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Ou Lanxin looked at Jane Ruoyu's pale face in a coma and sighed: "if so, you should wake up and stop torturing Nangong Ao. If you've ever seen him crazy for you, you won't believe it's him. Three years ago, his whole body was wrapped into zongzi. But he woke up without asking how he was. It's all about you. "

"At that time, all our friends were afraid that something would happen to him. They were afraid that he could not bear the pain of losing you and go with you. I had a skeptical attitude towards love. It was Nangong Ao's love for you that made me believe in love. If, he really loves you, without you, he can't live. You can't bear to torture him again, can you? So, wake up. " Thinking of Nangong Ao's madness three years ago, I'm still in a state of apprehension.

Jane Ruoyu on the hospital bed seemed to hear her words, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Ou Lanxin jumped up excitedly. Surprise flowed in her eyes. She danced but lost her language. She didn't know how to express her joy in her heart.

Nangong Ao, who really went to wash his face, shaved and changed into a clean dress, heard the strange cry of Ou Lanxin at the door.

A heart hanging high, fear like a moment of wild Teng man will her whole person tightly strangled. The whole person, like an arrow from the string, rushes up and pushes away Ou Lanxin, who blocks his sight.

At this moment, he lost the so-called gentlemanly demeanor, and did not care if ou Lanxin would fall down. In his world, only Jane Ruoyu, only she!

Nangong Ao is very strong in panic. Ou Lanxin retreats several steps, but before she can stabilize her body, she is asked to close her eyes and prepare to accept the fate of intimate contact with the wall. A powerful arm supports her in time.

Comfortable temperature, man's breath, Ou Lanxin slowly opened her eyes, falling into the eye is a young, handsome but calm and restrained face.

The deep facial features are three-dimensional and domineering, with a king's breath of a few minutes in high position. A sense of deja vu came to her mind, and she soon remembered who he was.

"Thank you, your majesty," he said with a polite and distant smile

"Miss ou, it's very kind of you. You're not from S. you don't have to call me that. You are a friend of if, that is, my friend. You may call me Aji Murong has no airs at all, although he has completed all the rituals after quelling the rebellion of well dust.

He is the current king of S.

"Ha ha..." Ou Lanxin smiles awkwardly. What an approachable king. Er, ah Ji's name is really close to the people, but she is a grass-roots person and has no power.

Although he is not a native of S, he is not in charge of him, but he knows the minimum courtesy and respect.

If her eyes do not move to Nanyu's body, her eyes will not be moved to her body.

When he saw the blinking of his long eyelashes, his heart couldn't help but jump. The whole person is in extreme tension and excitement, as if there are countless strange hands stirring his heart.

Peach blossom eyes overflow a little bright, flashing the light of hope.

Hold Jane Ruoyu's hand tightly and wrap it in his palm, as if to transfer all the energy in her body to her. Thin lip murmured for a long time before sending out the voice of almost dreaminess: "if if, if if..."

He held the finger gently moved, Nangong Ao a heart hanging in the air, not up and down. Every gift is a pain to him.

Hearing Nangong Ao's subtle whisper, Ou Lanxin is like a dream. Quickly from Murong Jihuai, straight up, suddenly pulled up the volume: "doctor, doctor, come on, the patient seems to wake up..."

In a panic, she forgot to call all the way to the ward. It is in sharp contrast to her gentle and soft image of Jiangnan women.

Seeing Ou Lanxin stumbling all the way, Murong shook his head with a sigh and ran after him. It happened that the high-heeled shoes she was wearing collapsed to the side because of running, and the whole person showed a highly difficult independent appearance.

"Ah, ah, ah..." The shrill cry seems to have happened a homicide, Murong Ji helped her in time, once again the hero saved the United States successfully. In his generous but warm arms, Ou Lanxin blushed to her ears. She did not know whether she was ashamed, angry or angry?

"Miss ou, are you ok? Let me help you to the bench He bowed his head and his face almost touched her. Warm breathing with a special charm to attack her, Ou Lanxin actually seems to be evil, numb.

Seeing that she had no objection, Murong then helped her to stand up. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she cried out from her mouth and couldn't help but overflow, driving away all the beautiful thoughts in her mind.

"It's so painful, wheezing, painful..." Despite the image of a lady, Murong couldn't help but pick her up, put her on the bench, and then squatted down to help her take off her shoes.

