Chapter 1873 Strategy Game Otaku

Yan Gui was startled for a moment, then quickly supported her body. He put his hand on the back of her head and asked nervously: "Is everything okay?"

He never thought that the scenery would come to block him. In fact, even if there was no scenery, he could avoid it.

"I..." Fengguang half-squinted her eyes and felt dizzy. She shook her head slightly, "I'm fine..."

However, Yan Gui noticed that the hand he placed on her head felt the warm liquid. He slowly raised his trembling hand, and the blood stained on it stung his eyes.

Feng Guang tried hard to wake up, but failed. She leaned against him, her whole body losing strength.

"I'll take you to the hospital... you'll be fine..." Yan Gui picked up the semi-conscious person and walked quickly to the black car. Whether it was Brother Skeleton's people or the group of The bodyguards were already jealous, so no one stopped them.

The car door opened from the inside, and sitting in the car was a man who was staring at the screen of his mobile phone intently. He didn't seem to see Yan Gui anxiously walking over with the injured scenery in his arms. Maybe it could be said, He didn't care at all.

Yan Gui put Fengguang into the car first, and then said: "Fengguang is injured and needs to go to the hospital immediately."

He didn't say this to the man playing with his mobile phone, but to the driver sitting in front.

The driver glanced at the man in black sitting behind again, and then he looked at Yan Gui and nodded, "Okay."

When Yan Gui was about to get in the car and hug Fengguang, his cell phone rang. The ringtone of this call was different from the other calls he received. In other words, this was the one he had set to pay special attention to. He looked at Feng Guang, who was in a coma, finally hesitantly took out his mobile phone. The name on the caller ID was the person he had been looking forward to for a long time. He answered the call, "Is something okay?"

I don't know what the person opposite said, but his expression suddenly changed. After a long time, he said: "I will be here soon."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Gui took a step into the car and stepped out again. However, he did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he bent down and looked at Feng Guang's little face. There was a lot of tangle in his eyes that others could not understand. But in the end, he still had to choose. He raised his eyes and said to the man in the car who had not said a word from beginning to end: "For the sake of us being friends since childhood, can you help me take care of her for the time being, right?" ?"

The silent man remained silent. The only thing he was interested in seemed to be his mobile phone.

Yan Gui, who was well aware of his temper, understood that he had agreed. Yan Gui reached out and stroked Feng Guang's cheek. Then he stood up straight, left a "thank you", and turned around to leave.

Soon, the car drove towards the hospital.

When the car was turning a corner, Feng Guang, who was leaning on the back of the chair, tilted and fell onto the man's lap.

The man playing with his cell phone paused slightly. He had never liked contact with others, not even Yan Gui, who had grown up with him since childhood.

When he stretched out his hand to help her fall to the other side, she snorted softly, and his hand paused, as if he was frightened.

He had an illusion that if he touched her like this, she would break like glass.

Then, he saw the corner of his clothes being gently grasped by a white hand. The unconscious person opened her eyes a little. Her eyes seemed to be misty and hazy, and she was murmuring unconsciously. , "Yan Gui...I'm so cold..."

Her face was pale, and the blood from the wound on her head slightly stained her hair. She was like...like what?

In the forest, a wounded cub begs the hunter for mercy.

She didn't wake up for long before she closed her eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

After a moment, the man put down his cell phone without saying a word. He first helped the person lying on his lap, then picked her up and made her sit on his lap, with her face pressed against his. On the chest, the hand holding the corner of his clothes has not let go.

The man took out a white handkerchief and gently pressed her bleeding wound. She whimpered lowly because of the pain.

His expression was sluggish, and he patted her back gently with his other hand, "Don't be afraid...it will be fine soon."

The driver's hands shook when he heard the sound and he almost drove the car into the river.