Transmigrating to the 70’s: The Military Wife As A Farmer

After the above questions and answers, the two quickly fell into a deadlock with nothing to say. Da Shuang hesitated for a while and said, "It's getting late, think, you go back, I'm leaving."

When Ning Qing heard that Da Shuang was leaving, she hurriedly said, "Did you come here on purpose to find me? Is there anything wrong?"

Subtext: If you come to me on purpose, just talk a few more words.

However, Da Shuang said, "I'm going to see my sister and my little niece, pass by here, and see you by the way. Seeing that you're fine, I'm relieved, goodbye."

Ning Qing lowered her head and whispered, "Goodbye."

At this moment, she didn't even realize how lost her voice was.

Because, she really hoped that he could stay and talk to her a few more words, even one more word!

I missed him for so long, and it was easy to meet him. I didn't expect that he would leave just after we met. She... so lost!

However, she is a conservative girl, no matter how much she desires in her heart, she can't do anything to actively pursue a man, especially, this man is also a rich man and is her patron.

She was too proactive, which would make him misunderstand herself. She didn't want to be misunderstood by him, so she could only hide her thoughts in her heart and move forward silently.

Da Shuang also turned around to open the door, ready to sit back in the car.

When the two of them walked to the car door position, suddenly, a brick flew over, impartially, and hit the back of Da Shuang's head with a snap.

Da Shuang groaned, covered his head and fell into the car.

Then, with a snap, the brick fell to the ground, and Ning Qing also realized what happened.

"How are you?" She ran over and helped the big pair of people who were up and down in the car.

"I'm injured."

Da Shuang frowned, took back the hand covering the back of his head, and looked in front of him.

Under the illumination of the headlights, a bloody hand appeared in front of me, "Ah—blood—you're bleeding!"

Seeing the bloody palm, Ning Qing exclaimed, her face turned pale!

"Damn, I was sneak attacked!" Dashuang covered the back of his head with his hands again, pressing hard on the bleeding part, because he had already felt that warm blood was gurgling from the back of his head, and it seemed that the injury was not serious. .

"Don't worry, hurry up, my house is right in front of me, let's go, I'll take you back to my house to deal with it!" Ning Qing was about to cry, pulling Dashuang's arms tightly, and walked to her house without any explanation.

"No need..." Dashuang stopped, "My head is broken and I need stitches. I'd better go to the hospital as soon as possible."

"Then I'll accompany you." After Ning Qing finished speaking, before he could refuse, she turned and ran to the co-pilot, opened the door and sat in.

Da Shuang hesitated for a moment, and also got into the car.

After getting into the car, before he could sit still, a soft handkerchief covered the injured part of the back of his head.

Ning Qing said, "You come to drive, and I will help you press the wound to avoid bleeding."

Dashuang was pressed on the back of his head by her, and he couldn't see her face, so he could only hum and start the car to drive to the hospital.

On the way, Ning Qing clearly felt that her palm was wet, and something thick and warm was slowly flowing down her palm.

You don't have to look, you know what it is.

Ning Qing was very worried. She asked cautiously with a nasal voice, "Does it hurt? If it hurts, don't drive. Let's call 110 and call an ambulance!"

Hearing her crying voice, Dashuang felt his heart warm and said, "I'm fine, it's just a little injury, just a few stitches."

Ning Qing said, "My head is broken, and I still say it's fine? So what's the matter?" After speaking, she felt that what she said just now was a little heavy, so she said softly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk to you like this. , don't be angry, just concentrate on driving, I won't disturb you..."

She leaned on her side, half-kneeling on the chair, one small hand pressed tightly against his wound, and the other grabbed the back of the chair to maintain her balance.

Eight or nine minutes later, the two rushed to the hospital, Dashuang parked the car, raised his hand and wanted to press the wound.

It may be that the injury affected his thinking ability. When pressing the wound, he seemed to forget that there was a small hand on the back of his head, and inadvertently, his big hand was pressed on the small hand.

Ning Qing's hand trembled, but she didn't move, still pressing his head tightly.

Dashuang realized that he was abrupt, and explained quickly, "I can do it myself." After that, he added, "You've been pressing for a long time, your arm is sore, right?"

Ning Qing shook her head, "It's not sour, does it hurt?" Her voice was soft and pitiful.

"I don't hurt anymore, really." Dashuang said softly, "Take your hand away, I'll press it myself."

"Then, I'll count '123', hurry up and watch the blood come out again." Ning Qing sniffed and said, "1, 2, 3..."

When she counted to '3', she quickly opened her hand and shouted, "Press it quickly."

Dashuang held it down, turned his head to look at her, and said with a smile, "The handover is successful, let's go down."

Ning Qing couldn't laugh at it. Seeing his blood dripping down his back, his snow-white T-shirt was dyed red. With so much blood, he could still laugh. His heart was too big!

She followed behind Da Shuang step by step, helping him carry the bag, and carefully looking at the back of his head, like a little follower.

The two came to the emergency room, and the doctor in the emergency room helped Dashuang deal with it.

As Da Shuang had expected, the doctor shaved his hair when he needed stitches, and then sewed it for him after shaving.

During this period, Ning Qing was standing outside the emergency room, holding Dashuang's bag, waiting for him anxiously.

While waiting, several young girls passed by. One of the most beautiful and stylishly dressed girls frowned when she saw the bag in Ning Qing's hand.

She paused, as if she wanted to say something to Ning Qing, but after a moment of hesitation, she walked away.

The next second, she took out her mobile phone from her bag and dialed a number skillfully.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

Dashuang's bag rang, to be precise, the phone in the bag rang.

Ning Qing was stunned and looked at the bag that was ringing at a loss, not knowing what to do for a while.

At this moment, the beautiful girl who had just passed by stood in front of her and said with a displeased face, "Whose bag is in your hand?"

Ning Qing saw the girl's face was not good, she subconsciously hugged the bag in her arms, and looked at Wang Zhirou vigilantly, "Why should I tell you?"

Wang Zhirou was very angry when she saw Da Shuang's personal belongings in her arms, and said, "You took this bag from my friend, where is he? Why is his bag here with you."

At this time, a few girlfriends who came with Wang Zhirou also came over, chatting.

"Zhirou, what's going on?"

Wang Zhirou said coldly, "My friend's bag is in this woman's hands!"

"Yeah, this is a man's Bao Ye, Zhi Rou, what kind of friend is he? Isn't he a boyfriend?" a girlfriend gossips.

The other was more direct and said loudly, "It can't be Huo Jingxi's bag, right? Rou Rou, didn't he say he was with his family today? Why is he here?"

Wang Zhirou gritted her teeth and smiled, "How do I know why he is here, Miss, can you explain it to me?"

Looking at Wang Zhirou's aggressive look, Ning Qing suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart——

Isn't this beautiful woman his girlfriend?