This action startles Ou Lanxin even to lose the ability to react. My God, his movements are more fluent, right? Moreover, he is the king of a country. How can he squat down in front of an ordinary woman and help her take off her shoes regardless of her identity?Compared with Ou Lanxin's shock, murongji did not feel embarrassed or inappropriate. Carefully lifted her slender flat feet, without silk stockings, but perfect as sculpture.

As white as jade, each toe is particularly cute, so people can't help but want to kiss.

Murong was stunned by his own thoughts for a moment, and then moved more gently. His fingers pressed her feet, like water and tenderly asked, "does it hurt here? And here? "

Ou Lanxin has been completely petrified, and her dull eyes can't help but burst out red stars. Xiaguang sky, shy astringent, less powerful woman's domineering, a little more pure girl's love.

Surrounded by Murong's gentle eyes, she couldn't speak, only shook her head again and again.

She didn't wake up from her dream until there was a sharp pain in her ankle

"Is it here?" In order to determine the position, Murong then pressed again. Ou Lanxin couldn't help but burst into tears: "can't you be a little lighter?"

"I'm sorry." Murong then apologized quickly, then frowned and said: "you may have just become Wei to need to deal with it immediately, otherwise, your feet will swell in a moment."

The pain wakes up charming, and Ou Lanxin retracts her feet: "thank you, your majesty. I'm going to let the doctor have a look." Say, oneself struggle is about to stand up.

However, she is afraid of pain, just a hard foot pain grinning.

Murong Ji is gently shaking his head, this arrogant woman.

Just when she was entangled with pain, a pair of powerful arms lifted him up in the air. Ou Lanxin screamed again: "ah, ah, ah..."

"Miss ou, am I so terrible?" Helpless and smiling voice sounded from the top of his head, the scream became weaker and weaker: "No. I can go by myself. Please let me down

My God, he is the king, the king of S, the king admired by all the people, and the king of all people's attention. If people see him so close to the people, holding her into the infirmary, I don't know how much trouble it will cause?

She is just a little stylist, ordinary girl. She didn't want to have a relationship with the royal family.

"Are you sure you can walk to the infirmary by yourself?" The word "go" was deliberately accentuated, and Ou Lanxin's face turned red again.

Yaya, do you want to say so insinuate? She is more afraid of pain, yes, but afraid of pain is humiliating? What's more, she is a girl, afraid of pain is very normal, OK? It's the pain that makes you sick?

Murong secretly despised Murong again. His image of being gentle, elegant and graceful in her mind has plummeted to the bottom.

In Ou Lanxin abdominal Fei his time, Murong Ji has her to the infirmary.

The nurse and the doctor could not suppress the expression of surprise when they saw this scene. Ou Lanxin realized that she had missed the best time to get rid of the relationship.

Today must be her bad day, it must be!

"Please take a look at the ankle for Miss ou. She seems to have a bruise." Good voice does not lose the majesty of the king, all people wake up like a dream, thinking of their own responsibilities.

"Well, then, your majesty, please put Miss o on the chair so that I can show her." The middle-aged doctor was sweating and stuttering.

After he mentioned this, Murong Jicai found that he had been holding ou Lanxin. A trace of embarrassment passed over her pretty face, and then she was calm and put Ou Lanxin carefully on the chair.

In the ICU ward, Murong Ji pressed the call bell when she went after Ou Lanxin. The doctor in the white robe surrounded Jane Ruoyu with three layers inside and three layers outside.

Nangong Ao is squeezed outside, and can only look anxiously and helplessly.

A heart in seven up and down, as if to jump out of the throat, the soul has long been flying away from the body, flying to her body.

After a century, a doctor came to him. Nangong Ao rushes up and grabs his hand. His strength is so strong that he seems to crush his angel's hands. Dr.

frowned with pain and said in a weird voice with pain and pain. "Your Highness is out of danger and can be transferred to a general ward."

"Mr. Nangong, would you please let me go first?" The doctor, who couldn't bear it, almost begged him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, and thank you, thank you!" Ecstasy in the heart of the flow, hit each of his nerves, the whole person as if to eat the elixir, infinite strength, eager to do something, so that there is an outlet for joy.

That's great. That's great.

If it's OK, his if is OK.

The only thing he wanted to do now was to hold her in his arms and not to be separated from her for a moment. He even had the absurd and terrible idea of tying him to her in a modern technological way, just like a conjoined baby.