Seven Nights of Forbidden Love: Good Morning, Chief!

Especially clear in the quiet night.

Jingyu, who had been worrying about following, heard the gunshot, and rushed in for the first time. Then, he saw the scene.

Qin Muchen held the gun and fired a shot at the shoulder.

If he remembered correctly, the same place, the same location, where Gu Shinian was shot.

The blood fell along the white shirt.

A face in Jingyu was completely scared of blood.

At the servant who followed, he raised his voice and shouted, "What are you looking at? Go and call a doctor!"

The doctor came soon, and he had been guarding underneath.

Jing Yu didn't dare to touch him at all, closed his eyes, then helped him up, put him on the sofa, picked up the pillow, and placed it behind him to make him more comfortable.

"Three, third brother, you, calm down."

His voice was mixed with vibrato.

"You can't think about it, if Gu Shinian knows, she won't forgive you."

A group of people was in a hurry.

The doctor picked up the anesthetic in a panic, and just about to inject it into his body, he was held in one hand.

"Brother three?" Jing Yu thought he was going to refuse treatment, and hurriedly said: "Let the doctor show you first."

Qin Muchen just snatched the anesthetic, threw it on the ground, and tore his lower lip, with a cold voice, "No need for this."

"..." Jing Yu's eyes widened: "Brother San..."

What is he going to do?

"I'm okay." Qin Muchen twitched his lips and gave a smile: "Don't tell her about this. I just want to know how much pain the bullet can make."

He just wanted to figure out how painful her shot was.

The moment the bullet enters the bone and the blood splashes out, where can it hurt?

He just wanted to empathize.

Then, a hundred times more painful than her, to repay her one point.

"I won't miss it."

He lowered his head and looked at the blood in his hands: "I just thought, it hurts a little more, and then, the position of the heart will feel more comfortable."

Otherwise, he felt that he was dying of pain.

"Jingyu, I'll be perfect once, without anesthetic, I just dig out the bullet directly. I want to know where it hurts like this."

"If you can't bear this bit of pain, I really don't have the face to meet her."

Jingyu's eyes were red, and it took a long time before he looked away.

Then, from the time the bullet was dug up to the stitching of the wound, for a total of more than an hour, he gritted his teeth and made no sound.

...

The night is already very deep.

Jingyu stood outside the bedroom door.

The butler came up several times and asked him if he wanted to rest.

He shook his head: "I'm guarding here, you have been busy most of the night, go and rest."

The butler wanted to say something and wanted to ask clearly what happened, but when he saw his solemn expression, he silently swallowed the words back.

Why, perhaps, has become unimportant.

Qin Yishen is not in this city today, so when she hurries back, everything has returned to calm.

She was also wet from the rain, stepped on high heels, ran over, glanced at the scene outside the door, stretched out her hand, and opened the door.

Just opened a seam and was held.

Unfortunately, she saw the bad background standing on the windowsill.

Didn't sleep?

He was beaten up for a long time, plus that bullet, now he still has the strength to stand up?

Jing Yu took her hand and closed the door, watching her wet, take off her coat, and cover her body: "He's okay."