Chapter 139

Wei Zhenhui thought it was a nurse who came in for ward rounds, but he didn't look up. His focused attention continued to stop on the book.

In the backlight, Su Mian only saw that his facial features were more resolute, darker and thinner. Most of his body could not move and was completely supported by the right side.

The site as like as two peas.

When he found something wrong, the figure at the door had come running quickly and jumped on him.

"Wei Zhenhui, why are you still hurt?" Su Mian had lost her composure for a long time. She lay down on him and cried.

Wei Zhenhui lost his book and looked at the girl crying like a flower cat in his arms. His depressed mood in the hospital was swept away, and his left hand hanging in the air was gently placed on her head.

He didn't coax the girl. He didn't know what to say at this time.

Fortunately, Su Mian cried for a while and finally looked up. "Why don't you wear bulletproof vests? Do you know what I should do if you die?" Su Mian said and slapped him on the chest.

Wei Zhenhui frowned and stretched his sword, and grabbed her restless little hand with his left hand. "Su Mian, it's urgent. Wu Feng is a striker. If I don't give him his bulletproof vest, it's him who died. You don't know, after that, they took more than 10 bullets from his bulletproof vest, all of which were in the critical parts. Su Mian, we saved Wu Feng's life." Wei Zhenhui said the truth, that kind of situation, If Wu Feng didn't have a bulletproof vest, I'm afraid he would never come back.

Is that so?

Su Mian did not see Wu Feng in her previous life. Did Wu Feng die in this battle. It's right to think so. With his relationship with Wei Zhenhui, Su Mian can't have never seen him if he was alive.

In his previous life, Wei Zhenhui's instructor was really another person.

Su Mian felt better when she could save Wu Feng.

"How's your wound? Does it hurt?" Su Mian asked with concern, pulling him to see the wound.

Wei Zhenhui smiled at the corners of his lips, hooked his left hand, and hugged Su Mian in his arms. "It doesn't hurt to see his daughter-in-law!"

Su Mian was amused by him. He couldn't see a serious person on the surface. It turned out that he was so rude behind his back. "Hum, if I dare to get hurt again in the future, I won't come to see you!" Su Mian was still angry that Wei Zhenhui didn't cherish his life.

"I haven't asked you how did you come here? Do you know I was injured?" Wei Zhenhui was a soldier and observed carefully. He didn't think Su Mian happened to come to see him. Now his studies are so tense, and this week should be the day to go home on vacation.

Su Mian drew a circle on his chest with her fingers. "I can't hide anything from you. I can see that you wrote with your left hand! You wrote people's names so ugly!"

This is abandoned!

Wei Zhenhui was amused by her wronged appearance and smiled stiffly. This smile affected the wound, "cough!"

Su Mian stood up nervously, worried in her big clear eyes, "what's the matter? What's wrong? Did I meet you?"

Wei Zhenhui was in a happy mood, but he didn't show it on his face. He covered his wound and pretended to be uncomfortable, "daughter-in-law, I hurt!"

"What should I do?" Su Mian was at a loss. Although she was a doctor, the wound pain was a normal physiological reaction.

Wei Zhenhui came over, pulled Su Mian, quickly held the tip of her ear, "why don't you kiss me!" after that, he saw Su Mian stiff and didn't move, but also stretched out his tongue and swept her ear again.