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The virus on Ye Sanshao broke out ahead of time. Cheng Anya was in a panic, sitting like a needle felt. She originally wanted to accompany Ye Sanshao. Suman suggested that she should not go to the laboratory. Obedience, Cheng Anya listened to him even though he was worried about panic, and did not rush to the laboratory.

"Mommy, don't worry, Daddy will be fine." Xiao Xiaobao comforts Cheng Anya, and his little pink face has a calmness and firmness of his age. He smiles gracefully, as if nothing happened. The same, calm and admirable.

"Baby, Mommy is not that bad, I need you to comfort me at this time, it's okay." Miss Cheng knows her son best and smiles, so he doesn't care, she is very worried. However, no matter how worried, she will also take care of her son, and will not be so flustered that even her son's emotions have no time to care.

If she was panicked, she would have to be comforted by a small baby bag with the same fears and fears. What a shame. She has always been the most sturdy mummy of a small baby bag?

The mother and son went to see Ye Wei together. She was seriously injured and unconscious. Bai Ye had already checked her for a long time. She also ordered people to prepare medicine and gave her painkillers.

Looking at Ye Wei, Cheng Anya felt a little bit of pain. The injury was so serious. Bai Ye looked quiet. "The injury is heavy for ordinary people, but for Ye Wei, it's nothing, just a few days. "

"Isn't that heavy?" Cheng Anya was surprised. Was it dead after being killed? In Ye Wei's room, there was a drop of blood, and her clothes were also stained with blood. At first glance, she was beaten with blood.

Ye Wei was seriously injured in a coma, it was already a very serious injury.

"It's okay, just raise it for a few days." Bai Ye chuckled lightly, eleven carefully gave her medicine.

"You said that they had a deep hatred between them, and they all went to death, right?" Bai Ye touched his chin, thinking very seriously. The situation was very wrong, Mo Ju was angry and angry?

"Which time did they not beat you to death?" Eleven said, snorting coldly. She is now more curious about how Mo Ju suddenly got better, too suddenly, "Bai Ye, when will she wake up?"

"Tomorrow morning will almost wake up," Bai Ye said, poking at Eleven's shoulder and asking, "Eleven, is Weiwei really stuck?"

"What do you say?"

"Is she in love with the big white brothers, or the Moju beauty?" Bai Ye was curious about this question.

The little baby bag turned her head and thought about it, "Should it be Moju beauty?"

"Why?" Eleven and Bai Ye asked in unison, Bai Ye thought in secret, Ning Ning baby, you also know what it means to fall in love, and the times have progressed too fast.

"It feels," said Xiao Daibao. Mo Jiu's personality is more attractive to Ye Wei, is it white? Because it was Mo Ju, Ye Wei would only follow him after he became an idiot. If she changed someone else, she would have thrown away.

In short, it is not because of Mo Ju.

"Poor Weiwei." Bai Ye looked at her injury, sighing pretendingly, smiling round the chest, dashing, "I'm a little looking forward to how Weiwei won such a powerful Moju beauty."

Miss Cheng, who has remained silent, couldn't help but say, "I have never understood, is there a difference between Dabai and Moju? Are they not all alone?"

"Mommy, this is almost enough, too much difference?" Xiao Xiaobao refuted, Bai Ye agreed, and 11 agreed, they simply regarded them as a person.

A devil, an angel.

Different races and different factions cannot be compared.

"No, then you say your daddy, sometimes it's too serious, and occasionally it's not an idiot. People have a lot of personalities, why can't Mo Ju be successful?" Cheng Anya said his opinion with a smile, " It’s all alone."

"Different."

"same."

"Mummy, three to one, the minority obey the majority, you lose, don't struggle." Xiao Xiao Bao said with a smile, like a little gentleman in the British high society, very cute.

"..." Cheng Anya was speechless, rely on, this is too undemocratic.

As if seeing what Cheng Anya was thinking, the little baby bag smiled again, "Mommy, democratic choice, when have you ever seen real democracy? You say social harmony, when has society been harmonious?"

Bai Ye, eleven thumbs up, strong, just a word.

Cheng Anya was sad, "You are a big man, don't wait to bully a weak woman like this."

Small milk pack, "...amount..."

Several people said that they left Eleven's room with a smile, and Bai Ye smiled, "It's really a pair of superb mother and son."

"Their family is all Needs." Eleven concise underground comments, all are Needs metamorphosis.

"Mr. Su, your host invited you to the research room." The maid came to invite Bai Ye in a hurry, and everyone froze, Bai Ye nodded, and went to the research room with her,

"Ning Ning, what's wrong?"

