215 Chapter 217, You Still Have a Conscience

Huo Yanqing frowned slightly, "So you want to return my favor?"

Shu Xin heard the displeasure in Huo Yanqing's words, remembering that Huo Yanqing said that they were friends, it seems that friends shouldn't be so clear?

"No." Shu Xinshi denied the current affairs, "The main thing is to worry about Uncle Wu."

The corners of Huo Yan's mouth hooked faintly, "You still have a bit of conscience."

Along the way, Huo Yanqing didn't speak. Originally, he was the one who forced himself to go to see Shu Xin. Knowing that she was fine, his nerves relaxed and he fell into a drowsy state.

It was already one o'clock in the morning when we returned to the hotel where Huo Yanqing was staying.

Huo Yanqing went back to sleep, Shu Xin first removed the thick smoky makeup on her face, then took a quick shower and changed into her own clothes, and then went to the bedside to give Huo Yanqing a head massage .

After pressing for about half an hour, Shu Xin stopped and went into the bathroom to fetch a basin of cold water, soaked the towel, wrung it slightly, folded it neatly and covered his hot forehead.

One is hot, and another is cold.

so repeatedly.

After a while, Shu Xin would wipe Huo Yanqing's palms with a wet towel.

His fingers are long and slender, with well-defined joints, and there are rough and thin calluses on the palm and tiger's mouth, which should be caused by holding the pen all year round.

It was such hands, when he held them, she felt extremely at ease.

When she was free, Shu Xin quietly looked at Huo Yan, fascinated, only when he was asleep, she dared to look at him so presumptuously.

The face is like a sculpture with distinct features, black and uniform long eyebrows, a pair of calm eyes slightly closed under the long and curly eyelashes, the bridge of the nose is high and three-dimensional, and the thin lips are light and cool.

As he fell asleep, he lost his usual sternness and became more gentle.

Even if Shu Xin just looked at him like this, her heartbeat would lose its original frequency.

Probably this is the heartbeat.

The night was long, and Shu Xin didn't know when she fell asleep lying on the edge of the bed.

Suddenly there was a pain in his hand, Shu Xin opened his eyes painfully, and saw that his hand was tightly held by Huo Yanqing.

The man's eyes were closed, the veins on the back of his hands were protruding due to too much force, his thin lips were tightly pursed, the line of his jaw was tight, and his brows were covered in intense pain.

‘I go to sleep every night with the scene of a bloody car accident. '

The words Huo Yanqing once said suddenly jumped into Shu Xin's mind, as if someone had suddenly grabbed her heart hard, and there was a dull pain.

He is now experiencing the cruel scene of his relatives leaving him in front of his eyes in his sleep, right?

That's why he, who has always been as calm as a mountain, showed such pain.

The hand was held tighter and tighter by him, and the pain came continuously, as if the hand was about to be crushed by him, but Shu Xin didn't move, because the pain in the heart was densely tingled with needles, which was worse than the pain in the hand.

Shu Xin got up and sat down beside the bed, the hand that was not held by him slowly stretched out to his face, her slender fingers curled up in the air for a while, and after they were released, the fingers landed on his frowning brows.

Gently, he stroked lightly up and down, and said softly: "Uncle Wu, your relatives protected you at the critical moment, and hoped that you would live well, instead of torturing yourself like this. Everything is over, you should try Let it go slowly."

I don't know if what Shu Xin said had an effect, Huo Yanqing's strength in holding her hand gradually decreased, and the tightly knit brows also slowly calmed down.