After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

"I don't want results." Yan Ge stared at him.

But there was no lethality in his eyes, but tears, pitiful, like a helpless beast forced into the Jedi.

"You let me go," she bit her lip, trying not to let herself cry. "You let me go."

Sinan slammed her into her arms: "Don't let go."

He said, "Just let it go."

The two sat in the chairs and waited for half an hour.

Yange didn't speak, and Si Nan didn't ask her.

He was afraid that Yange would run away. After half an hour, he took Yange to take the list on the automaton.

Si Nan couldn't understand the data on the list. He took Yange and took the list to go to the doctor he had just visited.

The doctor looked at the list of Yange, rolled up the sleeve of Yange and glanced at the needles on Yange ’s arm. The enthusiasm when he faced Yange was gone, and all became indifferent.

"Doctor, what's going on on her list? Does it need further examination? What's wrong with her headache?"

Sinan grabbed Yange's wrist and rolled up his sleeves to show the doctor: "Was she hit, would there be any injuries on her head, or blood clots? Would she like to do another ct or something?"

The doctor's gaze was staring at those pinholes in Yange's arm.

After seeing Yange rest on his arm, he sighed, glanced at Yange, turned his head to Sinan and said, "Who are you?"

As soon as Si Nan heard what the doctor said, Yan Ge's illness must be particularly serious.

So almost immediately, he said, "I'm her brother, my brother, and we have lived together since we were young. Doctor, what is wrong with my sister, you can say something directly."

He turned and pushed the tweet: "Sister, why don't you wait for me outside."

Yange sat still, her head down, tears still falling.

The doctor said, "She has taken drugs. If you really care about her, take her to a detoxification center on the right track. How can such a thing be touched at such a young age, once it is on it, it will be ruined for life ..."

The doctor's words were still ringing.

Si Nan pursed his lips, pulled Yan Ge out of the taxi, and walked towards the apartment where he lived.

Yan Ge has stopped crying. She silently followed Sinan, like an appointed fish, lying on the chopping board and being slaughtered.

Sinan looked back at her several times, and the more she frowned, the more she looked.

Sinan's apartment is not far from the school.

Although he lives alone as a boy, his home is strange but not stingy. When he enters the room, the ground from the coffee table is very clean.

It's hard to overstate it with a window.

Yange followed him into the door, and he was seated on the sofa.

Sinan handed her a cup of warm water.

Yan Ge held the water cup in his hands and drank with a small sip.

The voice of Zrazla came out of the kitchen.

After a while, Sinan fried two eggs and made two bowls of tomato and egg soup. He greeted the song: "Eat something first."

Yan Ge glanced at him with a sigh of relief.

Probably in her opinion, as long as Sinan did not force him to ask him, it was a matter of good fortune.

This look fell into Sinan's eyes, only to feel extremely uncomfortable.

Yange eats slowly.

Sinan ate three mouthfuls and ate a small spoonful of soup staring at Yange.

He never knew that girls would eat so slowly.

But he thought that she was eating so slowly, maybe she was delaying time.

When she lowered her head to eat, his eyes burned and he looked at her.