Mr Pei's Little Pity Is Too Good

PICKED UP THE LITTLE POOR

　　Li Tesuke looked a little stunned. This is the cold and sick beauty described in the novel that seems to be broken when touched.

　　"Master Pei, he seems to be injured."

　　Without Li Tesuke reminding him, Pei Chuan noticed it. He looked away from the young man's face and swept over the slender hands that were weakly hanging on the ground.

　　The blood on Lin Suici's hand had already solidified. Although the rain washed away a lot, there was still some residue left. The dark red blood flowed down the fair and slender fingers and melted into the rain.

　　In addition to his hands, he also had bruises on his exposed thin arms and a calf.

　　The white t-shirt on his body was soaked by the rain, and it became translucent and wet against his body. In the dim light, the skin inside the clothes was faintly visible, revealing mottled traces of blue and purple, which was shocking.

　　He was like an abandoned cat, lying on the road covered in bruises and wounds, dying, even breathing weakly.

　　"He seems to be seriously injured..." As Li Tesuke said, he raised his eyes to look at Pei Chuan next to him. Before he could say anything, his words suddenly got stuck in his throat.

　　The man's profile suddenly darkened in the dim light, and even though his face was still expressionless, he could feel the icy aura emanating from the inside out, even colder than the rain.

　　Li Tesuke couldn't help shivering, and at the same time wondered why his boss suddenly did this. Could it be because of this sick beauty who fainted on the ground?

　　But this little beauty looked so pitiful, he couldn't bear to watch him lie alone in the rainy night.

　　"Master Pei, it's raining too much, why don't you go back to the car first, and I'll take him to the hospital?"

　　Pei Chuan: "No."

　　"But..." Li Tesuke just spoke, and the next words were Got stuck in the throat.

　　He opened his eyes wide, and before he could close his mouth, he watched his boss's every move in disbelief.

　　Pei Chuan bent down, hooked the young man's legs and waist with both hands, and hugged him directly in his arms, then got up and walked into the car.

　　There were also two bodyguards who were also shocked, but even though they were shocked, they still followed Pei Chuan with umbrellas to protect him from the rain.

　　Li Tesuke closed his mouth and followed dumbly.

　　In the hazy rain curtain, a man in an expensive suit gently hugged the person in his arms, and walked on the road with his long legs expressionlessly. Getting colder and deeper.

　　The rain dodged the umbrella overhead and hit the man on the shoulder, but he was indifferent.

　　The young man in his arms was unconscious, his delicate pale eyebrows were cold and docile, his head was pressed against the man's generous and warm chest, his slender hands hung weakly in the air, and the blood mixed with rain snaked along his pale fingertips slide down.

　　The bodyguard opened the car door, and Pei Chuan walked into the car with someone in his arms.

　　The black Bentley started again and walked through the city A in the rainy night. The air in the car was a little more humid, and the atmosphere became weird.

　　Li Tesuke couldn't suppress his curiosity, and quietly glanced at the situation behind him with a little surprise in his eyes.

　　Pei Chuan took the young man who was soaked all over in his arms. There was no trace of disgust on his expressionless face, but he still exuded a gloomy aura. There seemed to be a bit more... tenderness in the gloom?

　　Li Tesuke held a breath, and was almost frightened by his own thoughts.

　　He has never seen the emotion of the word "tenderness" from the cold face of Master Pei that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

　　At this moment, Pei Chuan suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said in a low voice, "Turn up the temperature of the air conditioner."

　　Li Tesuke hurriedly looked back, "Oh, ok!" He hurriedly raised the temperature Then he asked again: "Master Pei, are you going to the hospital?"

　　Pei Chuan hummed, "Hurry up."

After that, he lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms.

　　Lin Suici's wet head rested weakly on his shoulder, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

　　Pei Chuan tightened his arms and wrapped his arms around the slender waist.

　　Although the temperature in the car was raised, the temperature on Lin Suici's body was still the same. If it weren't for his chest still rising and falling slightly, it would be as if he had lost his life.