Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 998 Departure (25)

He pursed his lips tightly, and was about to pull the quilt back up and return to his own darkness.

But the woman pressed his quilt again, and put his right hand back into the quilt, extremely serious.

"Don't bore yourself anymore, there is little air under the quilt, what should I do if I get bored?"

It's none of her business to be bored.

The man thought with a cold face.

It's just that the colder he is, the less she seems to be afraid of him.

Even, she seemed to bend her eyes and smiled, leaned over with a shallow smile, touched his head, and said softly, "Mr. He, you are so good."

No wonder, he's not good at all.

The man's expression was even colder.

Yun Si sat by the bed, looked at him tenderly, and pursed her lips.

Glancing at the time on the wall, after tossing around for so long, it was almost nine o'clock, and it was time for her to leave.

Yun Si waited on the spot for a while.

When he turned his face away from looking at her, she smiled and stood up.

After intimately dimming the light by the bed, she picked up the bag on the side and came to the bedside.

"Mr. He, I'm leaving first, you can sleep in peace."

"If you have anything, you can call me at any time, and I will come anytime."

She spoke softly, and helped him tuck the quilt.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the ward was raised a little, for fear that he would be cold.

He Yan lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and did not speak.

He ignored her indifferently.

Yun Si curled her lips slightly, then turned and left.

Gently closed the door of the ward, and then sent a text message to Jiang Wenxue.

Soon, her figure disappeared at the door of the ward without a trace.

The man in the ward who suddenly opened his eyes looked at the empty chair next to the bed almost subconsciously.

That's where she used to sit, and the bag is gone now.

He stared at it in silence for a while, then pulled the quilt vigorously and covered his head again.

after awhile,

He suddenly pulled off the quilt awkwardly.He thumped the bed under him with his fist, as if venting his irritability and anger.

Only at this time, he really changed back to his original gloomy and indifferent appearance, irritable and irritable, and he was prone to throwing things.

He stared gloomyly at the ceiling, didn't speak, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Midnight,

Holding the scepter, Lord Reaper stood quietly under a remote bus stop, flipping through the book of life and death, as if waiting for the time.

Near this remote bus station, there are no street lights, only the inside of the station is still on, illuminating the flirtatious and cold black gauze skirt of Lord Reaper.

The blood pattern on the skirt is like a gorgeous rose flower, lining her slender ankles, she is slim and tall.

Wearing stiletto shoes and a slim figure, she stood quietly under the lamp, her eyes looking into the distance indifferently, as if she was waiting for someone.

Soon, the last bus, which was long overdue, stopped at the bus station.

In the car, there was only one driver left, a young woman who had just got off work, and a man who was pulling out a cigarette to smoke.

A man and a woman got off the bus, and the driver drove away on the last train.

Women go ahead, men go behind.

His malicious eyes lingered on the woman, and quietly, he took out a knife from behind.

Lord Reaper's eyes were indifferent, and he stood beside him, witnessing the whole process.

Soon, the man grabbed the knife and stepped forward.

The woman didn't seem to notice it, and was still walking on a remote path beside her.

The two walked into the side path one after the other.

(End of this chapter)