MTL - Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend-Chapter 24 Twenty-four gangsters

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The rainstorm is pouring down. In addition to the sound of rain hitting the umbrella and the ground, it is the sound of whine.

Xiao Yuanmu touched the porridge in his hand and found that it still had some temperature. He tightened the corners of his mouth to loosen it slightly. A strong wind blew the umbrella in his hand and scraped it backwards. Between the light, could not help but pause.

The umbrella had been stabilized by him. Across the rain curtain, Xiao Yuanmu looked straight at the road where he was coming. There was a person standing at the crossroads. The gray windbreaker was blown up. It was about the gust of wind. He was pulling the umbrella back. Fighting against the wind, the white t-shirt in the windbreaker and the gray home pants of the lower body were exposed to the rain, but after a while, they were wet by the heavy rain and clung to his body, revealing a little loneliness and pity for no reason.

It doesn't need to be so clear at all, just with such a vague figure, Xiao Yuanmu has determined that it is Song Yunhe.

He just wanted to lift his leg and walk to the other side, but saw that Song Yehe had stabilized the umbrella, and a man ducked behind the bushes of the flowerbed, without even revealing the tip of the umbrella.

Xiao Yuan Mouton was in place. After a few seconds, the corners of his mouth hooked up a little, there was no one else here, and the corners of his raised mouth were not concealed.

During this period of time, he has long understood Song Xihe's temperament, pride, chic, freewheeling, as well as the softness and awkwardness hidden deep.

At this time, if he went up and down Song Songhe directly, it is estimated that with his personality, he would not only die and not admit it, but also hold his breath to find him trouble to deliberately say something awkward and stab him.

If it was the former, Xiao Yuanmu didn't feel anything, but the latter, he would have difficulty accepting it.

Xiao Yuanmu turned around, and before his smile converged, he heard a vague cry, and he turned to look subconsciously, but when he raised his eyes, he was illuminated by the high beam not far away. With the eyes closed, my vision blurred for a moment.

The black off-road vehicle was getting closer. After Xiao Yuanmu's vision was restored, he flashed and tried to avoid, but when he heard the sound coming closer, he turned his mind, stepped on his feet, and stepped on the off-road vehicle that braked just to touch. To him.

Song Xunhe stopped at halfway, and the umbrella had no idea where he had gone. He could only watch Xiao Yuanmu fall to the ground, the rain hit the ground, and hit the unconscious person, his feet. Seems to be fixed in place, how can not be lifted.

[Xiao Yuanmu is okay, just rubbed a bit. 】

The sound of the system sounded in his mind, Song Xun and Cai suddenly looked back, and accelerated to run towards Xiao Yuanmu.

The owner of the off-road vehicle also opened the door. At this time, he was squatting beside Xiao Yuanmu to check his condition. He took out his mobile phone and prepared to make an emergency call. There was still a call there, and a handsome young man quickly asked him As I ran over, my hair was wet on the forehead, and my pathetic appearance was quite pitiful.

Wei Chen suddenly remembered the little puppies that he had picked up when he was a child. It was also a torrential rainy day, quite similar to the youth in the rain.

But as soon as the young man spoke, he knew he was wrong— "Call an ambulance! What are you trying to do!"

Just at this moment, the earpiece heard a sound, Wei Chen coughed, explained the matter here in front of the young man, and hung up the phone when he said the address clearly.

Wei Chen turned his head to look at the young man, and saw him squatting aside, helpless but afraid to touch the unconscious man on the ground, just calling his name over and over again: "Xiao Yuanmu, Xiao Yuanmu, are you all right? "

Seeing that the comatose man did not respond, the young man frowned, obviously very anxious. He wiped the rain from his face, and suddenly turned to look at him, and asked, "Is there an umbrella?"

Wei Chen froze, got up and took the umbrella down from the car. The young man snatched it up, held up the umbrella and raised it above the unconscious man. The tight corner of his mouth showed a hint of stubbornness, looked carefully, and seemed to hide With so many emotions he could not see, Weichen could not help asking: "What is your relationship with this person?"

After the system repeatedly guaranteed that Xiao Yuanmu was absolutely okay, Song Xunhe relaxed a little. At this moment, when he heard Wei Chen's voice, he turned his head and looked at him up and down.

After reading it, Master Song Xiao turned his head, and even one look was indifferent, and said indifferently, "What matters to you."

Wei Chen was stunned by him, and suddenly felt a bit funny, he could not help laughing, and said: "I am the perpetrator, he is the victim, you run over and squat, and of course I have to ask what is the relationship between you and the victim People are still in a coma. I can't ask him. "

Song Yi and He Yi gave a whisper, and Wei Chen said that he had no doubt that he had touched the porcelain.

"You won't know when he wakes up." Song Yan was too lazy to ignore him, his expression and voice were cold.

Wei Chen is not upset. He is a medical student himself. He has just checked that Xiao Yuanmu has nothing to do, so he has a chat now. He laughs, "What's your name?"

