Chapter 702

Staring at Shi Shi, I want to see through her heart. Through the thin bloody clothes, there is a perfect figure that makes men spit blood. As long as I like, I can even strip off all the disguises of Shi Shi Shi and hit her hard.

But he endured it.

Does it take strength to pursue Judy?

unwanted.

It's impossible.

Judy's identity in the Zhu family is much higher than that in the Wang family. Being able to intersect is Wang Quan's happiest thing. Poetry is Judy's substitute, the perfect substitute. At least when you see poetry, you won't think of Judy.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Quan said in a deep voice, "poetry, I don't have many opportunities. You should cherish them. After missing them, I won't pester you anymore."

Shi Shi's eyes lit up and subconsciously said, "really?" but after asking, he began to worry about whether he was too anxious and would annoy the other party.

Wang Quan was filled with hatred and anger.

Why, you pay so much, but you can't get a woman's heart?

Why, poetry is just an ordinary woman. Why can't you get her heart?

Wang Quan clenched his teeth, twisted his face and finally turned into a deep sigh. Of course, some things can't be forced, such as the love between men and women.

"You go."

Wang Quan waved his hand, smiled bitterly and motioned the dean to push him out.

The Dean looked at poetry more and thought that the girl was very good. At least she was not greedy for wealth and wealth and was not afraid of power. It's a pity to offend Wang Quan. Even if he doesn't care about it now, he will certainly hate it in the future.

Wang Quan left.

The operating room was quiet, except for the sound of the wind blowing the curtain.

Poetry sat on the stool, shrunk her shoulders and trembled constantly. After a narrow escape, I thought I would never see tomorrow's sun again, and my psychology almost collapsed.

Parents, brother, and that he

Poetry seems very lonely, lonely and sad.

The silence of the operating room is to write a quiet sadness.

Dusk yellow.

The setting sun floats over the hospital. Strands of golden sunshine shine into the operating room through the window, just like a rosy crown on your head. Poetry probes his breath and looks blankly out of the window. The sunset is the time to go home.

She got up and went down to the inpatient department.

The snack shops at the gate of the hospital are full of visitors, and there are thick cars in a row. Some black cars are waiting for the guests' door, waiting anxiously for fear of traffic police checking the car.

The entrance of a small hospital is like a shrinking society.

Poetry feels very strange and at a loss.

She wanted to take a taxi, but found that everyone looked at her with strange eyes. When she looked down, the blood on her clothes had not been wiped off, like a dead man coming out of the morgue.

And she has no money.

Just when he was out of money, a car stopped in front of him. The window opened and revealed a beautiful face. When Shi Shi saw the face of Chaosi's dream, he almost cried out and thought it was a dream.

"You..."

Shi Shi was so excited that her delicate body trembled. There was a violent reaction below. It seemed that Yang Ping's eyes with water would have a strong reaction in her heart. She wanted to be embraced by Yang Ping and severely ravaged by him.

Is this cheap?

Poetry can't help thinking of it, and then shy.

Yang Ping didn't care about Shi Shi's blushing cheeks. He thought he was frightened in the hospital. He smiled and said, "get in the car and I'll take you back."

Shishi bowed her head, um, and sat on the co pilot.

The car is not the two luxury cars that come to the cherry blossom club all day. It is a capital jeep. It has a lot of space and a high site. Sitting on it feels very down-to-earth. Compared with the two seat convertible, it gives people too much comfort.

Maybe it's because Yang Ping is nearby, maybe he smells his sunshine. The heart of poetry is like a deer bumping and beating violently.

"How did he know I was in the hospital? Did he come to save me?"

Think of here, poetry heart is more sweet, where is a coincidence, can meet, is also a kind of fate.

The reason why poetry is happy is very simple. Fantasy is also necessary. It's OK to be amorous. She was very glad that she didn't promise Wang Quan to go to the United States with him.

Seeing Yang Ping's side face driving seriously, all the suffering is worth it.

