V2.Chapter 35

Wang fan is in a trance. His consciousness is getting more and more blurred, and the scene in front of him is becoming more and more like an illusory world. He tries his best to climb out of the pool, only to find that his legs are unconscious, and there seems to be a pair of big hands pulling him down.

"Wang Fan?"

A woman's voice called his name. Wang Fan raised his head and waved his arm with the remaining strength, hoping to let people see him sinking.

"Putong"

At the moment when the sound of entering the water sounded, Wang Fan only saw a woman's figure, then his eyes became black and he lost his last consciousness.

The unconscious Wang Fan felt that his feet were stepping on the clouds. Although it was soft, he walked slowly. It was like walking on a somersault cloud. The wind was whistling in his ears, as if there were ten thousand ghosts crying behind him.

"Laozi is the Bodhisattva of Tibet. You can't hurt me!"

Stepping on the clouds flying Wang Fan smiles and mumbles to himself to cheer him up. The cold of his body still makes him feel unable to lift his strength, but the feeling of suffocation in his chest is much better than before.

The somersault cloud under his feet took him all the way. Unconsciously, he came to the flame mountain. The burning air hit his face. Wang Fan felt that there was a fire in his throat. The beany sweat on his head just squeezed out of his skin and was evaporated by the hot air.

"Hey! Wang Fan

Not far away, a woman called Wang Fan's name, holding a green fan in her hand, but wearing a red dress.

"Wang Yue?"

Although I can't see the woman's appearance clearly, the familiar red dress made Wang Fan blurt out Wang Yue's name.

Wearing a red dress, Wang Yue walks to Wang Fan step by step. The fan in her hand moves gently, and the cool wind blows to Wang Fan.

"How cool! Wang Yue, your fan can't be a banana fan. Are you here to help me cross the flame mountain? " The cool wind makes Wang Fan feel more relaxed. The appearance of Wang Yue makes him feel better, and his words are not right.

About to walk to Wang Fan's side, Wang Yue stopped, just with the fan in his hand, continued to fan for Wang Fan. The wind from the fan turned into a stream of water, washing on Wang Fan's dry skin.

"How cool! Ha ha

With the scouring of the water column, Wang Fan's body feels more relaxed. He shouts happily and looks at Wang Yue with more tenderness.

Facing the water column to Wang Yue, Wang Fan stretched out his arms and held her tightly in his arms. With his lips close to her ear, he said softly, "I knew you wouldn't leave me, would you?"

Wang Fan's words are very weak, just like a helpless child, asking for care from others.

Wang Yue, who was held by Wang Fan in her arms, moved and asked Wang Fan softly, "Wang Fan, do you really love her?"

"Wang Yue, listen to me. She and I are not what you think." Hearing Wang Yue's question, Wang Fan explained to her in a hurry.

Looking at Wang Yue's eyes, Wang Fan really wanted to tell her that she was the only one in his heart, but he couldn't say anything.

"Then you love her, too?" Wang Yue's face was lost for a while, and her beautiful big eyes lost their luster in an instant. Her face, which was still shy just now, was now covered with a layer of lost expression.

"No, I only love you!"

Wang Fan said to Wang Yue, but after the words came out of his mouth, they turned into a burst of smoke, which drifted away with the wind in front of Wang Fan.

The lost Wang Yue breaks away from Wang Fan's arms, lowers her head, turns around and walks in the same direction as before. The sad figure makes people feel sad.

"Wang Yue! I love you! I really love you

Wang Fan, who couldn't make a sound in his mouth, yelled loudly. His feet were like roots on the ground. He had no way to stop Wang Yue, who had already gone away.

After all, the emotional words just turned into smoke, and did not spread to Wang Yue's ears at all. Wang Fan felt that the whole world had abandoned him, and he was the most pitiful person in the world.

"I'm sorry!"

Tears across Wang Fan's cheek, he looked at the figure has become a red dot, helpless to say the most reluctant words.

A stabbing pain came from his shoulder. Wang Fan turned to look behind him, but saw Jiang Xiaonian in a white coat, pulling his flesh and blood on his shoulder with a pair of sharp tongs.

"Wang Fan, I'm here to save you!" Jiang Xiaonian said to Wang Fan with a bad smile, and the pliers on his hand added a bit of strength.

The pain made Wang Fan sweat. In the face of a man like Jiang Xiaonian, Wang Fan would not believe that he was kind enough to save himself.

Just at the moment when Jiang Xiaonian once again pulled his flesh and blood, Wang fanmeng turned around, stretched out a pair of big hands and pinched Jiang Xiaonian's neck.

His hands were as smooth as silk, which made him feel familiar as if he had just touched the delicate skin not long ago.

"Pa"

The clear slap in the face sounded, and the dizzy Wang Fan was instantly sober.

In the eye is Miao Qing's face, and her white neck and shoulders. Wang Fan's hands are on Miao Qing's neck now, but they haven't pinched her throat.

"Can't you be a little bit more honest!"

Miao Qing with hemostatic forceps in her hand stares at Wang Fan, who is confused and forced.

"Where am I?" Miao Qing was fierce for a moment did not respond, Wang Fan looked around the environment.

White walls and simple lamps, in addition to a double bed, there is only a shabby wardrobe in the room. Even so, the narrow room is full.

The hemostatic forceps in his hand clamped the blood vessels around the wound. Miao Qing sewed up the wound for him and said to Wang Fan: "this is my nest."

"How did you find me?" Brain gradually sober Wang Fan eyes back, looking at is frowning Miao Qing asked.

After the last knot, Miao Qing cut the thread and threw the bloody medical equipment into the garbage can. Looking at Wang Fan lying in front of him, he said, "Wang Yue asked me to save you!"

"Really?" Wang Fan lying on his back asked excitedly.

"Zhenima's annoying Miao Qing raised her hand to hit Wang Fan's wound. Looking at his grinning face, she scolded: "touching my mother's chest, I've been shouting Wang Yue's name. Do you believe I cut your bird?"

Looking at Miao Qing's ferocious appearance and the two blood fingerprints on her chest, Wang Fan said awkwardly, "pinch it, or I'll rub it for you?"

"Grass! For a man like you, there are still women who love you! God is blind Miao qingchong stands up with his middle finger upright and swearing. He grabs the cigarette box at the end of the bed and draws out a cigarette to light it.