely thing to make mistakes is actually feelings. If you choose the right happiness and the wrong sadness, this is the eternal truth.

"I don't want to deny it in front of you. I have indeed fallen in love with Xingye, but I have never thought of snatching her from you. As she said, it is a happy thing that she meets you. She has fallen in love with you for a long time. No matter how I do, I can't let her turn back." Su Muzhe sighed, his tone filled with endless sadness. Although he didn't want to admit it, it was a fact after all.

"What did she tell you?" Zhan Beicheng suddenly turned cold. The little rice dumpling went to confess to others again, but never confessed to him. Let's see how he dealt with her when he went back! Thinking about it, Zhan Beicheng was so angry that he was not a rival to him! And he was talking to him!

Su Muzhe nodded, his voice a little cold, "She is in love with you. She said she loves you now and will love you in the future."

Su Muzhe sat like this and talked to this man in this way, and his heart seemed very calm and calm.

"We have been in love with each other for a long time!" Zhan Beicheng couldn't help but feel happy when he heard Su Muzhe's words. His woman was indeed just fortunate. She admitted that she loved him in front of her former lover with no other good intention. Nothing could make him feel more happy than this!

"Let's go back and find one too. I heard that foreign girls are not bad, mixed-race people are pretty, you're not going to meet one, we can't marry a foreign wife." Zhan Beicheng was a rare humor. Anyway, Xingye has completely fallen into his arms, and he has no need to have a schizophrenic point towards this man. If he wants to live a good life, he and Xing'er will be even happier. With this alone, he doesn't mind teaching him a class and brainwashing him.

"I don't like foreign women, I like women like Xingye." After hearing Zhan Beicheng's words, Su Muzhe actually smiled and collaborated.

"You have no chance." Zhan Beicheng spoke without thinking.

"Everything is impossible to say. I don't think I am inferior to yours." Su Muzhe rarely defended himself.

"Do you think Xing'er is such a superficial person? She is still my child's mother now!" Zhan Beicheng thought of another reason that could make him retreat.

"I don't mind raising him as my child..."

"Do you want to eat your fists?" The man's cold threat came over...

The two sides were in a stalemate, but there was no so-called strong smell of gunpowder in the air until a beige black plaid ran towards this side quickly.

‘Dongdongdongdongdong!’ There was a rhythmic and rapid footsteps coming from the clean floor.

Zhan Beicheng subconsciously looked up and saw his little rice bucket running towards the operating room with a sad face. His originally clean clothes were dyed with blood red like him. I thought that the woman named Xiaoxue also shed a lot of blood.

"How is it? How is Xiaoxue?" Xingye was still a little scared, and he forgot the baby in his stomach. He ran towards this side as if he was desperate. Seeing Zhan Beicheng couldn't help but frown again, sighed, and quickly stood up to meet him.

"It's okay, I'm still in rescue. Be careful and don't startle my child." As he said that, he held Xingye with one hand, picked her up, and quickly sat down on the bench.

"What's going on? What did the doctor say? Is there any danger? I've shed a lot of blood... She blocked the knife for me, I..." Xingye eagerly held Zhan Beicheng's big hand, and his starry eyes could not suppress the panic and sorrow in his eyes.

"Why are you stained so much blood?" A bloody smell filled the air again. Xingye lowered his head and found that Zhan Beicheng's clothes were still stained with moist blood. "What should I do? I will never forgive myself if something happens to her."

Uneasy, Xingye relaxed his hands slightly, opened his deep eyes, and stared at the closed door of the operating room.

"Xiaoxue's business is not your business, Xingye." Su Muzhe finally spoke in a deep voice.

"How come it has nothing to do with me! Wen Qinya was targeting me, and it was Xiaoxue who saved me! I really didn't expect that Wen Qinya wouldn't give up and had nothing left. She even paid for her life. However, I really didn't snatch anything from her. I originally thought it was over..." Xingye suddenly felt a little sad.

"You are too underestimating people's hearts, Xing'er! Calm down, she won't have any trouble."

"How can you calm down if you want me to be calm! If it weren't for her, I would be the one lying inside!" Xingye pushed Zhan Beicheng away with some impatience, and wanted to stand up with a fire. A spark flashed in his eyes, full of dissatisfaction and sadness.

Zhan Beicheng sighed and did not speak any further. He reached out and hugged Xingye's shoulders and let her lean against her waist gently. Xingye felt a little uncomfortable again, so he simply hugged Zhan Beicheng's strong waist, turned his head a little fragilely, and leaned up.

‘Cra!’ The door of the operating room was opened, and a doctor in a white coat walked out from inside. Seeing this, Su Muzhe immediately rushed up and grabbed the doctor with excitement.

"How is it! How is Xiaoxue?" Su Muzhe asked anxiously.

The doctor pulled Su Muzhe away with some difficulty, looked at the heavy people on his face, and sighed, "The patient has lost too much blood and the situation is very critical. Now I need type O blood urgently. Is there anyone suitable here?"

"I am! I am of type O! You lose to me!" Xingye immediately grabbed the doctor's arm like a life-saving straw, looking at the doctor with hope.

