Flame Covers the Sky[Entertainment]

Chapter 94

Said to be calm and have a good chat, but before Xing Tian's butt was warmed up for 5 minutes, there was a knock on the door of Yan Zixiao's house.

Yan Zixiao went to open the door. It was the foreign daughter-in-law of Grandma Wu who was at the opposite door.Grandma Wu's son's family is visiting relatives during the Spring Festival, and it is rare to return to China. They want to stay longer and will not return until April.

The blue-eyed, blond woman spoke English with an anxious expression on her face, dancing and gesticulating, Yan Zi was stunned, he couldn't understand what the woman was saying, he hadn't passed CET-[-] or CET-[-], and returned all the words he learned in high school to the teacher , speaking English with him is like playing the piano to a cow.

Yan Zixiao tapped her chin on the eager ex on the sofa: "Xing Tian, ​​come here."

Xing Tian communicated with the blond woman without hindrance, and only said a few words, his expression tensed instantly: "Grandma Wu had a heart attack, and her husband took her son to Longcheng to attend the college reunion, and she won't be back until tomorrow. He is not familiar with the city and cannot speak Chinese, so he wants us to send him to the hospital for the elderly."

Yan Zixiao and Xing Tian checked the old man's condition first, and called the 112 ambulance. Xing Tian carried the old man on his back, and said to Yan Zixiao, "Help grandma steady."

"Let me carry it, your feet are not..."

"It doesn't matter what kind of feet you have." When Xing Tian came back to his senses, he realized that he had slipped his tongue in a panic, and looked at Yan Zixiao guiltily, and the man rolled his eyes coldly.

Xing Tian had excellent physical strength, he trotted for a while with the old man on his back, and when he arrived at the parking lot of the community, his breath was still very steady.

After finding the SUV, Xing Tian put the old man in the back seat and told her to take care of her mother-in-law.Yan Zixiao drove the car, Xing Tian sat in, and the car drove out of the complex road conditions at high speed, without daring to delay at all.

After rushing to the hospital, the emergency doctor said that the vital signs of the old man were in danger. Thanks to the timely treatment, otherwise the old man would go into shock two minutes later.

There was no danger, Xing Tian heaved a sigh of relief.

Thanks to Xing Tian excitedly, Xing Tian said that he was just a little effort, and the real good person is Yan Zixiao who just paid the emergency surgery fee.

Yan Zixiao couldn't understand the chattering conversation between the two, but he felt that he was talking about himself. He looked at the two blankly, and Xing Tian suddenly leaned into his ear and whispered something.

He covered his mouth and smiled, the corners of his eyes filled with tears showed some ambiguity.

At this time, the nurse on duty came over, took Grandma Wu's medical records, and asked coldly, "Who are Wu Haifang's family members?"

"I," Yan Zixiao stood up and said, intending to stay in the hospital to take care of the elderly.

"And us." Xing Tian translated the nurse's words.

"Oh, come here and push the lathe alone."

The old man was lying on the lathe with a pale complexion, and his consciousness had recovered. He recognized Yan Zixiao, and said slowly, "Xiaoyan, I have caused you trouble."

"Grandma, I'm by your side." Yan Zixiao has always been favored by the old man, and seeing the old man suffering like a relative makes him feel uncomfortable and tormented.

Xing Tian gave his hand and comforted him: "Yan Zixiao, the doctor said that the old man will recover after a few days of recuperation."

When the nurse on duty heard Xing Tian's voice, she turned her head and glanced at Xing Tian.Xing Tian immediately tucked his chin into the loose collar of his jacket.But unlucky, the nurse said: "Huh? You look like Xing Tian."

"A lot of people say that I look like Xing Tian. I'm not a real person, but a fake." Xing Tian was afraid that the young female nurse would not believe him, so he deliberately smiled wretchedly: "The plastic surgery technology is so advanced now!"

It was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night to send the old man to the inpatient department. Xing Tian planned to accompany Yan Zixiao to take care of him, and he wanted to go to the convenience store to buy some food for supper.

Passing the nurse's duty room, the female nurse in charge of Grandma Wu called to Xing Tian, ​​"Wu Haifang's family, come here and send a report to the laboratory."

Xing Tian grinned stupidly, and took small steps, trying to make himself as close to the mentally retarded painting style as possible.

"Qingqing, do you look like Xing Tian?" The female nurse winked at her companion while filling out the form.

"Wow, it seems."

"It's all right." The female nurse blinked.

"Xing Tian 2.0, where did you get it done, which doctor." The companion immediately understood and asked bluntly.

"XX Hospital, find Director An."

"What's your full name?"

"An is the most handsome, I am the most handsome and the most handsome, the ace doctor of xx."

"What an interesting name, thank you, Xing Tian 2.0."

