Husband, don't play by the rules

Song Yihe heard a panic from the phone: "No brake!"

This sound made his heart rise to his throat, and he immediately felt the blood rushing to his head, and his eyes were about to burst into gold stars.

In an instant he calmed down.

He stood up, saw the floor-to-ceiling windows, looked outside, but the amazing scene of that car appeared in his mind.

Slight cold sweat broke out on his head, and he wiped it gently with his hands.

The cold pupils condensed into a line.

He said to her in a very calm, deep and powerful voice: "Don't worry, immediately lower the gear to the lowest level, and then grasp the direction and continue walking."

This familiar voice was really like the gospel sent by the Buddha, and she suddenly calmed down a lot.

She continued to talk about her situation, her voice was much calmer than the panic just now.

"The car happened to be going downhill."

Song Yihe immediately gritted his teeth when he heard this, patted his forehead lightly with his hands, closed his eyes forcefully, the muscles on his face were about to collapse, and regretted that terrible handsome face, he quickly recovered He put his hand on his forehead and said, "Don't panic! Use the handbrake."

A voice that was almost crying came from inside: "The handbrake is also out of order!"

The shrill cries from within choked his fatal heartbeat.

Then he twisted the clothes on his chest, and said eagerly and loudly: "Check to see if there is any obstacle on the left side, and if there is one blocking the car, pay attention to protect yourself."

He couldn't calm down anymore, he had sat down on his desk at some point, and the information on the desk had been scattered all over the floor.

He said loudly to the phone: "Don't worry, don't worry, calm down!"

Looking at the phone again, there is no sound in it.

His voice, which almost lifted several stories high, startled Su Tezhu.

The hoarse "ah" yelled, and then he threw the phone violently, and then he hugged his head and slammed it against the wall.

The quick-sighted Su Tezhu immediately hugged him.

That pale bluish face, those tightly closed eyes with black coils were as dark as death.

Su Te hurriedly asked: "Mr. Song, what's the matter?"

There was obvious reproach in his words.

A thin layer of sweat oozed from Song Yihe's head, he opened his blood-red eyes, and said weakly: "Go back to China."

Gu Xiaoxi was still in a coma, and Song Yihe went straight to the director's office as soon as he entered the hospital.

As soon as he pushed the door, he came up and caught Zhang Yangqing's Bai Dagua.

"How is she? Tell me now."

Zhang Yangqing looked at the jealous man with green stubble and a messy look, pressed his hand hard and pulled it away.

Then he stood up, turned around, and arranged work for a doctor next to him.

At this time, the doctor next to him woke up from the panic. He thought he had a dispute with the patient's family!
She listened to the dean's arrangement and went out.

Zhang Yangqing stood up and said, "Life is not in danger."

This meaningful sentence made Song Yihe's nervous heart fall to the ground slightly.

"What's the problem then?"

Zhang Yangqing glanced at the man in front of him, and realized that he could not provoke him anymore. The man was going crazy, and his hair was standing on end.

Song Yihe's knuckles holding the edge of his table were all pale and distinct.

He looked at him and slightly softened his facial muscles, and said, "Don't worry, it's nothing serious, come and have a look, just arrived!"

This affirmative tone finally made Song Yihe feel at ease. He sat down on his sofa, smoked a cigarette, took out a silver lighter, lit it with a "bang", and shut it down. His eyes closed and he gasped.

Looking at this man who openly smoked in his office, Zhang Yangqing was so angry that he owed the two of them a lifetime.

He went to the window and opened it.

Song Yihe's face was pale, his eye sockets were sunken, and his tightly closed eyelids covered those deep and impatient eyes.

Those pale ears and slightly blue face told the world that this person had experienced an extreme pain.

He sucked fiercely on the cigarette in his hand, and this man, who didn't smoke very much, released all the pain into this cigarette.

He didn't open his eyes until he finished smoking his cigarette.

Zhang Yangqing leaned against the window and watched him quietly.

He finally squeezed out the flickering cigarette butt between his fingers into the ashtray, stood up, and said to Zhang Yangqing in a royal tone: "Go, go and have a look."

Zhang Yangqing gave him a cold look, put a stethoscope in his pocket with both hands, and walked out quietly.

Song Yihe followed behind and said coldly: "I don't need you to take me with me to know which ward it is, once I enter your room, nothing good will happen!"

Zhang Yangqing turned his head to look at him when he came back, and then gave him a cold look. This person is really unreasonable.

When Song Yihe saw the woman lying on the bed, his heart sank again.

Gu Xiaoxi seemed to have no problem with his head, lying there quietly without moving.

Zhang Yangqing waved his hand to signal silence.

Song Yihe walked lightly, came to the bed, and looked at this seemingly quiet Gu Xiaoxi with heartache.

He asked softly, "Where is the injury?"

The nurses in the room quietly backed away to make room for the two of them.

His hand trembled slightly and caressed the injured woman's cheek. The woman herself said that she hadn't had a good few days since she followed him.

It's like a man's self-esteem has been greatly wounded, a burst of bitterness poured into his mouth, but he can't heal this woman who made him bruise all over.

It might be easier to say that you don't love, but it's not that you don't love, but that you love too much.

