He pushed Yan Zheng aside and ran straight up the stairs like entering his own door.
Yan Zheng wants to stop him. His mother shakes her head and says, "let him go. Your sister's illness is a heart disease. She needs heart medicine. He's the antidote to your sister. "
Yan Zheng stamped his feet in anger, "what antidote? I think he's poison. "
Upstairs.
Han Jue came to Zheng Ling's bedroom and pushed open the door of the bedroom in fear.
Zheng Ling curled up on the bed, a head of dark and bright hair scattered on the white face, her face is more thin, her face is more pale.
She has a pair of beautiful glass black pupil, deep set eyes, looks very haggard. His eyes were slack, but he was gloomy.
After entering the house, he closed the door gently.
And then the feet gently moved to the head of the bed.
Gently kneel on the ground, lying on the bed, looking at Zheng Ling that beautiful face. I can't help but tears. Remember the website m.luoqiuzw.com
this is his favorite girl since childhood!
In this life, he did not have any majestic volunteer, only one, to make money, let her live carefree.
But in the end, the person who hurt her the most is himself.
He held out his hand, and his long, beautiful fingers passed through her black hair and fell on her fair face.
Zheng Ling shrank, as if sensing his touch, but no greater response.
"Zheng Ling, brother Jue will take you home. How about that? " Warlord whispered softly.
Yan Zhengling's long eyelashes drooped slightly, which was a response to him.
"Zheng Ling, I know I'm wrong. You should get better soon, so that you can have the strength to scold me and hit me, so as to calm you down. "
The voice of Zhan hanjue, gentle as the warm wind in spring, blows into people's heart one after another, making Yan Zhengling feel particularly warm.
She was not angry with him. She just hated her body. If you are not careful, you will become unable to take care of yourself. She should not become a burden to him.
At the moment, Zheng Ling is wrapped up in inferiority, and she can't see her future.
Warlord looked at Zheng Ling and saw that her lips were not dry. He took out the hand that had passed through her black hair. He thought of getting up and pouring some water for her.
Who knows, Zheng Ling suddenly took his hand, with a frivolous force, reluctant to leave him.
In the heart of Zheng Ling, staying by his side is the most secure.
Zhan hanjue was slightly stunned...
in his handsome eyes, he seemed to suddenly open peach blossoms all over the mountains and fields. With a smile in his eyes, he attached his sexy lips to her ears and said softly, "I'll pour you water."
As he left, he bit her earlobe gently.
Yan Zhengling's heart beat faster with shame.
Zhan hanjue poured her boiling water, tried the temperature, picked her up, and fed it spoonful by spoon.
When she finished drinking water, Zhan hanjue directly wrapped her up with white crystal velvet sheet and gently held her up, "Zheng Ling, go home with brother Jue."
Zheng Ling's hands naturally circled his neck.
Open the bedroom door, Yan Zhengzheng embarrassed paste on the door.
Zhan hanjue Jun's face was suddenly black, and he was staring at him.
"I'm afraid you will make my sister sad again, so I have to supervise you."
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