Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

An arc of blood spewed out, splashing Yao Man's face.

She smelled the strong **** smell on the tip of her nose, and couldn't help reaching out her hand to wipe her face obsessively, her hands full of blood.

Yao Man stared at the blood in his palm, his expression was very gluttonous and satisfied.

She felt relieved, let out a few weird and ugly laughs, let go of the scissors in her hand, and staggered back a step back.

"Haha! Go to die! Go to die! Go to die! Go to die! Go to die!"

"President Qin!"

Only then did Chi Yang react, roaring, and leading someone to rush up to hold down the already crazy mad woman tightly.

Yao Man pressed to the ground, the laughter still continued.

She is crazy...

And when Qiao Ansheng heard her weird laughter, it was no longer the sense of urgency that just clung to his ears.

In addition, she didn't feel the pain in her imagination, and she was a little confused, and slowly opened her eyes.

However, her breath froze at this moment.

Qin Yanchen tightened his eyebrows and held her tightly in his arms.

Qiao Ansheng was stunned, and shouted in disbelief: "Inkstone... Yanchen?"

Qin Yanchen moved, he raised his long eyelashes, his always black and shiny pupils, but at the moment he was a little lost.

"Sheng Sheng..."

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed, and a pile of blood rushed out of his lips, and dripped on Qiao Ansheng's forehead.

The blood mist in front of Qiao Ansheng's eyes, and his condensed vision, once again shattered vigorously before his eyes, and the sky was shaking.

She almost couldn't stand still, and she was also stunned, and she could only stare at Qin Yanchen in a daze.

Qiao Ansheng's abdomen was warm, as if hot liquid was gurgling over her, she came out of the man's arms tremblingly.

Spreading out her palms, she saw that her clothes were all blood-red. She had touched the man's back just now, and her tentacles were also crimson.

Qiao Ansheng froze completely, staring at the blood in her palm, she didn't even dare to move.

The tears collapsed all at once.

Qiao An was distressed and unsteady.

Yao Man's scissors could not be inserted into her body because Qin Yanchen helped her block it.

Blood continuously poured out from Qin Yanchen's abdomen, and soon wet his white shirt.

Qin Yanchen's body was a little wobbly due to excessive blood loss. Qiao Ansheng wanted to catch Qin Yanchen, but he was afraid of touching his wounds, and his hands trembled badly.

"Why are you... why are you rushing over? Why are you so stupid? Does it hurt? How are you!"

Qiao Ansheng's tears could not be controlled.

Qin Yanchen was pale, reaching out to wipe the tears from Qiao Ansheng's face, but brought all the blood from his hand to Qiao Ansheng's face.

He had to leaned over and kissed her on the forehead: "Don't cry."

Along with the blood pouring out and his strength, Qin Yanchen's vision was a bit distracted, and he could barely see the tears on Qiao Ansheng's face.

Little fool, how could it not hurt?

However, Qin Yanchen only felt more pain when thinking that the pair of scissors might be inserted into her body.

So in such a short period of time, his brain could think of using his body to block this for her.

Blood was constantly pouring from the corner of the man's mouth. The act of leaning over and kissing Qiao Ansheng just now seemed to have exhausted most of his strength.

When I spoke again, my tone was obviously weaker: "I'm fine, don't cry."

"Don't die, did you hear that? Qin Yanchen!"

Qiao Ansheng put her forehead against Qin Yanchen's cold neck, and her whole body was shaking.

Qin Yanchen felt her hands gripping her tightly, and her body was still trembling, and the frequency of the tremors was too intense.

So Qin Yanchen felt a little distressed.

He still wanted to hug her, but he had no strength, and wanted to move his hands in vain, but his consciousness became more and more groggy, and he moved his lips with all his strength, and his voice was very soft.

"it is good……"

Qiao Ansheng wanted to speak, but then, no matter what she said, it turned into an uncontrollable cry.

The voice was so miserable, she didn't want to be crying, but it seemed to be mixed with the flesh and blood in her throat.

She held Qin Yanchen's hand tightly, but felt that his hand was not as warm as before, but cold, as if his life was passing by this temperature.

Qiao Ansheng couldn't cry: "Qin Yanchen, Qin Yanchen..."

The ambulance arrived late.

The blood slowly spread on the ground, and the sound of people around was alive. The medical staff carried the stretcher and rushed down, carefully trying to move Qin Yanchen.

Qiao Ansheng clung to Qin Yanchen's hand tightly and refused to let go. His nails were about to break, and he choked off and called Qin Yanchen's name intermittently.

"Let go of me and let me be with him..."

She wants to be by Qin Yanchen's side.

Can't let Qin Yanchen stay alone in the ambulance, he will hurt, and he will definitely be scared.

Chi Yang rushed over at this time and dragged the people back tightly: "Miss Qiao, calm down! Let President Qin go first."

Qiao Ansheng was dragged, and the medical staff hurriedly carried the person away. She could only watch the ambulance door shut, and her hoarse voice could not tell what she was yelling.

Qin Yanchen's pale complexion was cut off by the white car door.

The air was full of strong blood, and the harsh sound of police sirens was louder than ever.

All kinds of people in the ambulance were doing first aid measures to Qin Yanchen.

Qin Yanchen was wearing an oxygen mask on his face. He lost too much blood and his consciousness was a little groggy. The blood stained his clothes.

He closed his eyes, and at the moment he was in a coma, what he thought was.

After so much blood, his little wife was afraid that she would cry again.

...

The ambulance roared all the way to Ci Rui Hospital.

When Qiao Ansheng drove over in another car, Qin Yanchen had already been taken to the emergency room.

She slowly leaned against the cold wall, her body temperature lowered a little bit, and finally did not sit down, just squatted in the corner.

The red light in the emergency room was shining brightly.

The corridor is very quiet.

Qiao Ansheng put his hands around his knees, raised his head and stared at the red light, his hands tightly tangled together.

Standing not far away, Chi Yang also looked anxious.

But compared to the one who was rescuing inside, he always felt that the mental state of the outside was obviously not very good.

Although Qiao Ansheng's complexion was much calmer than before.

But she was trembling all over.

The frequency of trembling alone can make people feel the invisible despair and pain in her.

There was another messy footstep at the door.

"An Sheng?!"