Dear Mr. Shi

However, she did not leave, but was outside the hospital, waiting for Shi Annuo.

Finally when the sun rose the next day, Shi Annuo walked out of the hospital and saw Wen Zhaozhao waiting outside. His face instantly became cold: "Why are you still here? You shouldn't go home anymore. ?"

"I'm waiting for you!" Wen Zhaozhao said softly.

After hearing these simple words, Shi Annuo felt that his heart suddenly throbbed, and his eyes and nose were extremely sore.

Shi Annuo subconsciously made a quick hook, and then firmly held Wen Zhaozhao in his arms, "Go home!"

The bodies of the two of them fit tightly together, the warm and familiar smell lingers on the tips of their noses, Wen Zhaozhao withdraws in his arms a little greedily: "Is she okay?"

"Yeah!" Shi Annuo faintly replied, unwilling to say more, not wanting to think about Wen Zhaozhao, but took Wen Zhaozhao to build a car, and then went home.

Song Qinghuan and Shi Annuo left one after another, and the ward became quiet. Han Qianqian has been alone since her father passed away. Except for Song Qinghuan and the others, she has no friends, so if she is injured at the moment, no one will come to see her.

The door was gently pushed open, and a tall and slender body slowly stepped forward, elegant and calm.

When Han Qianqian saw him, she was slightly startled, and then she turned her head away, as if she was saying: Han Yinqian, are you here to see me making a joke?

Han Yinqian looked at her makeup, pale, looking thin and helpless, with a needle in her arm, and Han Qianqian, who could clearly see the blue blood vessels, couldn't help but think of her often red, charming, beautiful and enchanting look.

It seems that this time, the injury is really serious.

"I will help you look at Han when you are in the hospital." Han Yinqian said lightly before turning around, as if he wanted to leave.

Han Qianqian looked at his back and said in a faint voice: "If you really want to... for your mother... atonement, if you really want to... make up for me, then... help me with another thing."

Han Yinqian squinted his eyes into a line, looked back at her, squinted slightly, but a faintly enchanting blackness appeared, his expression was unfathomable and evil.

Han Qianqian moved her fingers weakly, no longer looking at Han Yinqian, but looking straight at the ceiling, as if she was reminiscing something, and said very softly: "I want Anno, you... if you really want to help me, just let Anno returned to me..."

Han Yinqian's narrow and deep eyes picked up, and then he curled his lips sarcastically: "You are really interesting. What do you want me to do for my mother? Chasing men? If you like women, then I can help my mother. Help you, man, I haven't chased it yet, it seems that I can't help..."

When he answered, he would add "for my mother", indicating that he had no sibling relationship with her Han Qianqian, and didn't want Han Qianqian to feel that he wanted to help him, so lonely and arrogant, just wanted to make Han Qianqian feel that he would help her. It's because of his mother.

After saying a few words, Han Qianqian's breathing was a little difficult.

She took a shallow breath, and then said: "An Nuo... still loves me, I can feel that he cares about me only because... that woman, if she did not have her, An Nuo... would definitely return. Come around..."

Immediately, she looked at Han Yinqian and said meaningfully: "Han...Yinqian, I know...you have many women, no matter what...women, as long as you...want, it seems that there is no one... Can escape the palm of your hand!"