Transmigrated Female Support: Male God, Addicted to Teasing

The bullet flew into the head and exploded, and the red blood-white brain plasma collapsed across the carriage.

Without giving another person a chance to breathe, it was almost an instant spike. When they had not yet reacted, Song Cheng had brutally wiped his neck.

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Pei's Hospital.

Same place, same people.

Song Cheng's blood stained the whole body, the fitted custom suit was already broken, the knife-like facial features were covered with anxiety, his hands clasped, and he prayed silently against his forehead.

The operating room with the three characters "First Aid" standing is not far from his side. It has been a night since the disaster. Song Cheng's phoenix eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and the pain in the body has been numb because of these distances. It's far more than the heart-wrenching feeling that the heart feedbacks to him.

"Uh--"

The emergency room was opened from the inside, and Pei Haoran's white doctor's robe was covered with blood stains. Song Cheng's pupils contracted, it was all the blood of his beloved woman, so much--

Song Cheng may not even find out that his hands were shaking and he was too afraid to ask questions in the rest chair. He was scared and afraid of hearing bad news!

But he did not ask, but it did not mean that Pei Haoran would not say.

He took a slow breath and spit out slowly. He walked in front of Song Cheng and said to him in a calm tone: "A Cheng, you are not hurt so much, do you want to deal with it?"

Song Cheng shook his head wearily, and asked him with a frown, "I'm fine, how is she ..." When the words came out, not only did Pei Haoran startle, even he himself, sounding like a broken bellow, sounded Like a half-hundred old man.

In the past few days, Su Kui was hospitalized. Song Cheng had almost never slept. The company and the hospital ran on both sides. The pressure of the entire group was on his shoulders. Pei Haoran thought that after Su Kui was discharged today, Song Cheng could finally Take a break, no more tossing.

But I never imagined--

Discharged in the morning and sent in again in the afternoon!

And it still looks so tragic.

"Acheng, listen to me, you really need to take a break. So, after you rest, shall we sit down and talk slowly?" A generous big palm patted Song Cheng's shoulder, Pei Haoran rarely had a solemn expression. The way.

With his words, Song Cheng's heart that had been suspended suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley, shattered, his thin lips disappeared, and he squeezed out a hard sentence, "She, her ... I want to wait for her to come out."

"Acheng--"

Pei Haoran has a hard time uttering words. He really does n’t know how to say it. Is it true that this is too cruel to his friends? He has tasted the taste of love for the first time in nearly thirty years of his life. If I can, I sincerely hope that this will not happen to Song Cheng.

But there is no if.

Song Cheng's dripping face rose from the rest chair and strode toward the emergency room. Every step was like walking on the tip of a knife, but he was paranoid and self-abuse.

"You don't say it, I'll see it for myself!"

Pei Haoran quickly stopped him and repeatedly said: "Don't worry, the situation is not so bad, the people have been rescued. You don't know how many bacteria are contaminated all over your body. It is not good to go in and affect Tang Wan."

Sure enough, once that woman was involved, Song Cheng should be backed up by any standards, and everything should be hers first.

A surprise flashed in my eyes, "Really?"

"Really!" Pei Haoran affirmed, pushing him to sit down, the words heavy down, "But, you have to be mentally prepared, the bullets almost wiped the heart in, the bullets are taken out, can you escape from danger, only Can see how strong her own willpower is. "