Chapter 372: hug you

Song Ye.
Although his body could not move, his eyelids were still heavy, but Song Ye's taste would not be forgotten.
The child was always by his side.
In the early morning of the fourth day, the sun dazzled into the window sill, the breeze rolled the screen, leaked a ray of sunlight, and hit the sleeping man's face in the jade bath barrel.
The dazzling light moved the eyelids, Qin Zhan opened his eyes slightly while he was asleep, his tight brows felt the pain in his body, the coma was released from his sleep for a long time, and there was a trace of ignorance in his eyes.
Where is he?
After a few seconds of stupefying, the delicate brain began to return to reason. Everything that happened before the coma gradually returned to the brain. He squinted his eyes slightly, his face was extremely ugly.
That woman dared to plot him.
He didn't know how much he was unconscious, and when he was in the hands of Jing Han, he was looking up to see how to get away, but his eyes were suddenly attracted by the sleeping figure on the bed. When he saw the sleeping face, Rao It was the fast-responding Captain of the Hawks who also chatted for several minutes.
"Little devil, cough ..." He was happy for a while, but wanted to call her softly, but didn't want to be unconscious for a long time, his mouth became dry, and he started to cough.
As soon as there was movement in the room, Song Ye on the bed woke up almost instantaneously, the tiredness on his face was replaced by vigilance, and the whole person was like a tight string, and suddenly he sat up.
Suddenly a pair of Qin Zhan's pair of deep eyes, Song Ye was still a little hesitant. After a few seconds, her face involuntarily smiled, "You are awake."
The simple three words were full of countless emotions. During this period of worry and confusion, the anxiety overwhelmed by her heart finally relieved her greatly.
If Qin Zhan doesn't wake up again, she really is Jiang Lang.
"How much am I in a coma?" Although Song Ye's face was not obvious, but the tiredness on the bed just now, Qin Zhan could see clearly, presumably she had a lot of heart on this trip.
"Ten days, this is Shishi." Song Ye got out of bed, and according to his habit, he first explored the temperature of Qin Zhan's forehead first, then set aside the herbs to look at the wounds on his mouth and abdomen.
Before Qin Zhan was unconscious and unconscious, he was awake at this moment, and the young man's weak and boneless hands touched his forehead and touched his body, a cold face almost didn't get stuck, and he secretly flushed his ears. .
"Cough ..." He coughed twice gently, not only did he not want his body to boil, but he didn't want the teenager's small hand to leave, and he didn't know if it was better to stop the opening or pretend to be more serious.
"Thirsty?" Fortunately, Song Ye thought of it elsewhere, stopped in time to check the movements of his big-leg wound, turned to the bed and poured him a glass of water. "You have been unconscious for a long time, let me prepare a little fluid food."
Qin Zhan was so considerate to his brother's caring, he looked down and noticed that the bath barrel he was sitting in was a large piece of jade with an old pit glass, and he couldn't help wondering, "Yaowangtang's treatment is quite good."
Such a large piece of jade costs a lot.
"... Um." Song Ye pursed his lips, after all he didn't say that this was the meat that had been pulled from Zhao Zhen's mouth. Qin Zhan is his elder brother. It doesn't need to be specifically mentioned how much it cost him to save him.
In a certain way, Song Ye treats outsiders rather than letting go of his mistakes, and treats his own people, which is silently indifferent.
"Oh, it's not easy to go back to Shishi from Beijing, right?" Qin Zhan drank the water, his thoughts were finally cleared up, and he looked up at the youthful cloud and light air, but his heart was enough to imagine the difficult process. .
"The Han family couldn't catch my handle, at most it was offended." Song Ye didn't hide it, and answered truthfully.
Upon hearing this, Qin Zhan sneered, "It doesn't matter if you offend. Han Yan can conceive me and should bear the consequences."
The tiger didn't show its might, and it was a display for him to be the captain of the Hawks.
"Who hurt you this time?" Song Ye didn't care much about the Han family. He looked at the injuries on Qin Zhan's body every day for a few days, and he felt more attentive to those who were doing it.
Qin Zhan didn't plan to conceal either, and quietly spit out a name, "It's Claire."
It's him?
Song Ye's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise in an instant. Although there was some conjecture before, he couldn't believe that the beautiful young boy who cried at the touch of a finger would be so cruel. He said that when he liked Qin Zhan, the feelings in his eyes did not seem to be fraudulent.
Can't we get the love of one person, and we would rather be broken than jade?
Song Ye didn't understand this kind of passionate and distorted love.
But he asked Tiger Lishan to get rid of the Eagle team, and he calculated that Qin Zhan, these two accounts, she will certainly get back to him in person.
Realizing the evil spirit in the eyes of the teenager, Qin Zhan did not seem to care so much. Song Ye's concern for him was more important than anything.
"How long will it take to soak this medicinal material?" Qin Zhan's body left only a pair of underpants, which is equivalent to being in a vacuum state. This continued to face the young man's conversation, which was somewhat uncomfortable.
"Your burn is gone and you can come out." Song Ye came over, reached out and pressed his hand against the other's shoulder, bent slightly, and stretched into the water with one hand.
Suddenly, Qin Zhan was caught on his wrist. "What are you doing?" The two were very close. Qin Zhan was unable to adapt for a while. Why was he unconscious for ten days? Behaving so close.
Then, Song Ye downplayed two words successfully and successfully threw him to outer focus Linen.
"Hug-you." Song Ye looked at him side by side, his clear and cold eyes were clear, without any other meaning.
Hug ... Qin Zhan looked down at her movements, and suddenly a question came to mind between the electric light and flint in her head, "Did you get me in?" Still in this posture?
In the latter sentence, he was embarrassed to speak, but Song Ye's answer was extremely frank, "Well, you can't touch the wound of your Yue Hung Hou mouth." No matter what posture, the princess could not hold her safely.
However, the princess hugged ... Qin Zhan suddenly had a cold on his back, and the strength of holding Song Ye's wrist unconsciously increased a bit. He pulled his face and brushed his teeth and said, "No, help me up, I can go."
"Oh." Song Ye said nothing, and she didn't like to run around holding a man.
As a result, when he was sent to the bathroom to wipe his body, Song Ye found that his brother's expression was very ugly. If he wasn't sure he didn't have a fever, he would have thought that this person's injury had worsened.
Qin Zhan, who was alone in the bathroom to wipe his body, was covering his face with one hand, tightening the towel with one hand, and blue tendons on the back of his hand.
He was actually held by Song Ye to the princess!
What a shame.
Black history, this is definitely black history.
An older brother couldn't look straight at him, and the old blood clogged when he remembered it.