Sir Ares,Goodnight!

The door of the ward suddenly creaks intermittently, just like a constipated person pulling the stink, with a sense of stagnation.

Zhan hanjue frowned in displeasure. This anxious mood becomes more restless.

Cold eyes impatiently turned to the ward door, saw a finger wide crack in the creak in the door with a slow speed.

It took a long time for that door to crack.

Zhan hanjue's mood was tormented by the intermittent squeaking sound, and almost collapsed.

He strongly suppressed his anger and waited patiently for the man who opened the door.

Let him know who tortured him so much, and he will show her.

At this time, on the edge of the door suddenly caught off guard with a hand, wearing the hospital's white rubber gloves, look at that hand small appearance, clearly is a girl.

Zhan hanjue almost immediately identified himself as a nurse.

Eyes moved to the ceiling, thin and more clear outline of the three-dimensional face of the emergence of Yu Kui expression.

Yan Zhengling walked in from the crack of the door. He saw Zhan hanjue lying on the hospital bed with his hands on the back of his head. His eyes were sharper than eagles, and he was staring at the ceiling with impatience.

I've never seen a weak patient so sharp.

Yan Zhengling added a little bit of timidity, almost moved to the bedside step by step, inspired himself for a long time, and then he had the courage to say the first sentence: "general... Cut, I can't afford... There's something wrong with the hospital's network system... I can't go through the discharge procedures for the time being."

Yan Zhengling wants to cut off his tongue with a knife. NIMA, this excuse is too bad.

Zhan hanjue heard the stuttering voice, which was deliberately camouflaged with a familiar sound quality that he missed day and night.

That pair of eyes of Yin Ji ice cold, faint of transfer to Yan Zheng Ling body.

Yan Zhengling lowered his head, lowered his long eyelashes, put his hands in front of his abdomen, and his fingers intertwined.

The eyes of the cold Prince were fixed on her face, even though the mask was covering up most of the face. But the eyes outside the mask, the long eyeliner, the curly eyelash, the black pupil of shining stone, and the eyebrow shape of the willow leaf as far away as possible, he recognized it even if it was turned into ash.

It's his Yan Zhengling!

That forever beautiful and delicate, laughing heartlessly, chasing him and shouting "brother" villain ah!

It was the most beautiful scenery in his memory.

That's what he believed in striving for all his life.

It's the only treasure he's ever had in mind.

But

She has been disfigured!

Zhan hanjue's eyes swept every inch of her face, bright as cream and jade porcelain.

At once the heart of the storm.

How many times do you have to take a knife to transform into Nirvana?

And this is the basic procedure of trauma for her immune function.

Zhan hanjue has almost guessed how she came over these two years.

No wonder I don't want to contact him!

Because she also knew that she had embarked on a road of no return. The future is uncertain! She was in pain, she was at a loss, she was confused about the future.

I don't know how many times I cried secretly!

On the contrary, his heart is colder than ice lake!

"Go away!" Lips and teeth gently open, low magnetic voice with the sky of anger.