Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 177 The Bond Between You and Me

The evil hand was kept on Xiaojiu's head, but Xiaojiu didn't care. With a stern face, he finally dragged Sandone to the door of Dotorre's room.

The short white finger pointed at the door, and Xiaojiu tugged at the hem of Sandone's skirt and shook it, with a look of anxiety on his face.

Sandoni really wanted to touch the fair and tender face of the little guy in front of him, but when he noticed Xiaojiu's expression, he stopped thinking and asked.

"What happened to Dotore?"

Xiaojiu nodded vigorously, his fingers almost poking the door.

Cold and almost dead.

Sandoni raised his hand and knocked on the door, his voice raised a little.

"Dottore? Are you in there?"

The room was completely silent, without a single sound.

Seeing that she was just shouting outside the door, Xiaojiu took a step forward and tried to pull her in.

Sandoni was pulled so hard by the small-looking boy that he couldn't even stand. He staggered towards the door and saw the scene inside the house clearly.

The smell of blood rushed into his nose all of a sudden. Sandoni looked at the shocking bloodstain and the person lying on the table, unknown whether he was dead or alive, and almost screamed.

"What's going on? Quick, call someone."

When Lataf heard what Sandoni said, he ran out very quickly. Several patrolling soldiers were caught like chicks. Seeing that the honorable executive officer was seriously injured, they immediately sent people for treatment with great fear and trepidation.

Xiaojiu followed closely, his eyes full of worry.

The wound was bandaged quickly, and Dotore lay on the large and comfortable bed, but he had not yet woken up.

Xiaojiu lay on the edge of the bed, staring at his face.

The furry hair on top of his head drooped down, and Xiaojiu pulled the corner of the quilt dejectedly.

Xiaojiu, no, take good care of it.

Leave it cold and hurt.

Master, angry.

When they separated, Cheng Yan's will, which was deeply engraved in Xiaojiu's heart, became Xiaojiu's obsession.

The person he was supposed to protect was lying motionless on the bed, and the sad atmosphere of Xiaojiu was already affecting the surrounding environment.

Sandone was sitting on a bench at the door of the ward. She and Dotore were not particularly familiar with each other. Although it was Dotore's son who asked her to save him, Sandone could already foresee someone seeing her ugly face when he woke up.

The reason why she insisted on staying here...

Xiaojiu was staring at Dotore's pale face in a trance when suddenly a pair of hands appeared on his waist.

Just as he was about to struggle, his mouth was covered tightly. He was gathering strength in his hands to attack, but he heard a familiar voice in his ears.

"Ahhh, hug me, hug me, you're so cute. Can you tell auntie your name? Auntie is a good person!"

Xiaojiu's face turned red from being rubbed, and she was a little at a loss in the face of the sudden enthusiasm.

He frowned and reached out to push away Sandoni's cheek.

Xiaojiu is an adult and only the master and Leng Bingbing can hold him.

Even though he was pushed away, the smile on Sandoni's face did not diminish at all. Looking at the soft little face in front of him, he even wanted to kiss it.

She pursed her lips and was about to kiss him without giving any resistance, but was interrupted by a sudden voice.

"Shut up."

Dotore straightened his upper body on the bed. His lips were pale, but his face was dark as he stared at Sandone's mouth which was about to move towards Xiaojiu's face.

"come over."

The tone was still somewhat cold, but it was milder than the previous one.

Sandoni curled his lips, gently put Xiaojiu down, and rolled his eyes at Dotore.

"What's wrong with a kiss? You're so stingy."

Dotore ignored her and followed the jogging Xiaojiu with his eyes.

Xiaojiu leaned over to the bedside and reached out to touch Dotore's hand. Xiaojiu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the hand regain some temperature.

Then he became angry with him again and glared at Dotore with a stern face.

He is so cold and tall, and he is also injured, which makes his owner and Xiaojiu worried.

Dotole looked at Xiaojiu, and suddenly lost his mind for a moment, raising his hand to touch those obsidian eyes.

Xiaojiu's appearance just now almost made him think that the person in front of him was Cheng Yan when he was young.

Xiaojiu slapped his hand away, lifted the quilt and stared at Dotore's wound with wide eyes.

It was as if he wanted to vent all his anger.

Dotore raised his hand and pinched Xiaojiu's face to check it. He was relieved only after confirming that it was intact and had no external injuries.

His eyes followed Xiaojiu all the time. Dotore had never looked at Xiaojiu so seriously.

He had his own selfish motives. Xiaojiu looked exactly like Cheng Yan, but his hair and pupils were intentionally made to resemble his own.

In this way, as long as Xiaojiu exists, there will be more complicated ties between him and Cheng Yan.