Chapter 522

In the quiet manor, there was a smell of disinfectant. The doctor was preparing to deliver nutrient solution to Tao Yaoyao. Feng Zhuo stood next to him. His face was cold and resolute as a knife, showing a deadly sharpness. The doctor got up, looked at Feng Zhuo and said, "she only fainted after being seriously stimulated... After losing glucose, do you want to add some tranquilizer to her? She didn't sleep well."“ No! " This kind of thing is not good for her health. He guessed that she should be worried about Yan Nuo, so he asked the doctor, "how's the other patient?"“ It's red. There are signs of threatened abortion. If you want to have children, you must pay close attention next. " As soon as the doctor's voice fell, Tao Yaoyao's sleeping face obviously relaxed. After sending the doctor away, Feng Zhuo sat down at the head of the bed and reached out to hold Tao Yaoyao's hand. Her little hand was soft and weak, as cold as snow, her face was pale, and her eyebrows frowned again. He gently rubbed her palm with his hand. "Your cousin and children are all right. You just see them. Why... Do you think of that time?"- Tao Yaoyao was really like Feng Zhuo thought. She was severely impacted before fainting. Her heart gradually sank into the abyss, severe pain and darkness. She seemed to be immersed in a long, long story. Memory is like a jigsaw puzzle, the last piece falls back to her mind, and then pieced together bit by bit in her dream like a story. The story seems beautiful and sad. She met Feng Zhuo at the age of 16. She thought he would be the one who drove Xiangyun to marry her lover. Thought he would be his own light, warm her and illuminate her. But she didn't think he was a fire. When she rushed over without hesitation, she got scalds and burns... She thought her only advantage was that she had a thick skin, so she lived in his house. She clearly agreed to help him look after the house, and finally became his guest. The longer she got along, the more she found herself liking him. But he has always been light to himself, and she was depressed. She took a small flower and picked the number of petals every day: "he likes me, he doesn't like me, he likes me, he doesn't like me..." it's not that she doesn't believe that he has no meaning for herself. She wanted to test him a little, to pose charming and shy to him, to look at him with pure and moving eyes, and asked him, "Mr. stuck, I think I like you a little. Do you like me a little?" But thick skinned and brave enough. Why can't you ask. She felt that he and she were people from two worlds. From her life to his life, it was like a hundred years away. When she thought that one day she would leave Sydney and never meet him again, she felt empty and suffocating in her chest. One day, she thought of a move to retreat. She said to him, "I've found a house. I'm moving out." If he is interested in himself, he should not let himself go. He drank the wine and smiled calmly. He was not surprised or shocked at all. She felt that she was in the way and wanted to find a hole in the ground. When he turned to leave, he asked her, "I didn't say anything. Why are you suddenly angry?" Ah? She quickly shook her head: "I'm not angry. I just don't think it's good to always trouble you."—— PS: the list of winners has been published in the comment area