"You're welcome." Xing Tian took the test sheet and quickly slipped out of the duty room.

In the convenience store, Xing Tian picked left and right, and felt that the snacks were not enough, especially Yan Zixiao didn't eat much after cooking hot pot at night.Xing Tian felt sorry for letting the man only eat bread and biscuits, and ordered takeaway from a five-star hotel.

Yan Zixiao was taking a nap with his eyes closed, when he smelled the aroma of meat and vegetables.

At the door of the ward, Xing Tian was holding two steaming food boxes, looking at him anxiously.

"Xing Tian, ​​come here." Yan Zixiao looked tired.

Xing Tian walked over happily, Yan Zixiao stretched out her foot, and stepped on Xing Tian's foot mercilessly: "Don't pretend to be pitiful to me."

"I was wrong, I was wrong, take it easy, or this foot will be useless."

Yan Zixiao let go of his feet expressionlessly, took the food boxes in Xing Tian's hand, handed one of them, and said simply and rudely: "eat."

Xing Tian laughed out loud, Yan Zixiao gave Xing Tian a cold look, picked up another food box and walked to the corridor.

Xing Tian persevered in following behind the man.

The hospital at night is gloomy, the lights above the head are flickering, and the atmosphere of death is everywhere.

Yan Zixiao found an empty corner, squatted on the ground, opened the lid of the lunch box, and devoured it hungrily.He has been away from the gate of hell, and he has no time to "fight" with his ex.

"Is it delicious?" Xing Tian asked after swallowing.

"good to eat."

"Can I have a bite..."

"Aren't you losing weight?"

"I haven't lost weight recently."

"Oh." Yan Zixiao munched on the delicious braised chicken nuggets with white rice.

"Give me a bite, Xiaoxiao." In the darkness, Xing Tian squatted beside Yan Zixiao, just like usual, Xing Tian liked to call this nondescript nickname coquettishly.

Yan Zixiao suddenly felt that his throat was congested, his chest was oppressed, and he couldn't swallow the food in his mouth.

"Yan Zixiao?" Xing Tian noticed his abnormality, and asked in a low voice, "Am I making you unhappy again?"

"No."

"then you……"

Yan Zi snatched the words: "Xing Tian, ​​do you know that I really hate myself now."

"A bitch like a mother-in-law has to struggle every day, which is very annoying."

It's sorrow to keep cutting, and the reason is chaotic.

After all, he is the little bastard who once loved him with all his heart, so how could he just let it go.

Yan Zixiao also thought about it, or else he would break the jar and continue living with Xing Tian in a daze.He is not a person who cares about everything. In a relationship, there is always one party who has to bear more pain. He feels that with his personality that is not afraid of the sky falling, it doesn't matter if he is the active party.

Forget Xing Tian's hypocrisy, so he doesn't have to struggle in reality anymore.

But the more he told himself that he didn't care, the more he cared, more than anyone else.Xing Tian is possessive, maybe he is stronger and more persistent than him, but it has never been revealed, even he himself does not know it.Xing Tian is not two hundred and five, he is very smart, so smart that he will leave sooner or later, looking for a partner who is more suitable for him.

They are forcibly tied to each other, and there will be no good end.

Yan Zixiao choked on the rice grains and kept coughing, and the rice grains dirty his face in embarrassment.Xing Tian didn't dislike it at all, and used his tongue to lick|clean it bit by bit under the dim light.

Xing Tian's fiery lips moved downward, Yan Zixiao dodged sadly.

"I want you so much." Xing Tian's voice was like a demon, seducing | seducing | tempting | tempting in Yan Zixiao's ear.

Yan Zixiao pushed away the brown candy-like man, remained unmoved, and continued to bury his head in eating.

Xing Tian was startled, stopped touching the man, stood up, and a slender black shadow enveloped the man's head.

The two have been silent for a while, with the cold wall as their back, it looks like a frozen black-and-white picture from a distance, lifeless, permeated with ruthlessness and despair.

Yan Zixiao felt that he had eaten this bowl of rice for a long time, a full hour.Food can fill the emptiness in his stomach, but it cannot relieve the pain and loneliness in his heart.

"Let's go." Yan Zixiao stood up, covering his sore stomach.

"En." Xing Tian obediently followed behind him.

"I'll take care of Grandma Wu, you can go back. Thank you for today."

"Okay, if you need anything, you can find me."

"Let's go." Yan Zixiao urged again.He poured himself a glass of water, and when it entered his throat, it was icy cold.

"Then I'll come and see you tomorrow."

"up to you."

"It will come the day after tomorrow."

Swallow sneered.

"Then I'm leaving, Yan Zixiao, won't you say goodbye to me?"

"Goodbye." Yan Zixiao said numbly.

"Hehe, goodbye." After Xing Tian finished speaking, the air was quiet and dead.