Life is good, thanks to you.

Poetry thought so.

Along the way, they didn't speak. Shi Shi was embarrassed to say, while Yang Ping was thinking about the previous things. When the knife stabbed Shi Shi's neck, Yang Ping actually saw it, but didn't show up.

He doesn't want to make things too complicated.

Shi Shi is just an ordinary girl. If she is involved with him, she may be retaliated by the Wang family. He wanted to leave, but seeing Shishi standing helpless at the door of the hospital, he couldn't help but come forward and drive her home.

It's not about love, it's just pity, that's all.

Back to the cherry blossom club, Shishi's good sister rushed out, hugged her and cried. When poetry was captured, they thought poetry was over, but they didn't expect to come back alive.

After crying for a long time, the good sisters found Yang Shao nearby, exclaimed and hurried to say hello.

Yang Ping smiled and said, "take good care of her. I'll go first."

After just two steps, Yang Ping remembered something, wrote a phone number, handed it to Shishi and said seriously, "if anyone harasses you again, or trouble the club, call me."

With that, Yang Ping turned and left.

Shishi took Yang Ping's number and covered her eyes with water mist. She stared at the door for a long time until the car completely disappeared from her sight.

"Our big beauty, do you like Yang Shao?"

A good sister joked, hugged the small waist of poetry and said with a smile: "I can't see that the vision of poetry was so high."

Shi Shi blushed and spat, "what nonsense are you talking about? Yang Shao and I just met by chance."

"By chance, I thought you were lovers. In that case, call me. I have a good figure and a large chest. If Yang has rarely seen it, I must like it. Hee hee..." my good sister wants to grab the number of poetry.

The poem was startled, quickly put it away and said angrily, "don't think!"

The good sisters laughed and pondered.

Shishi then reflected that she had been fooled by a good sister and said with a smile and scold: "good gourd mouth, you deceive me. I won't tear your mouth."

A group of little sisters went upstairs talking and laughing.

The cherry blossom club is being rebuilt, but they are not afraid at all. Instead, they are more relaxed than before.

When darkness comes, the light is in front of you.

Yang Ping left the cherry blossom club and returned to the medical museum. It was more than half an hour later. He walked into the Medical Museum, looked at the familiar tables, chairs and benches, and sighed in his heart.

It's time to leave Longcheng after dealing with the cherry club.

He simply cleaned up and took up his army green backpack. It was the backpack he took into Longcheng. It contained two sets of worn-out white clothes and a pair of shoes. As for the expensive suit given by Zhu Xi, he didn't intend to take it away.

The medical center is kept for the time being. Maybe you'll have a chance to come back in the future.

He wondered who would take care of the hospital?

When thinking, the phone in my pocket rings. At first glance, it was Zhu Xi's number. Yang Ping hesitated to get through. His feelings for Zhu Xi were very special, perhaps the most special one.

Zhu Xi is a good girl, but she has a great temper, is impulsive and doesn't give face at all.

She did not consider her dignity as a man.

However, it is precisely because of this true nature that Yang Ping is reluctant to give up.

Will a man cherish a submissive woman?

He didn't answer the phone.

Since you choose to leave, don't worry.

With his schoolbag on his back, he closed the door, glanced at the hospital and showed his reluctant eyes.

Old friend, I'm leaving.

I hope there's still a chance to meet.

After Zhu Xi couldn't get through, she didn't call again. Yang Ping took out another phone and directly dialed the top military officer.

The telephone rang a few times, and there came a heavy voice like a mountain.

"Dragon soul, is that you?"

The supreme leader is always as dignified as a mountain, but it can be heard that his voice is a little excited and uneasy. For the whole of China, only Yang Ping, the only soldier who has won the dragon soul Merit Medal, can make the supreme leader so excited.

Yang Ping stood at attention and said in a loud voice, "chief, the dragon soul chooses to return!"

There was silence.

After a long time, the chief laughed and said in a deep voice, "OK."