Hey Sir, I'm Interested In Your Genes

Zhuang Yichen hung up the phone, thinking about the day, one by one.

The phone called Xiaoya again. "Is the foot injury better?"

"Well, Uncle Li brought me your doctor. He took the medicine and didn't feel much."

"You have a good rest. Don't go out at night. Call me if you have something. If I'm busy, call Uncle Li. Don't go to nightclubs. Those places are not safe at any time."

"Well, I see."

"Good night."

"Good night."

Zhuang Yichen's words are always cold and cold. He never uses a soft tone. He cares about people and is a little stiff. However, Xiaoya still feels some subtle changes

The deeper the night, the more thrilling the rhythm.

I don't know who I listened to. Beggars who begged for a living down the overpass quietly moved in groups, like thieves, with some joy on their faces.

A waste construction site has been covered with grass, and the developer has settled the land, waiting for the price rise of the property market before starting to dig the foundation. The wall is built here, with bricks and stones in disorder.

Ouyang Yan screamed when the cloth strip on her face was pulled open!

The mouth was blocked and shrank in the corner of the wall.

The man who tore the cloth off her face wore a hat with a big edge and oversized sunglasses.

Wearing sunglasses at night, I just don't want anyone to recognize him. It's so dark that I can't see any features on the man's face. I only know it's a man.

The reason why she yelled was not because of the man, but a beggar with green eyes, ragged clothes, black and dirty hair, long and dirty hair, knots and a stench all over her.

Today, the beggars selected by scar are the dirtiest and ugliest. He didn't ask for money from those people who have short hair and pay attention to appearance.

Today's work must be done to the satisfaction of the boss.

Take out the DV and raise your hand to Ouyang Yan.

All the beggars are low-end beggars with no organization.

These beggars are men, lazy, or make a living by begging. If they really get money to meet their physiological needs, they can only go to the woman who stood on the street for ten or twenty dollars.

Where have you seen a rich lady like Ouyang Yan?

Everyone rushed to Ouyang Yan like taking a stimulant

She doesn't want to live anymore. She doesn't want to live anymore.

Is that Jiang Zhao?

Someone sent by Jiang Zhao?

This man! She won't let him go if she's a ghost

Jiang Zhao leaned in Qin Zhen's arms, circled her waist, buried his head in her chest, and wept silently, "what time is it?" He didn't dare to look at the time himself. He was willing to understand his mood as living like a year. In this way, even after a day, it was only a minute.

Qin Zhen put her arms around Jiang Zhao's head and nestled in her arms. "Zhaozhao, you'll sleep. The operation will be over later. Sister Zhen is watching. You sleep. "

"Sister Zhen, you can't say cloud leaf is bad in the future. You can't think like that in your heart."

"Well, sister Zhen swears to you that she will never say a bad word to Ye Er again. She doesn't think so. Sister Zhen swears to you!"

"... sister Zhen, I feel bad..." at this time, maybe he can only stay in his mother's arms to be calm. Jiang Zhao is 30 years old and hasn't relied on his mother's arms like this for a long time. A man always feels that he plays the role of protecting his mother when he is an adult. At this time, he changes back to his childhood and depends on his mother's arms for a moment of peace of mind.

"Sister Zhen knows, Zhaozhao, sister Zhen knows..."

"Sister Zhen, Yunye is very selfish. She's a woman. She's really good at ghosts. It's normal for you not to like her. Who can stand the ghosts of her daughter-in-law when she's a mother-in-law?" Jiang Zhao sighed and refused to look up. On the chair in the corridor, the mother and son snuggled together. Jiang Zhao was so tall that he sat away from Qin Zhen. Then he leaned towards her and leaned in her arms for fear that his face would see the light outside, hide inside and cry.

Qin Zhen listened to Jiang Zhao and tried not to interrupt him. "Girl's house, it's not good to be dull, but it's better to be precise."

Jiang Zhaochang took a breath, and the voice of the urn was confused and unwilling, "but sister Zhen, where can she be better than me? She has never won me and lost to me every time. When she wants to calculate me, I can guess, hey... I regret not letting her succeed now... She must have no sense of achievement. When she wakes up, I'll let her calculate me and let her win several times. Have fun... She's still young. "

Qin Zhen just nodded, "well, you're a man. It's right to let her go."

Jiang Laiqing sat opposite, watching his ex-wife holding his son. His son was crying in his ex-wife's arms, and his ex-wife holding his son was crying.

And he

Jiang Laiqing stood up, paced in front of Qin Zhen, then sat down next to Qin Zhen, stretched out his arm and hugged his son and ex-wife in his arms.

Qin Zhen trembled and suddenly turned her head. She looked at Jiang Laiqing. He put his forehead on her forehead and face, and said softly, "I should let you, I should."

Qin Zhen trembled at the tip of her heart, hurriedly lowered her head, put her face on Jiang Zhao's head, and hugged Jiang Zhao more tightly

The operation took a long and endless time. Jiang Zhao closed his eyes and was the bag of plasma, shaking in front of him

Qin Feiyan looked at his watch with his wrist raised. The time is so fast

Whose time passes quickly, operation room's own...

The surgeons are the best surgeons in the military region hospital. Jiang Laiqing took Qin Zhen's arm is still long, so he patted Jiang Zhao's back in Qin Zhen's arms. "Zhaozhao, these doctors are very good. You should trust your father."

"Yes." Jiang Zhao replied faintly.

Ye Er's last words, he clearly remembers, and now he begins to recall the way she spoke at that time. They all feel funny. This woman is only 20 years old. She actually plays such tricks with him. Her actions, in the case of unclear love and hate, she would think and be jealous. But later, he could see her confused ideas at a glance.

She can never count on him. She has always been a loser in front of him.

The one who falls in love first loses

Who remembers when it was said.

Who really knows who lost.

Obviously, some people are willing to gamble and refuse to admit defeat. Obviously, some people have lost at the starting line from the beginning, but they never dare to admit it.

Is it so terrible to lose that word?

What does it matter if you lose?

What she won was her whole heart, and what she lost was just a word of "lose".

She said she wouldn't love him if she didn't love him?

She didn't love how he could protect him when his father's whip came down, even if he betrayed her.