"Suman asked Bai Ye to go to the research room." Xiao Xiaobao explained, Cheng Anya's heart sank, could it be that Achen's situation had deteriorated? The heart thumped wildly, and Cheng Anya's face instantly became extremely ugly.

She was sitting alone in the atrium, and the small milk bag originally wanted to accompany her, but it was already very late. Cheng Anya asked him to go back to sleep, and the small milk bag could only go back to the room to rest. Riya is also very hot at night, there is almost no wind, and the temperature outside is unbearably high, even if wearing short sleeves, it will feel too hot. Cheng Anya's unexpected limbs were cold, and a thin layer of cold sweat came out of his forehead.

cold.

A kind of cold, which is very uncomfortable from the inside out, is like feeling that Louis had told her that she had a virus on them, and they were waiting for Ye Sanshao to come.

scared.

The night was getting deeper and deeper. It was late in the middle of the night. She wanted to go to the research room for a few times, but she dared not get close. What she looked like when the virus broke out was clear.

When she suffered an unbearable pain herself, she always felt very hard. But she didn't suffer long before, and Louis would give her a reagent to relieve this pain, but she saw Zhang Bo hit her head in that small house with her own eyes. Blood flow, because of too painful to choose to die.

The more I remembered Zhang Bo's tragic condition before his death, the more Cheng Anya felt cold and his heart beat faster, the ominous hunch hit his heart again.

The night was quiet, only the sound of the water sprayed from the fountain in the atrium. I used to feel comfortable, but I felt upset tonight.

She walked in the atrium for a while, then sat down again, contemplating her chest, and the whole person seemed very peaceful, as if she had blended into the night, so quiet that it didn't exist.

For a while, she stood up abruptly, seeming to make up her mind and head towards the laboratory.

The closer she was, the more terrible she felt. She was afraid of hearing Ye Sanshao's roar, but unexpectedly, but very quiet. Cheng Anya was relieved in her heart, maybe nothing. Bai Ye medicine was so high, and Su Man was a virus expert. Unlike Zhang Bo at that time, maybe there will be a turnaround.

She resolutely withdrew the door of the laboratory and walked straight in.

Bai Ye recorded and studied the data on the screen and found Cheng Anya first. He raised his eyebrows, "Anya, why are you here?"

Suman is experimenting with two reagents, without raising his head, and analyzing the conjugates with a microscope. He is very serious and has no intentions. Cheng Anya said softly: "You continue yours, I will not disturb you, I will accompany him. it is good."

Bai Ye looked at Ye Sanshao on the operating table and nodded.

The area of ​​the entire research room is not very large, but the equipment is very complete. Cheng Anya feels that this is a very modern research center, as if it was only seen in the movie.

On the operating table, Ye Sanshao had a gown and an oxygen mask. His limbs were all shackled with his hands, his arms, chest, thighs, calves, and even his head. A lot of needles were inserted, and she was hanging several bottles. The incomprehensible liquid was dropped into his body bit by bit.

Cheng Anya held his hand in his eyes, but unexpectedly found a blood stain on the floor. Looking down on his eyes, there was also a large amount of blood on the floor under his feet. Cheng Anya looked at his wrist, where he was tightly pulled by his hand. live. Because of the struggle, there were two obvious wounds on the wrist, bloody.

She bit her lower lip suddenly, holding back the sour gas in her eyes. She could imagine how he was struggling and hurting herself. No need to look, there should be an injury on her ankle.

He must try to break free.

Achen...

Through the gown, she held his hand. Cheng Anya looked at Ye Sanshao, who was sleeping, and there was a dull pain in her heart. She wanted to shed tears, but couldn't shed anymore. She couldn't cry, and he would be fine. .

Evil has evil, good has good, and the person who deserves it is Louis, not Ye Chen who has been tortured all his life.

Achen, don't be afraid, I will be with you, always with you.

Even if I go to hell, I will stay with you and will never leave you alone.

Cheng Anya remembered that she had vowed before. From now on, she is the patron saint of Ye Chen. However, she has not fulfilled her promise. Instead, she has almost killed her because of her. What kind of patron saint she is.

Scourge is almost the same.

Cheng Anya was a little annoyed, holding Ye Sanshao's hand tightly, biting her lip to hold back the tears she was about to shed, but accompanied him quietly.

Ye Sanshao was very sleepy, his pale face looked very peaceful, his breathing was weak, his heartbeat was very light, his hands were a little warm, and Cheng Anya was quite calm.

It’s good to be alive.

When he lived for a second, she would stay with him for a second, and if he lived for a day, she would stay with him for a day.

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