Chapter 2390

Name:Scandal Supermodel Author:Xi Mian
The secretary was startled and rushed in.

Originally, he was still in doubt, afraid that something had happened to him, had been harmed or what. But when he smelled the alcohol, he lost his guard and shook his head and sighed.

In a hurry, ye Jingyan was carried to the car and brought back to his home.

Probably, what kind of injury is it.

Accompany the beloved woman to drink, is probably drunk, after that, was driven out? He was so drunk that he fainted

The plot is very smooth.

The Secretary reverie finished, let the doctor come to give a little wake-up wine medicine, see he did not have the appearance of alcoholism, was relieved.

But not in the dream.

He dreamed that the leaves were clear.

is as like as two peas of the face, but with tears of sorrow and embarrassed faces.

Unable to speak, she curled up in a tattered hospital bed in the mountains.

The skin has been gradually dry and black, the face is all dirty, it seems that there was no once that beautiful appearance. Ye Jingyan in the dream is not disgusted at all, but crazy to chase forward, want to go to get closer to her.

But no matter how they run, how hard, their distance is still so far.

Suddenly, sunny seemed to open her eyes.

Then I looked in his direction.

Ye Jingyan's body suddenly settled down. He felt that his whole body was cold and tight, and a numbness came from his back.

That pair of eyes, empty, as if forget everything.

It's like a dead-alive person.

But with tears in the eyes, and as if with disappointment, with fatigue.

In this way, straight into Ye Jingyan's heart.

He felt very heavy and heavy, as if he were going to sink into the mire. He stretched out his hand to touch her face, but all of a sudden, he jumped far and far away.

Ye Qingqing's figure is gone.

……

Ye Jingyan had a good sleep for 24 hours.

When I wake up, it's still late at night.

But the door was empty, not even the doctor.

"Somebody..." His voice was hoarse, his headache was about to crack, his body had no strength, and the voice that he tried his best to open his mouth was weak.

Four weeks later, no one responded.

Empty and quiet.

The lamp at the head of the bed went out, and it was dark.

He rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to support himself to light the light.

The glare of the light kept him away from the light.

Take out the mobile phone, but see countless missed calls.

Ye Jingyan was a little stunned. After a long time, he came back to the bed under the wall and poured a cup of cold water.

As he drank, he looked through his information records to see who had called him and sent him messages.

Looking at it, his hand suddenly froze.

The water cup in my hand fell to the ground uncontrollably.

"Hua La --" the sound of broken porcelain, for the whole night of tranquility, painted the end of the symbol.

The sound of heartbeat, suddenly become very close, as if ring in the ear.

"Dong Dong Dong Dong "Dong Dong..."

There was a pain in the back of his head. He held his temple with his hand, and his face suddenly turned pale.

That text message, word by word, like a knife after knife, stabbed into his heart, bringing a burst of pain.

Mr. Huo, where are you!

-- Holtz group It's sealed up!