"I'm also of type O, you lose to me!" Su Muzhe also grabbed the doctor tightly.

"Okay! Follow me..."

"Doctor! I'll let you lose me!" Xingye hurriedly grabbed the doctor.

"Doctor, let's go in!" Su Muzhe spoke coldly.

"Don't...or I'll be uneasy, just lose to me." Xingye seemed to be determined.

"This..." The doctor was a little embarrassed, and his hesitant eyes went back and forth between the two.

"Enough! Xing'er! Why are you messing around? How can your body donate blood? You have to take care of the baby in your stomach!" Zhan Beicheng roared, and the imposing voice scared the doctor. He pulled Xingye through him, and without saying a word, pressed her back to the bench, then turned to the doctor and said, "I am also of type O. I will make up for the amount of her bleeding. Let's go!"

"Please come with me!" The doctor no longer hesitated. Life was at stake, so he quickly led Zhan Beicheng and walked in.

"North City!" Xingye struggled in panic.

Zhan Beicheng slowly turned around and faintly met Xingye's clear and slightly uneasy pupils. His low and quiet voice was filled with soft comfort, "Nothing will happen, wait for me to come out here, don't run around, be obedient."

The faint gentleness calmed Xingye's ups and downs, and he took a breath before nodding happily.

"Look at her!" Before entering the operating room, Zhan Beicheng suddenly said something like this again, and the elite eyes looked at Su Muzhe. After speaking, the person disappeared into the door of the operating room.

Looking at the figure disappearing from the gate of Zhan Beicheng, Xingye's slender body gradually became weak and seemed to have lost all his strength. The feeling of powerlessness in his heart slowly spread...

But she said nothing, just gently pulled her feet and sat in the chair. Her slender arms slowly wrapped around her knees. Her clear eyes were slightly stained with a vague haze, and her spirit was a little dazed. Even Su Muzhe called her, she didn't hear it...

Later, Xingye fell asleep like this. In a daze, she felt that someone had walked far and far with her. The familiar and fresh smell made her feel very at ease. So she simply kept her eyes closed and didn't want to open it. A loud sound of footsteps came from the empty aisle. A strong sense of security came, and her consciousness gradually became blurred. Then, the last trace of persistence also became quiet, and her world became quiet.

While sleeping in a daze, it seemed that he heard someone calling his name in a trance. Xingye moved a little hard, slowly opened his heavy eyes, and looked at the ceiling with a blurred eyes for a long time. He felt the scenery in front of him was inexplicably familiar. After struggling for a while, he woke up. He had already returned home. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the floor-to-ceiling window. He found that the sky was still dark as if it was poured ink. He supported himself weakly and slowly climbed up. He realized that she was actually the only one in the bedroom, but the bedroom door was hidden, and the light in the room was not turned on. It was dark. The faint light beside the door came from the glimmer of light from the living room. The interior was so quiet.

Why is she back? How is Su Muxue? So what is going on? So much blood shed, if...

Thinking of this, Xingye struggled to get out of bed, put on the thick cotton drag placed under the bed, and walked out carefully.

She quietly opened the door and glanced into the living room with a cool gaze. She soon found the tall and majestic figure sitting on the sofa. She lowered her head, thought for a while, and then walked over gently with her steps, without disturbing the man sitting on the sofa.

As he slowly approached, he smelled a faint smell of smoke. Xingye frowned slightly and looked at the man on the sofa. He saw a cigarette in his mouth, smoking neither salty nor lightly. His sharp eyes as vulture as foraging were staring at his injured hand intently.

The deep knife marks were still slightly covered with blood, just crossing the middle of the palm, as if they were about to cut off the entire palm. The whole body was already covered with blood and flesh. Some blood was dry and it was stained on the fingers covered with thick calluses. At this moment, he was still looking at his face with his uninjured left hand, and it was inconvenient to clean the wound with some clean water. There were some disinfectant water, medicine powder, and some bandages on the table. The basin containing the water was dyed red with blood, but the man did not frown at all.

The smoke fluttered slightly. The focused man obviously stood not far behind him without notice. His wife, who was standing not far behind him, was still rubbing the dry blood in his palm calmly and calmly. With excessive force, the wound that had just stopped bleeding began to crack again. The shocking blood marks began to emit red blood. The man's face was a little pale, and there was a trace of fatigue hidden between his eyebrows but not a trace of majesty. The handsome face still maintained a calm and calm calmness, as if he was dealing with something that was so ordinary that it could not be more ordinary.

And this scene made Xingye feel sad and sad again. The taste of care is growing wildly towards her chest like seaweed. She felt so uncomfortable that she was about to suffocate. Xingye thought she had never been a person who could cry easily, but for some reason, whenever she faced him, she found that her tears were actually very soft and soft, so soft that they could fall down at any time. She seemed to become sentimental. She knew that all her joys, angers, sorrows and happiness were deeply affected by a person. This person always made her cry so easily. Some were moved, joyful, and heartache, just like now...

