cuddling in his arms

Chapter 100 Ziqing, I Pain
Mo Xiaoli saw that An Ziqing was outnumbered, calm and unhurried, and was very skillful in handling wine bottles, holding the wine bottles upside down, smashing one by one, smashing a couple, whether it was the security guards at the bar or those The little bastard, as long as he wanted to get close to Mo Xiaoli, he would beat them all over the floor. Occasionally, when he couldn't avoid it, he could only catch them with his body, and then continued to beat them with a muffled grunt.

Yu Fang stood beside Ye Zhiqiu and pulled him from participating in the battle. He looked at Li Jingjing on the ground with red eyes, and then at An Ziqing who was almost numb from the beating. He was a little terrified. He hadn't seen An Ziqing so fierce in many years. I especially remember that year they went to Vietnam to discuss a business deal. At that time, something went wrong, and then they were trapped there. An Ziqing was also like that at that time. He was not afraid of bullets, but at that time it was Fight to survive, why now?
The scene was brought under control because Chen Lin brought a lot of policemen, many of them were detained, and An Ziqing took Mo Xiaoli out of 'home' in a grand manner.

Li Jingjing was sent to the hospital by Chen Lin's arrangement.

In the car, An Ziqing didn't speak, just cared about driving. He lost one of his slippers, his hair was a bit messy, his eyes were blood red, his side face was still as perfect as a sculpture, but the scratches on his face made by the glass made him feel uneasy. It was shocking, there was no bleeding, each wound was long but not deep, but his hands were not so lucky, each cut was deep and heavy, the blood coagulated the entire palm, and he pinched it when he put it down for the first time. When holding the wine bottle in his hand for a long time, the mouth of the bottle was stuck to the palm of his hand by blood. When he pulled it out, he felt a piercing pain.

Holding the steering wheel with fingers trembling slightly, Mo Xiaoli looked at him timidly, and called him weakly, "Ziqing..."

An Ziqing pursed his lips into a line, the car accelerated, and it was flying fast, but he ignored Mo Xiaoli.

"Are you angry?" Mo Xiaoli asked weakly.

There was only a harsh friction sound of 'squeak', the car drew an arc and stopped abruptly, kicking up a cloud of dust.

An Ziqing turned his head back coldly, his gaze was so cold under the moonlight that it made people tremble, but when he touched Mo Xiaoli's face, he felt a slight pain. He suppressed his anger, and slowly leaned over from the driver's seat. Leaning over, approaching a little bit, Mo Xiaoli opened a pair of bright big eyes, looking at him inexplicably, watching his hand stretched out to his forehead, he quickly pinched the piece of glass and pulled it out.

Mo Xiaoli trembled in pain, and unconsciously touched his forehead with his hands. An Ziqing suppressed his anger, and said with gnashed teeth, "Don't move."

There was blood spilling out, and he took out a tissue to help her cover it up, with complex lights in his eyes, Mo Xiaoli whispered tearfully, "Ziqing, I'm in pain."

"It deserves it." Although he said so, the strength in his hand became much lighter.

Mo Xiaoli shrunk her body and leaned herself towards An Ziqing's direction. She held his big hand with her small hand, which felt a little painful but also warm. Her voice was small but warm: "Can you go to the hospital?"

An Ziqing looked at Mo Xiaoli with strange eyes, she was puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong?"

An Ziqing pursed her lips and asked, "Are you caring about me?"

Mo Xiaoli was startled, then nodded, "Yes."

An Ziqing stopped talking and drove the car all the way to the hospital. In the middle of the night, she had to go to the emergency room, but it was Mo Xiaoli who was pushed into the emergency room. An Ziqing stood beside her and asked the doctor, "Is there something wrong with her forehead?" Will your wounds leave scars?"

(End of this chapter)