"How''s the doctor?" Ji Wanzhou anxiously looks at the doctor''s examination movement.


    "The bullet went out and didn''t hurt the bone, but it took a long time. I''m afraid there will be sequelae in the future." The doctor considered his words and carefully told Ji Wanzhou.


    "Sequelae, can''t we find a way to eliminate it?" The knife in Ji Wanzhou''s hand can fly, and the sharp blade of the knife can go around the fingers, so you can go around other places anytime and anywhere.


    But the doctor had just touched a lot of knives. Looking at the blade, he didn''t have any special reaction, so he told Ji Wanzhou, "there is really no way. The patient has been dragging for too long."


    The next second, as thin as a cicada wing blade on the doctor''s neck, slightly cut out a bloodstain, the doctor''s hindsight legs soft.


    "These instruments are left, and you can go." Ji Wanzhou did not want to get the result he wanted, but he is not in the mood to pay attention to these people now. However, it was he who brought Qingge back from the line of life and death.


    Just forgive the little doctor.


    When Meng Qingge wakes up, she looks around her in a pure white room that she has never seen before.


    All the utensils within sight were white.


    A cold and lonely feeling enveloped all the people in the whole world. Outside of themselves, the whole world was white, which made people uncomfortable.


    "This leg is a disaster." Meng Qingge looked at the gauze layer by layer package, but also exposed a little whiplash of the leg, heartfelt sigh.


    Just wake up and a little thirsty, just on the table there is a cool cup, Meng Qingge reached out to try to touch, but it is always a little short to be able to.


    Meng made up his thirst and decided to drink a leg.


    However, when she moved to the bedside, she had already regretted that the injured leg was in great pain when she was moved down. However, she had already done it, and Meng Qingge decided to continue to finish the work.


    Holding on to the cool glass, I was relieved. I slowly found my balance and planned to bring myself a glass of water.


    "As soon as I got up, I wanted to run." Season evening boat push the door and enter, just saw Meng Qingge walk to the table edge.


    "Click." Meng Qingge was stiff all over, and the cold cup in his hand fell down directly.


    She couldn''t stand on her own and fell into a mess.


    Meng Qingge lies in a pile of broken glass, feeling that her hand seems to be cut. She is lying on the ground in a mess. The pain in her legs has made him think about other problems.


    "What are you going to do?" Ji Wanzhou came over and gently picked up people and put them on the bed.


    "You can''t see what I''m going to do. I just want to drink water. I''m a waste man who can''t even pour water. What else can I expect, Ji DAHAO or Shao?" Meng Qingge had to bear the pain in his legs. He could not help but roar and shout out.


    "Water." Ji Wanzhou said to the door, two minutes less than a cup of warm water was sent in, sent to the hands of Ji Wanzhou.


    "Drink water." Ji Wanzhou holds the water cup tightly in his hand, but he doesn''t have any meaning to give Meng Qingge.


    "If you don''t give it to me, how can I drink it?" Meng Qingge is holding her breath in her heart. Now what kind of thing is this? After a meal, she gives a sweet jujube to eat. When she is a three-year-old child, she is the same.


    What did he do to himself? The wound on his leg is not good. Do you need to prove it again.


    "Drink water." Ji Wanzhou, however, did not care what Meng Qingge said, forcibly helped people up, controlled him in his arms and fed him water.


    Meng Qingge was full of water, a little choked into the water, she waved to open the quilt.


    And just full of debris mixed into one, crisp sound, pulling two nerves in a sensitive state.


    Ji Wanzhou finally couldn''t bear it. He laughed with evil spirit, "where do you think it is now? This place was not prepared for you originally."


    "Which girl in red riding a motorcycle?" Meng Qingge''s heart is not taste, but the tone of his mouth is deliberately said that he doesn''t care.


    "No. There are so many things you don''t know about me Ji Wanzhou catches Meng Qingge''s face with her hand, forcing her to look at her own eyes and look at him.


    "It has nothing to do with me." Meng Qingge reached out and patted his left leg, "do you know this one?"


    Ji Wanzhou''s rare words stopped for a moment, then avoided the sight, with a sneer on his face, "do you think I planned all this by myself?"


    "Isn''t it you? It''s not you. Who else is so boring?" Meng Qingge smiles.


    Season evening boat pressure on the body of Meng Qingge, constantly tease Meng Qingge, "if you remember correctly, at the beginning you just want me to be a springboard, right?"


    Meng Qingge turned her head unnaturally, but her eyes became more and more dry and astringent. She widened her eyes and felt that the people in front of her were so familiar but strange."Yes." She answered in a trembling voice. Yes, the first encounter was wrong. Why talk about other things. In my heart, it seems to have been severely grasped by someone. It turns out that this is the price of willfulness at the beginning. So many days of getting along with each other are nothing.


    What is she hoping for.


    "Then come and fulfill your duty." Season evening boat heavily covered with Meng Qingge''s lips, regardless of the rampage.


    Meng Qingge felt as if she had been torn in two from the middle. Ji Wanzhou''s insolent action pressed her calf. Meng Qingge felt the black in front of her.


    She couldn''t move, so she just saved her strength.


    She really fell in love with this man, but when she loved him the most, she was told that everything was false.


    Her hand attached to the handsome face of Ji Wanzhou, familiar lines, accompanied countless people day and night.


    It turned out that he couldn''t see people clearly. After two years of close relationship, she couldn''t understand this man.


    Meng Qingge did not respond, but Ji Wanzhou did not urge, looking at Meng Qingge waiting for her every move.


    "Bang." Meng Qingge slaps Ji Wanzhou''s face to one side.


    "Ji Wanzhou, don''t think I''m afraid of you." Meng Qingge looks at Ji Wanzhou fiercely. She doesn''t have much strength at all. Now she hangs on her heart with a breath of anger. Her fierce eyes are like a small beast forced into a desperate situation.


    Season evening boat eyes can not help but dark.