Qiao Wan woke up in cold sweat.
What catches the eye is the white ceiling, blue curtains and the light-colored plaid hospital gown.
It turned out that the blood-red world that terrified her did not exist.
"Wake up." Song Jinnan's voice came from the rest chair at the door.
She tried to get up and was surprised to find a sore spot on her left arm.
Not only was it sore, it was also covered with gauze.
She vaguely remembered being held down by Song Jinnan while the nurse drew a lot of blood from her arm.
Although she was very restrained, she still looked at Song Jinnan with disgust.
"Has Mr. Song's girlfriend, who suffered severe bleeding from an abortion, been saved?"
"We are out of danger." Song Jinnan's voice was low, and he could not hide the joy in his eyebrows. "The hospital's blood bank has insufficient AB blood reserves. The situation is urgent, so we drew blood from several medical staff and you."
Qiao Wan gritted her teeth and sighed, picked up her phone and looked at it, it was 11:30 pm.
"Anchor Qiao, please send me your bank card number, and I will convert the three hundred milliliters of blood into money and transfer it." Song Jinnan had already turned on his mobile phone.
Qiao Wan quickly put aside her displeasure and calmed down.
Song Jinnan was the man she tried so hard to get close to, but he started to ignore her inexplicably after they had a few physical encounters.
She suddenly felt that the three hundred milliliters were not blood, but the adhesive between her and Song Jinnan!
"What a coincidence, my blood type is the same as Mr. Song's girlfriend." She forced out a pale smile against her conscience, "This is also a kind of fate, let's not talk about money."
Song Jinnan closed the phone and frowned slightly, "Then I owe Anchor Qiao a favor."
Qiao Wan avoided his topic, "I have dizziness. If Mr. Song had told me in advance, I wouldn't have fainted at the nurse's station if I took some precautions."
"The doctor said that Anchor Qiao not only suffers from haemorrhage, but also has mild anemia." Song Jinnan's eyes looked over with a hint of emotion that she couldn't understand.
She said "Oh" in a hoarse voice, and her eyes accidentally fell on Song Jinnan's well-jointed hands.
The fingers are long and slender, and the nails are round and clean. The pads of the index finger and middle finger of the right hand have a layer of light yellow smoked by tobacco.
It was these beautiful hands that roamed every part of her body, making her go to heaven and earth, and her soul was ecstasy.
Her cheeks suddenly turned red, but in order to close the distance between them, she mustered up the courage to hold Song Jinnan's hand.
Song Jinnan hooked her waist and pulled her tightly.
Before she could scream, she was pressed against the hospital bed.
The two people's faces were very close, and the moment their eyes met, the heat quickly rose.
At this time, Qiao Wan lost all her reserve and dignity and kissed Song Jinnan's lips.
There is a faint scent of tobacco and sandalwood in the coolness.
Qiao Wan's soul seemed to be hooked by something, and her heartbeat became unbalanced again.
Song Jinnan's eyes were burning, and he moved his right hand down her waist, bit her earlobe and said "goblin", causing her brain to shut down.
In a single ward in the dead of night, with a very low wall lamp, the overlapping figures of a man and a woman on the bed are reflected on the wall, mottled and charming.
When Song Jinnan let her go, she seemed to have lost half her life, lying limply at the end of the bed, only breathing.
For Qiao Wan, it is a matter of admiration that Song Jinnan, who walks around in makeup and powder all day long, can still be so strong and durable.
She was secretly glad that, fortunately, everything had not escaped her control.
Now she just wants to hold Song Jinnan firmly.
If you can't grasp the mind, grasp the body.
At that moment of emotion, she thought of the woman in black who suffered a heavy abortion and Jiang Weishu, and repeatedly told herself to stay awake at all times and not to be obsessed by Song Jinnan.
After a brief silence, Song Jinnan got dressed, took out a cigarette and put it between his fingertips, "You know Zhou Ting'an very well?"
"It's okay." She didn't want anyone to know her true relationship with Zhou Ting'an. "We knew each other when we were young, but our friendship was only average."
"Average?" Song Jinnan raised his hand to bite the cigarette, and the doubt in his voice was obvious.
Qiao Wan sat up with her sore lower body, arranging her messy clothes while changing the subject, "I have become attached to the hospital. I have suffered from acute laryngitis before I recovered."
"Take good care of yourself these days. If you need anything, call me." After Song Jinnan finished speaking, the lighter in his hand suddenly lit up.
When the cigarette was lit, the person had already walked out of the ward.
Qiao Wan looked at the closed door and let out a long sigh.
In any case, the romance with Song Jinnan continued like this.
Lying down again, Qiao Wan felt something hard hit her back. She reached out and touched it. It was a car key.
Song Jinnan.
When she was thinking about whether to take the opportunity to keep Song Jinnan, Song Jinnan pushed the door open and came in.
"My car keys might-"
Before Song Jinnan could finish speaking, Qiao Wan had put the car keys under his nose.
Song Jinnan narrowed his fox eyes and reached out to pick it up.
Qiao Wan hugged his waist, pressed her head against his body tightly, and murmured pitifully, "Don't leave, stay with me tonight."
Song Jinnan slowly raised his eyes and met Qiao Wan's loving eyes.
At this time, Qiao Wan still felt soothing and lazy after the clouds and rain.
Even without makeup, her eyes are rare and beautiful, as clean and clear as a child in this world, but every time her bright eyes flicker, there is a charming and seductive tone.
She smelled very good. This smell was somewhere between perfume and incense. It seemed light and light, but it penetrated into Song Jinnan's heart with a sultry warmth, seducing and captivating her.
Song Jinnan always had good self-control, but he was still half a minute later than expected when he took out the car keys from Qiao Wan.
The sound of the door closing was clear and crisp, as if what happened just now had never happened.
Qiao Wan turned off the only lit wall lamp in the room and lay half-ly in her arms in the darkness.
In her opinion, lustful men are like Song Jing. The sight of a beautiful woman will make her lustful, and there is no bottom line. But Song Jinnan is able to understand her physical needs and feelings.
Song Jinnan could go to bed with her, a woman he had only met twice, or he could accompany the woman who performed the abortion for her while meeting other women's physical needs.
If Song Jing is a scumbag, then Song Jinnan is a high-end scumbag.
She still has a long way to go before she can completely capture the heart of a high-end scumbag.
She fell asleep while thinking about it, woke up the next day, washed briefly and got ready to go to work.
The nurse doing the rounds told her that Song Jinnan had admitted her to the hospital last night, and she had to go through the discharge procedures before she could leave.
She had to go to the queue with all the documents.
Passing by the elevator, I met Song Jinnan again.
Song Jinnan wore a dark suit with good texture and a dark red tie, and he looked high-spirited.
She originally wanted to say hello, but thinking of Song Jinnan's indifference, she decided to change her tactics and deliberately passed Song Jinnan with a sullen face.
Just after taking a few steps, Song Jinnan's deep voice calling her name came from behind.
