Devil's Honey Baby

It was quiet around. Everyone looked at Yao Jiang's actions and didn't know what had happened.

The man also looked at Yao Jiang. His lax eyes gradually floated confusion, doubts and memories.

Suddenly, Yao jiangmeng got up and turned to run to the bathroom.

"Jiang Jiang..." Qin Meihua subconsciously followed, but Yao Jiang ran back quickly.

"Mom, go and see him!"

Yao Jiang hurried to the man. The man was no longer in pain, but his whole body was still tight. Yao Jiang hurried to pat him on the back.

"Here comes the doctor!"

There was a surprised voice outside. Yao Jiang looked out the door. Yao Jiang hurried to say, "the patient is here!"

The doctor and nurse quickly came in, looked at the man sitting in the chair and hurriedly helped him to the stretcher.

"The patient is asthmatic. Prepare a respirator immediately!"

"Yes!"

The medical staff moved quickly and soon pushed the man out. Yao Jiang breathed a sigh of relief. His tense mood relaxed and his strength weakened.

Yao Jiang helped the chair next to him and sat in.

Qin Meihua took back her sight from the door, turned her head and saw Yao Jiang's red to white face. She hurriedly asked, "what's the matter with Jiang Jiang?"

Yao Jiang shook his head and smiled weakly, "it's all right. I'll just have a rest."

Qin Meihua looked at Yao Jiang carefully. Thinking of the scene just now, she frowned, "Jiang Jiang, just now..."

Yao Jiang felt uncomfortable in his eyes, but his eyes looked at Qin Meihua clearly and replied seriously, "he is asthma. There is something in his throat. If he doesn't suck it out in time, he is likely to die."

Just now, she did something like that in a hurry. Although Qin Meihua was very kind to her, her relationship with Ji Zailin was there. She still understood what to do and what not to do.

Qin Meihua was shocked, but looking back on the man just now, it was really like he would die at any time.

But soon, Qin Meihua was curious, "ginger, how do you know this?"

"When I was a child, there was a teacher who took care of us in the orphanage. She was asthma."

"Well, no wonder."

Qin Meihua finally knows why. What Yao Jiang did just now was to save people.

She thought that Yao Jiang's face was red with blood when she got up to go to the bathroom just now. She should have used a lot of strength. Realizing this, Qin Meihua hurried to say, "are you better, Jiang Jiang? Let's go back and I'll let the doctor show you. "

"It's all right. I'll just sit for a while."

Yao Jiang smiled reassuringly at Qin Meihua, but the light at the bottom of his eyes was dim.

What she didn't tell Qin Meihua was that the teacher died with her own eyes. Her inability to save her without any way has become a regret in her life.

Therefore, after the teacher died, she went to the hospital, asked about the disease, carefully understood and studied, and hoped that she would not be so weak when she met such a thing in the future.

Unexpectedly, she did it today. When the doctor came, she was very glad and happy.

After this, Yao Jiang's mood relaxed a lot. It was like a big stone that had been overstocked for many years was slowly removed, which relaxed her whole body, and inspiration soon poured in.

Qin Meihua looked at Yao Jiang who drew the picture as soon as she returned to the bedroom. She was completely relieved of her serious appearance and focused look.

At the moment, in the intensive care unit of the hospital, his handsome face is carved like a mural, the bridge of his nose, ink stained eyebrows and thin lips. He lies quietly in bed with long eyelashes hanging quietly, like a prince who has been sleeping for a long time, and his whole body is full of noble and quiet breath.

"How's it going?" The steady footsteps stood in front of the bed, and the man's mellow voice sounded clearly in every corner of the ward.

The doctor stood respectfully aside, bowed his head and replied in a low voice, "he has been out of danger."

"Yes."

"It's autumn, the season of asthma, so we should pay more attention."

"I see. Go down."

"OK."

The ward was quiet. The man sat on the sofa and looked at the man on the bed.

Time passed slowly, the eyelashes of the people in bed trembled a few times, and their eyes slowly opened.

There was a moment of confusion in his eyes, but when he noticed that the surrounding breath was wrong, he turned to the sofa.

"Father?"

He got up and tried to get up. The man sitting on the sofa said, "lie down."

Lying back in bed, he didn't move any more, but his eyes looked respectfully at the man on the sofa, "what's the matter with father?"

"You're sick. I can't come?"

"No, this time it was my negligence that worried my father."

The fierce color on the man's face faded slightly, got up and came to the bed, "extraordinary, I hope this won't happen next time."

"Father, don't worry, no more." The handsome face floated a smile, elegant.

"Yes."

The man left and said to Chu Feifan on the hospital bed before turning around, "I heard that a girl saved you this time. Go and have a look when you are well."

"OK."

When the door closed, Chu Feifan raised his hand, rubbed his fingers against the lip flap, and a pair of clear eyes gradually floated in his mind

Yao Jiang stayed in Nanyuan for almost a week. She is familiar with it, and her body is getting better day by day.

