From Sidekick to Bigshot

At this time, Jian Yuncheng in the room noticed Jian Yiling at the door of the ward. He got up and walked quickly to the door.

　　 Jian Yuncheng is more than 1.8 meters tall. The fifteen-year-old Jian Yiling looks extraordinarily thin in front of him. Her head has just reached his chest.

　　 Jian Yiling wore a simple white sweater. Her white face looked like a fluffy little white rabbit. It was a pity that she was only on the outside, and her heart inside was probably blackened.

　　 "Go in and apologize."

　　 Simple command tone, decisive that no one can resist.

　　 "He will get angry."

　　 Jian Yiling's voice sounded a little immature, and Jian Yiling didn't want to say that the voice was so soft, but this body is only fifteen years old, that's the voice.

　　 At the same time, Jian Yiling spoke very slowly, almost uttering word by word, because the communication with relatives was too strange for Jian Yiling.

　　 "I know he will be angry now? Have you thought about it before doing this? The anger and excitement are still small!" Jian Yuncheng's eyes flushed, and his body exuded a terrifying aura.

　　 "I am not, I am afraid he will be angry and blame," Jian Yiling explained, "I think he is excited and his opponent is not good."

　　 This hand she intends to cure it, she can't ruin it any more before that, and it might really not be saved anymore.

　　 "When did you become so stuttered? Afraid?" Jian Yuncheng asked.

　　 Jian Yiling's natural voice, coupled with the slow stumbling way of speaking, made Jian Yuncheng mistakenly believe that Jian Yiling was afraid of timidity.

　　 Jian Yiling did not explain. She was not afraid. She was just not good at communicating with her "family". In her previous life, she saw her parents once every year, and she couldn't say ten words after each meeting.

　　 Since she was sensible, she has lived in the research institute. She spends most of her time in the laboratory. She has more discussions at work and rarely communicates with others in life.

Jian Yuncheng coldly warned Jian Yiling: "I don't care whether you are afraid or really worried about Xiao Nao's emotions. You must work hard to get Xiao Nao's forgiveness in this matter. If Xiao Nao does not forgive you, then I will not forgive you either. "

　　 Jian Yuncheng is a person who is unique. He will definitely do it if he says so. Even Jian Shuqian and warmth cannot influence his decision.

　　 Jian Yiling nodded.

　　 "Apologize now." Jian Yuncheng still insisted that Jian Yiling go and apologize to Jian Yunnao, "I will look at his injured right hand."

　　 Jian Yiling then walked into the ward.

　　 Jian Yunnao on the hospital bed became angry when he saw Jian Yiling. If Jian Yuncheng next to him hadn't held him down early in the morning, he would jump up.

　　 "Jian Yiling! Are you satisfied now?! I'm disabled! I won't be able to play the piano in my whole life! My life is ruined! Are you happy?!" Jian Yunnao shouted loudly and yelled angrily.

　　 Jian Yiling did not escape, standing still, accepting his anger.

　　 Seeing Jian Yiling's calm look, Jian Yunnao's anger did not diminish at all.

　　 Lost the most important hands, Jian Yunnao was enveloped in a cloud of clouds.

　　His life, his pride, and his dreams are all ruined!

　　 And the source of all this started with Jian Yiling pulling him into a fight.

　　He is angry, he is sad, he hates her!

　　 Jian Yunnao used his uninjured left hand to grab the lunch box next to him and slammed it down on Jian Yiling's head.