The heartache made his pale face continue to not ease.

He listened to Zhang Yangqing's introduction to her injury, while lifting the quilt to examine her body bit by bit, carefully seeing every pore in her eyes.

He heard Zhang Yangqing say: "There is a mild concussion in the brain, and there is a slight scratch on the right arm. There are no other major problems. The traffic police have gone to see it and said, 'Fortunately, her car The operation is relatively proper, otherwise the car will be damaged and people will be killed.' But the car is destroyed, the right half is completely gone, and her left half just remains..."

Song Yihe didn't listen anymore, he could imagine that terrible scene.

"She must have been terrified."

He murmured and repeated two sentences.

Gently closed his eyes.

"At that time, she was still awake in a tense state, and the car door was deformed. After I got her out, I asked her and she knew everything."

"Oh," Song Yihe responded softly.

He knew that she was lethargic now.

He knew it without Zhang Yangqing's introduction.

His brows were furrowed, and he generally understood in his heart, why did the brakes of her car suddenly fail?This is a question worth pondering.

Song Yihe listened to Zhang Yangqing's introduction in his ear, and he felt a little agitated in his heart. He waved his hand to signal for a stop.

Then he asked Zhang Yangqing, "Can I be discharged from the hospital for treatment?"

"One more day of observation will do."

"OK then!"

Then, he took the initiative and said: "Is there nothing else to do?"

As soon as Zhang Yangqing understood, he asked him to leave.

He glanced at this man who used to lean forward but didn't need to lean back, twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly, and said, "No more."

When he called him at that time, he sounded like he was jumping up and down, and he was willing to call him grandpa at that time.

Now look at his virtue.

Zhang Yangqing complained about him inwardly.Turn around and walk out.

"I know what I owe you."

A conscientious word was thrown coldly behind his back.

When closing the door, Zhang Yangqing gave him a cold look and left.

Others in the room had quit long ago, leaving him and Gu Xiaoxi alone.

He said softly: "I know, someone must be trying to harm you, and I will definitely figure it out when I come down. Whoever dares to break ground on my Song Yihe's head will break ground on Tai Sui's head!"

The last sentence was squeezed out between teeth.

In the past two years, Song Yihe has a feeling that he has fallen into peace in his heart. There are more and more people who dare to touch others, and he really treats him as a sick cat.

It is wrong to say that those who regard him as a sick cat are just taking a nap of the tiger!

He was tired from driving back all night, and fell asleep on the chair beside the bed.

Gu Xiaoxi woke up with a scream, and her hand was tightly held by someone.

"Don't be afraid that I'm here!" A familiar voice made her open her terrifying eyes.

She couldn't believe it and asked with her doubtful eyes: "Is this true?"

The man leaned down, kissed her lightly on the forehead and said, "Really, I am here."

Gu Xiaoxi frowned slightly with a headache, she couldn't remember who to call in her panic.

"You answered my call?"

Song Yihe's beautiful smile returned to his face, and he said softly with eyes full of eyes: "Fool, you still know to remember me, it seems that you love me to the bottom of your heart."

Gu Xiaoxi here has no intention of arguing with him, but just smiles feebly.

What he said was true, he had entered her heart a long time ago, otherwise she wouldn't have been waiting for him in such a miserable situation.

She also knew that all his adventures were for her.

She really wanted to shake his hand hard, but it was limp.

He felt what was on her mind. As soon as he held her hard, her hand hurt and she still didn't let go. She didn't cry, but just looked at him with a sweet smile.

Although the smile was weak, but the sweetness of love could be seen in the eyes.

Gu Xiaoxi was taken home by Song Yihe.

In that hospital, Song Yihe always had a sense of threat, as if there was an eye looking at his brook, making him jealous.

He found himself on the verge of turning into a jealous maniac from the past when he was shuttling among women.

Gu Xiaoxi found that Song Yihe was very busy when he returned home.

She deeply felt how busy he was at work.

She cooks every day, although Song Yihe loves her very much, but she knows that he loves her cooking the most.

"Yihe, it's time for dinner. Are you so busy? I'm also the president now! I'm busy too."

As soon as Song Yihe raised his head, the handsome and unrestrained face returned to his trimmed face after returning home, and the elegance when he stood up made Gu Xiaoxi stunned.

After all the men came to the front, she was still smiling foolishly.

A hand gently scratched her nose: "Stupid again? I really don't know how this president became."

Once Gu Xiaoxi regained his composure, he chuckled, folded his hands in front of his chest, and with a naive and mysterious smile on his round faces, he said to him with a silly smile, "I'll tell you a secret."

"Oh? You have a secret too?"

Song Yihe sat at the dining table, watched Gu Xiaoxi put a steamed bun and a bowl of porridge for him, then looked at the four delicate dishes and said: "It's really fun to have a family. My future wish is I eat my wife's cooking every day."

Gu Xiaoxi sat down and said, "This wish is easy to come true."

"Telling your secret makes me so addicted that I can't eat anymore."

Song Yihe stared at her with beautiful eyes, and said with a bit of reproach on his face.

Gu Xiaoxi also picked up his rice and said, "You just complained about me as the president, let me tell you..."

She told Song Yihe about Xie Wanlan.