"Awake?" There was no emotion in his voice.

Yan Zhengling asked weakly, "how can I be here? By the way, what about the Impatiens? "

"She's back in the capital. You're injured. You need to take good care of yourself. "

By Han Jue such a reminder, Yan Zhengling remembered that day happened in the mountain villa.

She was kidnapped by Yu Chengqian. He came to save the impatiens. She happily ran to see him. He didn't care about her, but complained about her bad impatiens.

She was really upset.

Yan Zhengling looked at the familiar room, and soon she recognized that it was the calendar garden.

"Why am I here?" She looked at him sideways.

There is a faint hope in my eyes. I wish he could say something about her.

But he said, "the Impatiens have entrusted me to save you."

Yan Zhengling's Starlight was dim in an instant.

Weak sigh, suddenly bitter self mockery smile.

When are you going to be sentimental?

"Hanjue." Outside, Zhan hanjue's girlfriend stood at the door, holding a fruit platter in her hand. "This is your favorite Chilean blueberry. I specially sent it back. Do you want to try it? "

Han Jue said to Yan Zhengling, "have a good rest." And then turn around and go out.

"I hear you haven't had a good rest lately?" The woman was coquettish to the warlord.

"I've been busy with my work recently." Said the warlord.

Listening to their intimate greetings, Yan Zhengling felt cold.

She looked at the infusion bag at the head of the bed, and the drug name on it was not what she could understand. She suddenly pulled out the needle.

She slowly got up, head heavy, weak body.

But she didn't want to stay in this place, which clearly carries her many beautiful memories. But now it's up to him and other women to show their love. She just feels like she's suffocating.

She landed on her feet and had just taken a few steps when she suddenly fell to the ground with a thump.

Outside, Baron Zhan's back stiffened when he heard the huge voice coming from behind. When he regained consciousness, he almost immediately turned his wheelchair and walked towards the ward.

Push open the door of the ward, see Zheng Ling struggling to stand up, a white face without a bit of blood, as white as a zombie.

"What are you doing?" He exclaimed.

Zheng Ling staggered to the outside, "disturb you for many days, I should go home. Thank you

She said it very politely, but it was the words that killed the cold Lord.

"You're not well. You can't go now." Said the warlord.

Yan Zhengling didn't answer him, but he walked out stubbornly.

Her body is like a floating butterfly with no strength at all. She was like stepping on cotton. When she passed him, she didn't dare to stay. She walked faster.

She managed to run to the door, as if to achieve a milestone victory, a grim smile. This relaxation, she suddenly coughed violently.

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