Ou Mingxuan was wandering in the living room in a daze, and suddenly he heard a sound in Qin Mengying's room.

Did she...never go anywhere at all?

Because of this possibility, Ou Mingxuan's heart beating wildly, step by step nervously approached the room.

The door was vacant.

He reached out and gently pushed away.

There was no light in the room and it was dark.

As soon as Ou Mingxuan walked in a few steps, he was choked back by the heavy smell of tobacco and alcohol. During the period, he accidentally stepped on the round wine bottle and almost fell.

Ou Mingxuan cursed and fumbled against the wall to find the switch.

The lights in the room were bright.

Ou Mingxuan looked around, shocked, and almost thought he was in the wrong place.

The faint scent of the past is no longer, only the room is full of smoke and miasma, the floor is full of wine bottles and cigarette butts, the wooden floor is scorched by cigarette butts in several places, and even the curtains have been burned.

Moving his eyes, Ou Mingxuan finally saw the shadow that shrank into a small ball under the window.

At that moment, his tense nerves all relaxed.

Exhale heavily, and then began to vent.

"You **** woman! Why don't people knock on the door at home! Do you want to die me?"

Ou Mingxuan paced back and forth like an irritated lion, "Do you know how many people worry about you! Why don't you tell me something wrong? Damn, I'm crazy to care about you..."

Ou Mingxuan was still thinking about it, but Qin Mengying didn't respond at all.

Ou Mingxuan became flustered, and when he took a closer look, he saw that her clothes were stained with a little discordant bright red. Looking up, there was a large blood stain on her chest.

"What's the matter? Mengying, are you hurt? Where did you hurt?"

Ou Mingxuan checked her body in a panic and tore off the knitted ornament on her neck. The dazzling and ambiguous bruise almost made him lose control.

Ou Mingxuan continued the examination with a cold face, and found that her body was full of bruises and bruises, her ankles were red and swollen, and the long wounds on her thighs and legs were shocking...

I don't know what the injury is like in other places that I can't see.

Ou Mingxuan felt like a ball of flames burning madly in his heart, wishing to take her off for inspection.

With so much blood in the chest, where did it hurt...

No matter what he asked or did, Qin Mengying remained silent and let him play around, as if he was a lifeless puppet.

"Mengying, you speak..." Ou Mingxuan lifted her messy hair behind her ears and raised her face to let him look at him.

Her hollow eyes were like a sharp awl digging into his heart.

"Where is the medicine kit? Forget it, I'll take you to the hospital." Ou Mingxuan immediately wanted to hug her up.

Qin Mengying's dull eyes moved slowly, reflecting his anxious and distressed expression, before he lifted himself up, he leaned forward and held out his arms tightly to hug him.

Ou Mingxuan stiffened.

Her body is so cold, she just grasped the life-saving driftwood and held him tightly.

"No matter who it is, I will definitely let him die!" Ou Mingxuan hugged her tightly, his expression gloomy.

Qin Meng's body trembled.

"Okay, it's okay! Let's go to the hospital first, eh?" Ou Mingxuan gently patted her back, for fear of scaring her.

Qin Mengying didn't speak, but held him tighter, not allowing him to move.

"Don't be capricious, I don't know where you hurt, you must go to the hospital for a detailed examination!" Ou Mingxuan frowned.