Master Zhan, Calm Down!

Chapter 1503

1503 I’ve finally said it, I love you (7)

Xi ‘er, Xi’ er, Xi ‘er, Xi’ er, Xi ‘er, Xi’ er. Bo Jing’s hand was pressed against her blood-stained face, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably, his voice hoarse and desperate.

However, she didn’t have any reaction at all, and her body temperature was getting colder and colder.

The man who had always been mature and steady, even a little chauvinistic and old-fashioned, was like a grieving beast at this moment. His slender eyes were red and filled with tears as he kept muttering, ” I’m sorry, Yingluo, I’m sorry. Please don’t punish me. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have brought you to attend the wedding, Xi ‘er. Xi’ er, Yingluo, open your eyes. Open your eyes and see if I’m okay, Yingluo.

Barton stood to the side and watched the scene. This was the first time he was at a loss for what to do about something other than car racing. His heart was also shaken, not just by what was happening, but also by the identity of Josey and the man in front of him.

When Barton saw her again, he was almost certain that Jossey was Kimi.

This was because the man in front of him was the man who had won first place in the Monza track. He was a mysterious non-professional race driver. She had appeared at the same time as him. Although he was not clear about their private relationship, he could confirm that she was Kimi without a doubt.

The ambulance arrived.

Bo Jing personally carried her slowly.

Under the evening sun, the man was wearing black trousers and a white shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his slender arms. His hands and sleeves were stained with blood.

The woman in his arms was dressed in a tight-fitting black racing suit. Her slender arms hung down, and her long hair swayed gently in the wind.

She didn’t know when, but she had been grabbed tightly.

Bo Jing froze instantly and looked at her in shock. He mumbled, ” Xi ‘er, Xi’ er, Xi ‘er, Xi’ er, Xi ‘er.

Qiao Xi ‘er’s eyelashes fluttered slightly before she slowly opened her eyes with great difficulty.

Her bright eyes were a little bloodshot and the corners of her eyes were moist. With the contrast of her bloodshot eyes, it seemed as if blood tears were about to flow out. Bo Jing’s heart clenched tightly and he felt like it was about to split apart.

“I’m thin, I’m thin, I’m fine.”

She moved her lips weakly and with great difficulty.

Bo Jing lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his voice hoarse. Xi ‘er, don’t talk first. Let’s do first aid, okay? ”

as she spoke, she was about to ask the nurse to push her in.

However, Qiao Xi ‘er held his hand tightly as tears rolled down the corners of her eyes. She looked like a child who was sick and afraid of injections.

“Yingluo, wait, Yingluo has something to say to you, Yingluo.”

These words came through the oxygen mask weakly.