Master Song Xiao gave him a white glance, but he didn't even say a word this time, and his face was written with four words—offering your farts.

The hospital was close to here. The ambulance rushed over a short while later, the doctor and nurse took the stretcher down, Song Jiuhe followed the ambulance, and Wei Chen drove in his own car.

The doctor checked Xiao Yuanmu and said to Song Yonghe: "It's nothing, just a little bruise on the legs and body, all skin injuries. The main reason for the coma is fever, and the fever has just been injected. Nothing will happen when you retire. "

Song Xunhe was completely relieved. After thanking the doctor politely, he turned to go to the ward to see Xiao Yuanmu. At this time, the Weichen also negotiated with the traffic police, and just happened to see Song Xun and the gentle and friendly The doctor talked, raising his eyebrows and saying, "You can still speak well."

Song Xun and he relaxed at this time also restored the usual appearance of Master Song Xiaoyi's pride and arrogance. He leaned against the wall, holding his chest, and looked up at his chin to see people: "How do you want me to talk to you if you hit me? "

Wei Chen heard his expression faint, and after a few seconds he hesitated, "Who is yours? Boyfriend?"

Song Zhenghe narrowed his eyes, hooked Wei Wei's head, and saw his head come together before he said, "Do you see him like a girlfriend?"

Wei Chen froze and realized that he was being tricked, but he didn't feel angry. He stood upright with a smile on his face: "Since you are a friend, please leave a contact information, and follow-up hospitalization will be delayed. Fees can be reimbursed to me, this is my business card. "

Song Zhenghe didn't answer, but just glanced at the words on the business card, and couldn't help laughing: "Your student union still has business cards, society and society."

Weichen shrugged, and smiled with a sigh of sorrow: "School is often said to be a small society, and it is praised."

Wei Chen is fierce and shameless and very frank. This is a fight with Song Ye. If he usually encounters such a well-matched opponent, he is still interested in a few words. Now in this case, he is too lazy to talk to him. More to say, just casually persuaded to take the business card and then directly closed the door of the ward, the impatientness manifested vividly.

Seeing Wei Chen leaving without further entanglement, Song Yunhe turned around and walked in.

This is a specially arranged single-person ward. The decoration is elegant and clean, and there is a little warm feeling. Song Yehe didn't look much, and his eyes fell on the person lying on the bed.

Originally, the expression with a little impatience faded a little, he dropped his eyes and stood in place, the cotton swab bag in his hand was pinched by him, and occasionally made a few noises, which was very abrupt in the quiet ward. .

Thinking of the nurse's prompt, he opened a pack of cotton swabs and walked to the bed, looking at Xiao Yuanmu's flushed cheeks and cracked pale lips, and the fingers holding the cotton swab could not help but tighten, whether or not the plot was doomed to happen, The situation in front of him is indeed caused by him, and the guilt in his heart cannot be reduced by half.

Xiao Yuanmu placed his hand on the side of the bed, with long phalanges, fine needles on the back of his hand, and a red abrasion extending from the little finger to the wrist, which was particularly noticeable on his fair skin. Even if the nurse had dealt with it, he stopped bleeding. Such a large-scale abrasion still seemed a little embarrassed. I don't know if it was because of the pain, the fingers with the scars twitched almost inconceivably.

Song Yuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu subconsciously glanced at him and found that he was not awake before he was relieved. He suddenly remembered the gentle but very effective treatment method of his mother every time he was injured, and he couldn't help lowering his head and blowing on Xiao Yuanmu's arm. Even if he knew that Xiao Yuanmu couldn't hear it, Song Yunhe still whispered, "I'm sorry."

[It's not your fault, this is the story. Even if you don't let Xiao Yuanmu go out to buy things, he will be hit by a car on a rainy day. You don't have to blame it so much. 】

Song Yehe didn't answer the system. He had lowered eyelids, and a little awkwardly printed a cotton swab with water on Xiao Yuanmu's lips. The place where his eyes fell was pale and dry. Two hours ago, he Lips, tongues, and wanton suffocation suddenly struck. Song Xun took a motion and threw the cotton swab into the trash bin.

Looking at Xiao Yuanmu who was asleep, Song Yunhe set aside the cotton swab, and replied lightly: [Knowing that he will have a car accident and push him out, whether it is a plot or not, I cannot shirk responsibility. 】

I heard that the system was about to speak, but it felt a strange wave, and it was too late to check the truth. I saw Song Xunhe had got up and walked out, and couldn't help saying: "Aren't you going to take care of Xiao Yuanmu? 】

[I'm going to change my clothes. Song Yunhe looked at the empty corridor and squinted at the corner of his mouth. He needed to calm down to face Xiao Yuanmu after waking up as usual.

The door was closed gently, and the room returned to silence.

The person lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes. He looked sideways towards Song Yunhe's departure. The bottom of his eyes was deep but he could not see the emotion. The calm face was calm and cold, as if he washed away the plum blossoms. Stay calm and indifferent, giving people a harmless illusion.

A few seconds later, he closed his eyes, and his lips twitched slightly.

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