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Tang Yaoyao was ashamed, no matter how she wanted to get close to Huo Linfeng, she didn't want to be a burden to him.

If you think badly, Huo Linfeng will die because of her.

Tang Yaoyao felt too heavy when he thought of this.

In previous lives, many causes and effects appeared in front of us, which would only weigh more and more burdens.

"I didn't keep you from deliberately." Huo Linfeng sighed, not knowing how to explain: "I just don't want you to worry too much."

"But I know, it hurts." Tang Yaoyao looked directly at his eyes, "Is there a difference?"

Huo Linfeng said softly: "I was wrong, I shouldn't hide it from you, don't be angry with me."

Huo Linfeng, who had always been indifferent, was so soft-hearted in front of Tang Yaoyao that she would not even allow her to feel the slightest harm.

He would also feel guilty, because concealing it made her suffer too much.

Tang Yaoyao's eyes were rosy, and she turned around not wanting Huo Linfeng to see her tearful eyes.

But Huo Linfeng grabbed her wrist, thinking she was still angry, and said weakly, "Don't be angry with me."

Tang Yaoyao felt even more uncomfortable when he said this, as if he was strangling his throat, unable to breathe, and feeling heavy and uncomfortable.

No one can do it like him.

Do not leave any room for harshness, nor leave room for dedication to her.

This feeling is not the same as the love of brothers.

He is like a sponge cushioning her behind her, giving her a sense of security, no matter how many times she falls, she will not hurt.

Although the sponge is fluffy and comfortable, there will always be a day of stress.

She wants to have this comfort for a lifetime, but he has exhausted himself in advance.

Reluctant, and helpless to him.

Tang Yaoyao couldn't get angry, but he was too angry to find Huo Linfeng's abnormality.

"Wound, does it hurt?"

On weekdays, even if she was scratched by a knife, she would have goose bumps.

Thinking in another way, she felt that Huo Linfeng had endured great pain.

Huo Linfeng said: "Fortunately, it doesn't hurt."

"You are lying, how could it not hurt."

His hands have not yet been processed, and the blood has stopped, but the hideous wound still makes the scalp numb.

Tang Yaoyao's expression was calm, but tears overflowed from his eye sockets, dripping down, across his cheeks, and onto the back of his hand.

She was afraid that tears would irritate his wound, she reached out and wiped it away.

Huo Linfeng took a quick step, wiped away those tears, and handed her a gentle smile: "Grape, don't cry, my physique is different from ordinary people. My blood can temporarily keep your father's life and physique balance, but one day to find He may not wake up until the murderer."

This is also something he can't do.

He only helped to this point.

Tang Yaoyao stopped crying, and exhorted: "You have enough, I will take care of the rest. Now you must go and rest."

"Great."

Huo Linfeng did not resist, and asked the nurse to deal with the wound. He listened to Tang Yaoyao's words and went to rest.

Out of gratitude and guilt, Tang Yaoyao followed Huo Linfeng. At this moment, he did not know how to repay.

She wants to take care of him.

But what really upsets her is Xiao Jinhan, who has no news abroad.

...

It is early morning.

Xiao Jinhan searched for it all night, and according to the clues on the phone, he basically determined the location.

The car leaves the highway.

Xiao Jinhan's eyebrows are exhausted, but his mood is relaxed, and he has time to take a look at WeChat.

He just took out his phone and clicked on the image of WeChat.

boom--

Loud noise!