105: C105 You're Hurt?

C105 You're Hurt?

Huo Chengzhou did not intend to say anything. The more he said, the higher the chances of him being discovered. He could only remain silent and increase his pace as he led Qiao An to the side of the road.

When they were at the door, he had already contacted Huo Feng. At this time, his car should be waiting at the intersection of the street.

Sure enough, after turning from the alley to the main road, Huo Feng's car stopped in front of him. He turned his head and looked over. When he found something unusual, he pushed the door open and got out of the car and ran over.

He was nervous when he saw Huo Chengzhou was injured, but he realized he could not ask more. He could only greet Qiao An. "Miss Qiao, why are you here? I am Huo Feng."

"Huo Feng." Qiao An's expression instantly relaxed a little. "This person was injured in order to save me. Quickly take him to the hospital."

At this moment, Huo Chengzhou had already let go of Qiao An's arm and turned around to walk back.

Qiao An anxiously used her hand to grab but it was empty. "Huo Feng..."

"It's fine." Huo Feng held Qiao An's arm." It's just that there are some small injuries on his hand. He left by himself. Let me take you home. "

Qiao An turned around and naturally could not see anything. "Is it really not serious?"

"Yes." Huo Feng said, 'But what is going on with you?' Why are you here?"

"I'm working. I met an alcoholic when I came out. Luckily, that person helped me." Qiao An simply explained, "What about you? Why are you here?"

"I am eating nearby." Huo Feng took care of Qiao An and got into the car. He watched Huo Chengzhou drive out of the car with a worried look on his face, flashing the lights and driving forward.

Huo Feng got into the car. The car drove on the main road and went forward. He deliberately slowed down to give Huo Chengzhou enough time to treat his wound.

Not long after, Qiao An's voice came over. "Huo Feng, can you help me hide this? I don't want Huo Chengzhou to know."

"Okay." Huo Feng agreed readily, but after a moment of silence, he still said, "Miss Qiao, you better not come out at night in the future. It is too dangerous."

Qiao An also had some lingering fear. "I know..."

It could be imagined what would happen to her tonight if it was not for that man. It was just that she was very curious. Was tonight's incident an accident? Or was it man-made.

If it was man-made, then who was deliberately messing with her?

...

Qiao An returned to Bamboo Listening Pavilion with a perturbed mood. Before entering the door, she even specially tidied her clothes.

Huo Feng followed her into the door. When he saw Huo Chengzhou sitting on the sofa, he quickly greeted, "Mr Cheng."

Huo Chengzhou nodded. He had changed into a large sports attire. His sleeve was covered and his injuries could not be seen. Huo Feng was anxious. He lowered his voice and asked, "Are you alright?"

Huo Chengzhou shook his head. Huo Feng then said loudly, "I happened to meet Miss Qiao in Chengan District today, so I picked her up."

"Okay." Huo Chengzhou waved his hand. "You can go back."

Huo Feng's worried eyes fell on his arm again before he turned around and left.

Qiao An was about to walk upstairs, but Huo Chengzhou suddenly said, "There's nothing you want to say to me?"

Qiao An's footsteps paused. "I'll go upstairs and take a shower first..."

Huo Chengzhou's gaze fell on her face and saw a bump on her forehead. He suddenly remembered that when he put her by the wall, she seemed to have knocked her head.

"Come here." He said in a deep voice.

Qiao An had no choice but to turn around and walk to the side of the sofa. Then she felt a touch of cool fingertips on her forehead.

The man gently pressed on her head. Qiao An took a breath of cold air and raised her hand to grab his arm. "It hurts..."1

Then she clearly heard the man gasp and she felt that something was wrong with her holding the man's arm.

There was an abrasion under the cloth.

The man's arm was quickly pulled away from her hand. He gritted his teeth and said, "There's a bump on your forehead. Remember to apply some ointment on your forehead when you go upstairs."

Qiao An sniffed and there was a faint smell of blood mixed with the fragrance of flowers in the air. It was very light.

"Are you hurt?" She asked.

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