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Xia Xingchen also understand why the news temporarily changed to say he was not injured, the original internal and external political situation now.
She nodded: "Do not worry, I'll take good care of him."
Cold coffee nodded, then led her into the house. Room, not looking from the outside, but the inside pattern is readily available.
Where only a few people inside and out of his trust, and dignified atmosphere Lengsu.
Xia Xingchen a heart hanging aloft, and asked: "Where is he?"
"Come with me." Cold coffee led Xiaxing Chen Wang Zheer only one bedroom walk. He knocked on the door, raising his hand, heard movement inside, only to turn told her:. "May be some bloody, must be psychologically prepared."
Xia Xingchen took a deep breath, nodded. This cold coffee into the room.
Although spared mental preparation, but, Suddenly see room scene, Xia Xingchen or take a step back is Haide.
Manchuang blood, so she does not live up to expectations legs felt weak, dizzy.
blood.
On the sheets, on the ground, and his body, full of bright red blood, shocking.
He lay there dying, chest were injured, one badly mutilated. On the arm, even the bones are exposed.
Xia Xingchen standing there, just feel some breathing difficult.
"He ...... how would hurt so serious?"
Logically speaking, there are so many bodyguards in, he should not be only right.
"Yes to save a big old boy." Cold coffee understatement.
Xia Xingchen understand.
Lonely at the top, right and danger coexist. He is the president, in addition to fire and water, there is no room for retreat.
The man, to become the youngest but most everyone's favorite president, not without reason.
She looked at him, and my heart, unconsciously across somewhat different kind of affair.
Reverence, but also admiration.
Glad summer white father is played by a man.
For a long time, doctors Fuyi Chen has helped him deal with the wound, out of the bedroom. Xia Xingchen quickly followed up, "the doctor Fu, how about his situation?"
"It is in a coma. Hurt so heavy, the evening will have a fever. At that time, you remember to help him wipe the body with alcohol."
"Good. I certainly would. What else should pay attention to it?"
"Wounds, never, never not wet. This is my number, if tomorrow morning he has no fever, and immediately gave me the phone." Fuyi Chen pen 'shabu' wrote a string of numbers.
Xia Xingchen slight frown, worried glanced in the direction of the bedroom, "Dr. Fu Why not stay here?"
She just in case what happened, but she does not care to.
"There are many wounded square white feather, I have to go over the overall situation. Moreover, the outside people know the relationship between me and the President, as soon as I disappear for too long, the outside is bound to be suspicious."
She was worried about his situation, but, at the moment there is no other way also.
Fuyi Chen left, followed by cold coffee but also with a few people left.
White Night engine unconscious, cold coffee is bound to appear in front of the media stabilize the military. Moreover, the initiator of this matter, we have to check as soon as possible, otherwise, he always is dangerous.
All of a sudden, the house, she was left with two engines and White Night,Fortunately, there are guards patrolling outside a cautious four.
Xia Xingchen took a deep breath, steady a steady mind, just push the door again.
Room, cold coffee they have dealt with blood on the carpet and sheets on the bed, he was also bandaged over, the whole picture has not just so shocking.
just……
Her heart still tightly grabbing, very upset.
......
at night.
He Sure enough, a fever. Burned flushed, wrinkled brow to 'plain' word, obviously difficult subject.
Xia Xingchen not neglect, and quickly pick up water, twist the towel against his forehead. However, when it hit a hand on his forehead, his breath a heavy, raising his hand suddenly put her hand fastened.
He spent almost all of the strength she could feel his hot palm too hard and trembling.
just……
At the moment, he was very weak. As long as she gently earned, will be able to break free from him.
However, she did not dare. Afraid of accidentally pulled his wounds.
"Relax, it's me. You have a fever, I have to help you." Xia Xingchen whispered.
White Night engine daze, only to hear a little voice softly ringing in the ears, like a spring rain moistening, can easily appease the people.
He eyelashes trembling badly, long before the difficult open. Eyes, after a blur, she worried little face slowly emerge.
"It's you?"
His voice hoarse to the extreme, dry lips too sore. To see her, obviously relieved.
Xiaxing Chen nodded, "cold coffee Let me take care of you, you take it easy, I try to lighten, not hurting you."
He blinked his eyelashes, be aware of. This gradually relax vigilance, large palm slowly removed from her wrist.
Xia Xingchen put a towel against his forehead, and took alcohol over.
She looked at him, for a time, made difficult. Terrible! To rub his body?
"How?" White Nights engine felt her no further action, no eyes, but weak asked.
"Dr. Fu ...... I explain, you have a fever you get to give alcohol to rub the body ......" Xia Xingchen interpretation of sound, more and more light.
White Nights This engine lift eye, look at her. Her distress and shy, he can see clearly.
"The alcohol to me, I have to ......" he said in a strong willpower not to support himself unconscious. Not injured hand, groping towards alcohol bottles in the past. I touched the place, all a moist.
Xia Xingchen a look, and quickly put his hand pressed, scared and said: "!. In case you do not touch the wound pulled, it will hurt."
White Night engine tugged pale lips, "It's a little sore, what is not."
Large and small wounds on his body how much, I even do not know the number. Childhood growing up in the army, what brutal training, he received forbidden.
And a hail of bullets, a knife compared to whip, and now these injuries then what?
Although he only put it lightly, but, Xia Xingchen listening ears, but that can not tell the sad and distressed.
"I can help you. You just be good, do not move." She pulled up a chair, sit at the bedside.
White Night engines frown, staring at her. She cotton stick alcohol, carefully grazed his earlobe.then……
Neck, chest not injured collarbone ...... ......
Further down ......
She fell on a man's finger belts, could feel his gaze deep complex also staring at her, her cheeks growing red.
Bite Yaochun, muffled opening: "! You close your eyes."
He stared again, she would die because of shyness, right?
Although two people have done nothing, but it was five years ago. Moreover, she has been dreaming when those think of it now, have stumbled, so ......
She really shy ah!
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