Dancing Youth: Evil and Rebellious Girl

Chapter 334
Zuo Zhe withdrew his gaze and looked ahead while taking the first step: "Withdraw."

All the bodyguards, whose swords were on the line, protected Zuo Zhe's rear, and followed his steps backwards.

"I'll wait for you, and I'll come back in three days."

Carl's voice was not too loud, and it reached Ye Ziye's ears accurately.

Zuo Zhe didn't stop, and felt the girl in his arms tremble slightly.

She didn't reply and let him lead her out of the alley.

But my mind stirred up thousands of waves, the waves were turbulent, and there was no peace.

[—Ye Xiwei's original *** Tencent first release —].
Ye Ziye's right calf was black and blue. When it was placed on the hospital bed for examination, it twitched slightly, like a dead leaf trembling under the autumn wind.

A male doctor who was as handsome as a star was pinching her calf and studying.

Standing behind him was a handsome young man of mixed race, about the same age as Zuo Zhe, watching in casual clothes.

Zuo Zhe kept frowning tightly: "Brother Cheng, what happened to her feet?"

While writing the medical records, Zhong Cheng answered slowly, "Slight fracture, nothing serious."

Ye Ziye was inspected by Zhong Cheng one by one, and she burst into tears in an instant in pain.

She gritted her teeth, stared at the slow doctor and questioned: "You, you are not that..."

The owner of Sunset Love Bar, the man who once kicked her out.

Zhong Chengxiang guessed what she wanted to say, and replied lazily: "Yes, it's me."

She was stunned: "Are you a doctor?"

Such a coquettish and sexy face, meticulous attire, even the hair is flawless.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like being a doctor, but like being a model or a star.

People who live off their skins.

Zuo Zhe explained: "Brother Cheng, he is my cousin and the vice president of this hospital."

Ye Ziye suddenly opened his eyes wide and couldn't close them anymore.

It turns out that people really can't judge by their appearance.

Zhong Cheng is as elegant as a painting, writes and writes, reads and writes again, and strives to compose her medical report perfectly.

Ye Ziye couldn't bear it anymore, and looked at the half-breed boy who hadn't spoken.

He is very familiar.

(End of this chapter)