The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

She raised her head, looked very delicate, and spoke in a subdued voice, each of which touched the tip of his heart.

"Can you still sleep?"

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the infusion bag, "This thing makes me sleepy."

"Okay, then I'll wait until you fall asleep before leaving."

Nan Jiaojiao slowly closed her eyes, and within half an hour she fell asleep in his arms.

When the needle was pulled out, Bo Yanqing didn't call the doctor again, he came in person, took a cotton swab and pressed it on the needle port, and then released it when the bleeding stopped, and gently tore off the tape used to fix it on the back of his hand.

Bo Yanqing put these scraps into his pockets, and when he left, he pulled the quilt for Sissi in the next bed.

He wanted to smoke a cigarette and throw away the waste, but he saw Bo Shuxian in the smoking area.

"Third brother."

Bo Shuxian stood up, sat for an unknown how long, his legs trembled, but he couldn't sit still, stretched out his long arms, supported the wall and slowed down.

Bo Yanqing glanced at him silently, took out the cigarette case, put two fingers together and took out a cigarette, and lit the end with tobacco leaves on the body of the case.

Anyone who is familiar with him knows that when he does this action, he is very irritable.

He covered it with his hand, and when he lit the cigarette, his palm was reddened by the flames.

"Sissy and Jiaojiao are in the same ward."

"I know," Bo Shuxian's voice was hoarse. Before Bo Yanqing came, the ashtray on the top of the trash can was full of cigarette butts he had stubbed out, and every one was burned to the end.

He squinted, with obvious fatigue on his face.

Difficult to ask: "Are you awake?"

"Woke up, not in good spirits, can't eat, if you want to see, I'll take her to the next ward?"

"do not……"

Bo Shuxian was a little flustered, "I smell heavy of cigarettes, let's look at it tomorrow, can I have porridge, I'll boil some and bring it here tomorrow morning."

When he raised his head, he suddenly met a pair of dark and cold eyes.

Bo Yanqing looked at him for a moment, expressionless, but there was a chilling coldness in his eyes.

The four eyes met, Bo Shuxian couldn't hold on, so he looked away first.

After a long time, I heard Bo Yan's clear and cold voice and asked, "Do you still feel bad?"

"what?"

"Zhou Zining," Bo Yanqing pointed out directly, "Send her away under my nose, I think it's for your sake to let her go, but she touched my bottom line this time, so let's just let it go."

Bo Shuxian's eyes fluttered, lifted up slightly, and then fell down again, the drooping eyelids covered the nearly shattered hurt in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and exhaled it mixed with the choking smell of smoke, his eyes gradually turned red.

"I'm pleading for her again, isn't it a little bit of an inch?"

Bo Yanqing looked even colder, pursed her thin lips, and looked at him silently.

Bo Shuxian didn't dare to raise his head, he was afraid of seeing the way third brother looked at him at this time.

He also knew that he couldn't protect Zhou Zining anymore, but these years he had no other woman by his side, and he gave her all his feelings, so how could he really ignore it.

"Just treat it as me again, third brother..."

Bo Shuxian moved his fingers, knocked off a piece of ash against the body of the cigarette, and suddenly looked up.

"Leave her alive, as I beg you for the last time."

Bo Yanqing frowned slightly, put out his cigarette, walked over and touched Bo Shuxian's shoulder.

"Yes, you can be considered as benevolent."

Sitting here all night, apart from worrying about Qianqian, she was just begging for this love with Bo Yanqing.

"You go back first, and come back after cooking porridge tomorrow morning."

Bo Shuxian sat still, "Go first, I'm driving, and I'll leave after sitting down for a while."

Bo Yanqing touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, "Okay."