Qin Meihua looked at Yao Jiang's look getting better and better day by day. She was no longer so worried and let her come out by herself.

Yao Jiang likes it very much. The villa is connected with the scenic spot. I don't know if it's the reason why Qin Meihua said hello in advance. She can come and go here freely.

Today, she saw a place, a lotus pond. Now it's autumn. The lotus doesn't open, but the lotus leaves are green and fresh.

Yao Jiang sat down in a pavilion and looked at the chrysanthemums in the distance, which stained the autumn with a touch of beauty.

Close your eyes and think about it. When you open your eyes again, there is a clear and compelling light in your eyes.

Deep in the corridor, a slender and straight figure came slowly. With a moon white shirt, gray casual pants and a handsome outline, he was like a beautiful man coming out of the time and space tunnel. His whole body was full of elegant and elegant childe, so that the surrounding flowers and leaves lost their color.

The breeze overflowed, sending wisps of fragrance. The gentle eyes turned, and a quiet and safe person fell into the eyes.

The long hair falls down, and the wind is like a gentle hand. The wind blows the long hair. The black hair swings with the wind, and the head is slightly side. The slender fingers pass through the long hair. When the fingers are put down, the long hair has been pinned behind her ears, revealing her white and soft outline.

Yan Mei e Dai, long curly eyelashes, delicate nose wings like flowers, thin lips and eyes.

The gentle eyes moved slowly with the slightly open lips, like fingertips brushing on it, and cut away the light traces a little, slowly disappearing and silent.

An he at the bottom of his eyes gave birth to a little star light, raised his steps and walked slowly towards the quiet man.

The pen brushed on the paper. There was silence around. Only the rustling sound of writing was very clear.

The white and meticulous hand clenched the pen and kept painting. With the rustle, what jumped out on the paper was a fresh beauty and beautiful clothes on the beauty.

"It's beautiful."

The gentle voice sounded like a violin playing, very pleasant.

Yao Jiang turned his head and fell into a pair of starry eyes. The tip of his nose shook the delicate white plum, cold and lonely.

"It's you!"

Yao Jiang spoke softly, his thin and thick lips raised slightly, as if a hundred flowers were in full bloom, and all the lights were dim.

"Thank you."

Yao Jiang blushed. I don't know why. When she was looked at by this person, she felt extremely uncomfortable. Especially when she thought of the kiss that day, her face was burning like a fire. She was a little flustered.

In addition to kissing Ji Zailin, he Jianyu, this is the third man she has kissed.

Although the situation is special, it is indeed abrupt in retrospect.

"Nothing." Yao Jiang turned his head and frowned to suppress his uneasiness.

Chu Fanfan looked at the red on Yao Jiang's face, and the light at the bottom of his eyes was even brighter and spread endlessly. "You painted very well. Can I have a look?"

Chu Fanfan looks at the painting in her hand.

Yao Jiang looked at the person in the painting, nodded and handed him the painting.

She originally wanted to draw a modern person, but it is estimated that the environmental impact here is that the person she painted is completely a classical beauty.

The clothes on the beauty are ancient, Han and Tang style.

"Can you give it to me?" Chu Fanfan looks at Yao Jiang with expectation in his eyes.

"Ah, it's just a drawing. I'm all..."

"It doesn't matter. I like it very much."

Chu Feifan put the manuscript away, and his careful movements showed that he really liked it.

Yao Jiang was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, he liked this kind of painting.

"May I invite you to dinner?" Chu Fanfan looks at Yao Jiang and asks her modestly.

People are like this. The more gentle they are to you and smile at you, the more you can't refuse. Even if a cold-hearted person like Yao Jiang can't refuse in the face of Chu's extraordinary gentle and humble manners.

"This is a coastal area, rich in seafood, especially shrimp. The meat is tender and smooth, and the taste is delicious. Try it." Chu Feifan puts a shelled shrimp into Yao Jiang's bowl.

"Thank you. I'll do it myself." Yao Jiang was embarrassed and reached out to stop him.

Chu Feifan took Yao Jiang's hand away. They touched their fingertips and were stiff.

Yao Jiang quickly took back his hand and said goodbye to his long hair. Chu Fanfan looked at Yao Jiang's red ears and crossed his eyes with a strange look.

"I may be a little abrupt today, but please forgive me for being direct. Without you that day, I may have..."

"Don't say it! You'll be fine. " Yao Jiang eagerly interrupted Chu Feifan, with a bad look on his face.

She didn't want to hear the word "death", especially because of the same disease.

Chu Fanfan looked at the strange look on Yao Jiang's face and smiled slightly. A trace of dark color floated in his eyes, his eyes drooped slightly, and he said in a warm voice, "I seem to have said something I shouldn't say."

Yao Jiang quickly shook his head, looked at the apology on Chu Feifan's face, sipped, and said what she met when she was a child.

Chu Fanfan looked at the bleakness in Yao Jiang's eyes, and a memory deeply buried in his heart floated in his mind.