C15 Don't Accuse a Good Man
In the darkness of the night, she lay on the man's chest, unable to see his face. Her hot chest, separated by a thin layer of shirt, warmed her cold body.
Yao Qingyu heard the muffled sound from the man's mouth. She clapped her hands and stood up from the man's chest. "This meeting gift is not bad, right? Hehe."
She stood up and looked at the man lying in the thorn. She did not move. " Hey, you're up" She kicked him.
"Shhh!" Qiao Zi'ang felt a sharp pain on his back. Damn it! He had touched his wound again.
Yao Qingyu could not see his face clearly. His tall body covered all the thorns. She heard another groan and squatted down. " Hey, are you okay?" She poked Qiao Zi'ang's broad shoulder with her hand.
Qiao Zi'ang still did not move.
Yao Qingyu started to be shocked," What's wrong with you? Nothing... Ah! " She reached out her hand and touched his back, then immediately pulled her hand back.
His back was already drenched in sweat. She suddenly thought of the wound on his back. This time, it made a big scene. A trace of panic flashed in her eyes.
Yao Qingyu once again stretched out her hand to help her up. Just as she touched his back, a sticky and unknown liquid flowed into her palm and her heart was lifted.
"Hey." Qiao Zi'ang opened his mouth. Yao Qingyu was frightened by the low voice and immediately let go. The man's weak body fell towards the thorn again.
"Ah!" The two of them shouted at the same time.
One time was already enough to kill him, let alone two times. Qiao Zi'ang roared in a low voice, as if he was in great pain.
Yao Qingyu was like a frightened rabbit as she dodged to the side and hugged the tree.
Qiao Zi'ang opened his eyes and saw a black shadow hugging the tree. The pain and anger made his face slightly distorted. "Come here." He opened his mouth with difficulty.
Yao Qingyu heard the man's sinister and terrifying voice and hugged the tree even tighter. She refused to let go.
She just wanted to make a joke and tease him. She definitely did not want this kind of situation. Ah!
Qiao Zi'ang's heart was filled with anger. His back was in pain, and he could only grit his teeth and persevere.
Yao Qingyu gradually relaxed. Listening to the increasingly rough breathing, she took small steps forward. The man did not move at all.
"Hey, don't scare me." She squatted down and moved her hands. The man did not react.
"I didn't do it on purpose. I really didn't do it on purpose. Don't die. I didn't kill you even if you die." Yao Qingyu muttered and used her two hands to support herself.
Qiao Zi'ang's lips trembled. He no longer had the strength to refute this woman.
"Ahhhhh, slow down." Qiao Zi'ang's heavy body fell towards her. She staggered backwards.
Her hand covered his back, and she gasped. Just by touching him, she could clearly feel what it was like. Sweat and sticky blood soaked her palm. The cold wind blew, and she instantly woke up.
"Come, let's go to the hospital." Yao Qingyu dragged her heavy body and walked towards the direction of his car bit by bit.
She walked to the side of the car and leaned against him. She touched the phone in her pocket and thought that her phone had been thrown outside the window by Qiao Zi'ang.
She started to move her hands up and down. She flipped the phone in his pants and dialed 120.
Following the lights of the car, Qiao Zi'ang's cold face could be vaguely seen. She held onto his hand and unconsciously touched his wound.
As long as this man dared to do anything to her, she would make him wish he was dead in the next second!
Qiao Zi'ang's dark and fierce eyes looked at Yao Qingyu who was smiling mischievously. "Woman, how many times has it been?"
A heavy and tired voice came from above Yao Qingyu's head.
This woman had been messing with him over and over again. He had never been humiliated like this before.
Her innocent eyes lit up and she looked pitiful, "You fell down yourself. Don't accuse a good person unjustly."
She could not admit it even if she was beaten to death!
The man leaned against the car and supported his body. He freed a hand and pinched Yao Qingyu's slender neck.
Yao Qingyu quickly dodged. "That, your body is not convenient. You should rest more."
After a while, the ambulance arrived and the two of them left the place.
When Qiao Zi'ang was brought into the hospital, she saw the wound on his back and was shocked.
His back was badly damaged by the thorns. His white shirt was mixed with dirt and black stains. His sweat and blood had already blurred his entire back.
She had never thought that things would become so serious.
The doctor picked up the scissors and cut the shirt. The wound on her back was clearly exposed in front of her. The needle hole on her back was full of blood. The original injury was even worse. The sweat and blood mixed together were already blurred.
Yao Qingyu's beautiful eyes were full of panic and did not know how to open her mouth.
The doctor calmly followed the procedure, wiped, disinfected water rinsed, and applied medicine.
Qiao Zi'ang lowered his head, frowned, and gritted his teeth. Sweat soaked the hair in front of his forehead, and his handsome face looked at the ground coldly.
From the beginning to the end, he did not say a word of pain.
A familiar bell sound broke the silence. Qiao Zi'ang picked up his phone and looked at the eye-catching big words on it." Hello."
There was a trace of exhaustion mixed in the heavy and weak voice. He was sweating all the time. If it was someone else, they would have been exhausted a long time ago.
"Where are you?! Come back quickly!" Qiao Zhenhai waited and did not wait for him. Only then did he impatiently make a phone call.
Hearing the sharp voice on the other side of the phone, Qiao Zi'ang glanced at Yao Qingyu, who was standing by the side, and said, "In the hospital."
After saying a few simple words, he hung up the phone in a hurry. Even if he did not say it, based on his father's personality, he would still find him if he found out where he was.
"Is it Uncle?" Although she couldn't hear the voice on the other side of the phone, she could guess who it was.
