novelraw Chapter 280 I Love Her (6)
Chapter 280 I Love Her (6)
Qiao Mo was slightly dazed, silently watching him.After a long wait, Fu Nancheng still couldn’t hear her speak, sighed softly, and closed his eyes.
Just then, a gentle kiss landed on his forehead.
When he opened his eyes again, her cheeks were very close to him, silently watching him.
"It still hurts, kiss me again."
The corners of Qiao Mo’s lips revealed a faint smile, looking at this childlike man in her arms, she felt a mix of emotions.
More than twenty minutes later.
They finally returned to Nanshan Villa.
Uncle Zhong quickly sent someone to support Fu Nancheng to the living room, leaving a trail of blood on the floor along the way.
After laying him flat on the sofa, Qiao Mo sat at one end of the sofa, letting him lean against her.
Qin Zhaoran glanced over and quickly cut open the leg of his pants.
Qiao Mo inhaled sharply, her eyes tingling with tears.
Both his calves were in a terrible state, with large areas of blood and wounds crisscrossing, patches of bruising, swelling mixed with pus, looking shocking.
At this moment, the previously unconscious Fu Nancheng opened his eyes again.
His dazed vision took in the surroundings, his large hand grabbing Qin Zhaoran’s hand.
For a moment, everyone around focused their gaze on him. Qin Zhaoran frowned, seeing that he wouldn’t let go: "You grabbed the wrong person, Qiao Mo is over there."
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, too dazed to even blush.
However, Fu Nancheng did not loosen his grip, instead looked him straight in the eyes and said in a deep voice, "See to her first."
Everyone was momentarily taken aback. Qin Zhaoran turned his gaze to look at Qiao Mo’s calf, indeed noticing some blood seeping from it as well.
But compared to him, who looked like he’d been fished out from a pool of blood, she was obviously much better off.
Hearing this, Yan Jiu, standing by, also showed a darker expression, turned around, and kicked over a chair, sulking alone in a corner.
"See to him first... I’m fine... I’m really fine!" Qiao Mo looked at Qin Zhaoran and shook her head incessantly.
"Zhaoran." Fu Nancheng ignored her, only spoke to Qin Zhaoran again.
Qin Zhaoran frowned in silence.
"No, I must see to you first!"
Fu Nancheng still insisted, "See to her first."
"I must see to you first!" Qiao Mo faced his dark eyes, clearly growing anxious.
But Fu Nancheng paid her no mind, once again saying, "Zhaoran..."
Agitated, Qiao Mo slapped him on the face before he could finish speaking, choked up and angrily said, "Shut up!"
With a ’smack’, although the slap wasn’t hard, it produced a crisp sound, leaving the entire room silent, as one or two stared at Qiao Mo in shock.
Qiao Mo, eyes red, glared at Qin Zhaoran, with tears brimming, angrily said, "What are you looking at me for? Do you want to wait until he’s dead!"
Qin Zhaoran pushed up his glasses, withdrew his gaze, and began examining Fu Nancheng’s legs again.
His face retained a gentle pain.
Fu Nancheng’s complexion at this moment was several shades darker than a pot’s bottom, his face overcast, silent.
Damn woman!
Who the hell gave her the guts?
How dare she lay a hand on him!
How dare she slap him!
After Qiao Mo lashed out, the room became particularly silent, and Qin Zhaoran’s examination process went smoothly.
Until half an hour later, he finally took off the white gloves.
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened: "How is it?"
Fu Nancheng’s gaze also fell on his face, waiting for his answer.
"Mr. Qin?" Qiao Mo urged.
Qin Zhaoran spoke lightly, "Fracture in the left leg, partial rupture of the right leg’s ligament, the rest are external injuries."
Fu Nancheng lowered his eyes without speaking, as if it was expected.