His Long Love

Ji Wanzhou returned home to change clothes and pick up information files. During this period of time, he was in three places, which made him unable to remember where to put a lot of things.

Lao Hei quickly extracted the information about Feng Jiaren, but in fact what he knew was not the real antidote.

Laobai Laohua was sent for examination overnight, and finally came to the conclusion that it was a fake drug.

Coupled with Jiang Yanlin's pressure step by step, Ji Wanzhou can only think of his hands and feet.

So he decided to take the initiative to contact Jiang Yanlin.

"What do you say about my boat in the late season?" Jiang Yanlin looks as if he has a winning hand and his voice is steady. Nothing can affect him.

"Jiang Yanlin, I've considered the terms you said. We can meet and talk about the details." Season evening boat finger curl, tightly buckle in the palm of the hand, this just gnaws a tooth to finish this paragraph.

"Where is it?" Jiang Yanlin is on guard. Crafty people won't get hooked easily.

"You pick the place." Season evening boat saw the fish on the hook, a little relieved.

"Good afternoon, flowers." Jiang Yanlin said and hung up the phone.

"What a cunning old man." Ji Wanzhou couldn't help but scold.

Huajianju is a Japanese restaurant with many partitions and each private room is not big. It has been open for many years and is also famous in Jiangcheng. Jiang Yanlin chose to be in such a place. Even if he ambushed 20 people around him, he knew nothing about it. All of them were covered by screens.

Season evening boat clenched fist finally opened, palm full of blood stains.

He stood in front of the huge French window, looking at the busy traffic downstairs. After a moment, he took out his mobile phone and called Lao Hei, asking her to be ready and waiting in huajianju at three o'clock.

Having made all the arrangements, Ji Wanzhou looks at his watch. It's only a quarter past one now. Time is enough for him to go to the hospital for a while.

I don't know what's going on with Qingge.

Ji Wanzhou pressed the brow hard, the antidote should be found as soon as possible.

Hospitals.

Meng Qingge lies in bed bored. These days, the information outside has completely blocked her. She knows what Ji Wanzhou is doing, but it's not. What a great danger the things he is facing now will bring.

Looking at the watch, at 1:30, and then looking up to the door, sure enough,

"you're here." Qingge

with a smile, she looked at the door and said, "it's on time."

"Only this time of the day can I come and accompany you." Season evening boat can not help but climb in Meng Qingge's side, completely regardless of the body of that six figure suit, will fold out how many folds. He seems to be very tired, waving people into his arms, "Qingge, I miss you."

Meng Qingge is deeply distressed and talks softly in his ear.

Say something interesting that you know, and say what you see today is very good-looking. You should go and buy it when you are discharged from hospital. I have said a lot, but I don't mention what the future will be like.

She saw the season evening boat's face, deep write tired. String to the side, leaving half a person's position, hand patted afraid of the bed, "come on, rest for a while."

Ji Wanzhou looks at the smile on his wife's face. It's good not to participate in these contests.

He thought that he did not want this woman to get involved in his dispute any more, and even an absurd idea came out.

He wanted to tie the man to the house and not allow him to leave. Only he could see the beautiful little man himself.

However, he shook his head at random and gave up the idea. He knew that Qingge was from the bottom of his heart. He liked acting and script. He didn't want to break Qingge's dream for a role to come back.

Qingge see him come up, don't speak, put ten fingers on his head and fiddle with it.

Ji Wanzhou's hair is some hard, straight and straight in the scalp, feel some prick.

She suddenly remembered that if chemotherapy started, her hair would soon be gone. "I wonder if I end up with a big bald head, it would be ugly."

"No," Ji Wanzhou's head, buried in Meng Qingge's body, spoke in a stuffy voice, "if you become critical, I will also become bald. The two of us are bareheaded couples, those who don't wear hats. We envy them to death. "

Meng Qingge smiles.

In fact, Meng Qingge wants to know what he is busy with, but Ji Wanzhou doesn't want to reveal, which makes the originally beautiful atmosphere strange.

Meng Qingge was trapped in the ward. Ben Shi was very irritable. He couldn't understand how this person became so specialized and systematic.

"You're limiting my personal freedom. Believe it or not, I'll jump out of the window tomorrow." Meng Qingge simply clapped a palm on the head of the season evening boat, threatening to.

"Dare you." The bottom line of Ji Wanzhou is here. He can't watch Meng Qingge get hurt again. He can't stand it. This man is too ungrateful of himself, the grinding goblin.

Ji Wanzhou turns over and presses down, holding Meng Qingge's hands above his head with one hand pressed down. Her eyes are dim, as if to eat her, let Meng Qingge shiver, but bend this leg, never compromise.Ji Wanzhou saw his face, "scared? Don't make fun of your life, not even yourself. "

Knowing that it was Ji Wanzhou who was worried about his conscious body and body, Meng Qingge realized how much he had just said. But the idea really took root in her heart. He wants to go out and play.

"I see. Forgive me." Meng Qingge sighed, his temper smoothed a lot, and then he opened his mouth to his husband shunshun Mao.

"Forgive you, but you have to be sincere." Ji Wanzhou points to his mouth and points two times with his index finger.

Meng Qingge had no choice but to gather together intimately and offer the lip petals moved by cherry.

Ji Wanzhou did not respond, let Qingge take the initiative to provoke him. Meng Qingge knew what he was thinking, and gave him a look of shame. Ji Wanzhou seemed to have received a signal, and bent down to suppress Meng Qingge and kiss him fiercely for a while.

After a while, they stopped talking.

After a while, Qingsong fell asleep.

Ji Wanzhou got up and left a kiss on the head of Qingge. He turned to change clothes and went to the appointed place.

A lot of time was wasted in this hospital. When Ji Wanzhou arrived at huajianju, she was already half an hour late.

He had just walked in and was keenly aware that several groups of people waiting at the door locked their eyes on him for the first time. He looked back quietly. Only a few of them avoided their eyes after they looked at him.

This is not Jiang Yanlin's people, his people will not be so low-level means, so quickly exposed themselves.

Who would that be?