Zhan Beicheng, who was lowering his head to treat the wound, suddenly felt a faint fragrance flowing slowly from his nose. Then, a beige figure flashed past his eyes. Then, his injured big hand was held by a pair of soft and boneless little hands. He looked up in surprise and found that his wife had woken up at some point. However, before he could react, Xingye had already begun to pick up the towel in the basin, twist it gently, and then carefully wiped the wound.

"Why are you getting up?" Zhan Beicheng quickly took out half of the cigarette in his mouth and put it out with one hand in the ashtray on the table.

Xingye did not answer immediately, cleaned the wound silently, then picked up the disinfectant and washed it carefully. The flesh around the wound was stimulated to turn white, and it must be very painful. Xingye endured the crystal clearness that had been spinning in his eyes, and tried hard to control it to not fall. It was such a deep scar. He must have used all his strength to hold it. It had been so long, and he didn't know how he could endure it in the hospital. When Xingye cleaned it, he didn't even shake it. He really didn't know whether to praise his bravery or feel sorry for his forbearance.

"Why don't you bandage it in the hospital and come back?" She tried hard to control her trembling voice, but the slight choking sound betrayed her. Tears turned in her eyes again and again. She didn't dare to raise her head, for fear of revealing her fragility and care. At that time, he would have reason to laugh at her again.

But Zhan Beicheng is so vigilant and wise. Just by her voice, you can guess that the little woman is sour again. Finally, she sighed a long time ago. Her soft voice was full of endless pampering and comfort, "Is the girl crying?"

Xingye could have controlled it, but he could not suppress it by his gentle stimulation. Two golden beans fell into the injured palm of Zhan Beicheng. A burning pain lingered slightly in Zhan Beicheng's heart. A hard heart as hard as steel was soft as the beautiful ups and downs.

The big claw slowly stretched over and touched Xingye's somewhat messy little head lovingly. The emotional voice carefully coaxed him, "Be good, don't cry... A little bit of a small injury is nothing, don't worry."

As he said that, his big hand slid down, stretched his thumb, and gently wiped away the remaining tears in the corner of Xingye's eyes, but unexpectedly, the tears of a small rice bucket fell even more fiercely.

"Stop crying, it's going to be flooded. Pay attention to prenatal education and don't let our babies laugh!" Zhan Beicheng reluctantly hugged Xingye, gently hugged her in his arms, comforting him, "I'm fine, the water is flooding Jinshan Temple, Xing'er..."

She has been crying recently, and this is not a good thing, so he has to find a way to stop her.

Xingye didn't cry, but just lay in his chest, crying silently, wet a large area of ​​Zhan Beicheng's clothes on his chest.

"I'm so snot and tears. After marrying such a crying wife, Comrade Beicheng still has to serve you in the future. If you want to cry like this, I feel sorry for you... I'm so sad..." Zhan Beicheng frowned and murmured to himself.

‘Puff!’ Xingye, who was crying sadly, suddenly heard Zhan Beicheng’s words, paused for a moment, and then couldn’t help laughing.

Zhan Beicheng's brows became deeper and deeper, and his soft voice rang again, "This is so fatal, crying and laughing, it's abnormal. Are you moved by Comrade Beicheng? Are you okay? My little rice bucket?"

Xingye suddenly cried or laughed, so he simply grabbed the clothes on his chest and wiped his face, rubbed his snot and tears, lifted his swaying eyes, and glared at him through the faint dimness. With a clenched hand, he punched his fist on his shoulder, and a cool sound of humming whispering came, "You really hate it!"

Zhan Beicheng, who always felt good, directly regarded her reprimand as a praise. The deep and serious expression on his face was a bit of doting peace, "Well, I hate it, you are cute, so you love me..."

"It's really disgusting. I can't tell you. I won't tell you anymore. Open your paws and I'll apply medicine to you." Xingye raised his hand and wiped away the remaining tears, not forgetting his injured paws.

Zhan Beicheng nodded, spread his palms obediently, and while watching Xingye apply medicine, he continued to sigh disgustingly, "This old He is right. It's good to have a wife. If you have a wife, the rice in the family will not easily grow worms. If you have a wife, you will also bandage your wounds when you are injured. You still feel sorry for you... Hiss! Be careful, I don't know if I will hurt, right?"

"I'll let you continue to feel disgusted..." Xingye coldly glanced at the man who was enjoying himself and then gently pinched him, "Don't look at you who are usually quite decent, you are actually a disgusting and stingy person in private."

"Aren't I telling you sweet words? Didn't you dislike me before and didn't tell you?" Zhan Beicheng's handsome face regained his cold and deep feeling again.

"Hmph..." Xingye shouted coldly, and he was too lazy to pay attention to him.

After enough trouble, Zhan Beicheng also restrained himself, "Okay, tie my bandage quickly and have a drink of water. Grandma returned to Zhan's house and cooked chicken soup in the kitchen. Grandpa and grandpa specially went to the mountain to get it back. If you don't get tired of it, go and have a few bowls of it. Forget it, you'd better go to the table and cabinet to get some folic acid and I'll serve it for you."

Xingye didn't say anything, but quickly put a bandage on Zhanbeicheng, and then went to find folic acid very obediently...
To be continued...