Ji Yunting went to the hospital.
His mental state is not very good recently. He is going to consult a doctor and have an examination.
If a Zhao were there, he would be angry because he didn't take good care of his body.
Ji's mother must accompany her son when she knows the news.
I met the doctor, answered a lot of questions, and then lined up with a check list to check
It's been a long morning.
The conclusion is: young people, should pay attention to the body, less stay up late, more exercise
When they were ready to go home, Ji's mother suddenly remembered one thing:
"by the way, Zhao Zhao is also in this hospital. Since we have come, we will go to see her."
When Ji Yunting heard the name, his heart jumped: "who?"
Ji's mother said, "Zhaozhao, the one who had an accident Ah
It's her.
Ji Yunting still remembers that she was sorry because of her experience.
He accompanied Ji's mother to buy a flower basket, and they went to the inpatient department.
The girl named Zhaozhao lives in a single ward. When they push the door into the room, there is no one in the room. She may have something to do with her family.
Ji Yunting takes a look at people.
The girl in the pillow has a clean and clever face, and her pale skin is very eye-catching against the black hair, which is almost transparent.
Ji's mother's phone rang suddenly.
She took a look at Ji Yunting, walked out of the ward and whispered something to the person across the phone in the corridor.
Ji Yunting looked around the ward for a week, and his eyes fell on the green rose on the windowsill.
I don't know how long it took.
“…… Ji Yunting? " A strange, faint voice rang in his ear.
Ji Yunting came back to God, and Ji's mother was still on the phone.
He subconsciously looks at the source of the sound.
The sleeping girl in the hospital bed, I don't know when, opened her eyes.
Her pupil is very black, I do not know why, Ji Yunting suddenly a little nervous.
A Zhao doesn't know what happened. She remembers that she was just watching the men's final. After a dark moment in front of her eyes, she seemed to have changed places.
Standing in front of a man who looked like the man, she subconsciously called out.
But the man didn't respond.
She asked carefully: "are you Ji Yunting?"
Where is this? Am I not in the game? ]
the familiar voice came into Ji Yunting's mind.
His body a shock, suddenly dead staring at the person in front of him.
The man seemed to be at a loss, and his eyes were looking around, strange.
Ji Yunting's mind suddenly came up with a very absurd guess.
But this guess seems to be rooted in the bottom of the dry heart, giving birth to unlimited hope.
Step by step, he approached the hospital bed.
A Zhao looks at the man in front of him.
It's a man.
"Didn't I ask you to come to you after I've played the final?" He said such a sentence without thinking.
Ah Zhao said, "I don't know what happened. I'm here when it's dark."
"By the way, where is this?"
The man didn't answer her.
He just half knelt in front of the hospital bed, low smile.
A Zhao is a little uneasy: "what's the matter?"
Ji Yunting shook his head and raised his head again. His eyes were filled with joy.
"Nothing. I'm happy."
"A Zhao..."
"Well?"
"Thank you."
A Zhao was at a loss
"And..."
Ji Yunting straightened up and leaned in the corner of her lips for a kiss.
"I love you."
[End]
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The next story is called "commander-in-chief, he's sick, just give me a meal]
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