"Kitten!" He hugged Lin Fan tightly, biting silver teeth, and decided not to let the kitten feel so sad. He would feel distressed, "He is..."
"Qi Hao! What are you going to do!?"
Bei Mubing broke in at a very time. It seemed that he had been eavesdropping outside the door for a long time.
"You're crazy!" He ran over and grabbed Zhou Qihao's arm, "You can't not only say it, but also stop her. Have you forgotten?"
"Of course I haven't forgotten! But how could I bear to make the kitten suffer? Love or not is the same thing, and I can't look at her sad."
Zhou Qihao's words reached his heart, and Bei Mubing couldn't help but be stunned and fell silent.
Lin Fan sneered, "Forget it, I don't want to make things difficult for you, just help me bring him some good."
Lin Fan got up, packed up the wet clothes on the ground and turned around and left. Sure enough, was there no one she could trust?
Why does she feel cold on such a summer day?
When she is lonely and crying, she always thinks of that gentle smile.
Those thin lips opened and closed, calling her, baby...
Leng, where are you? Why haven’t you come back to find me? Do you still love me?
Have I been abandoned by you again?
*
At this time, An Luoming was sitting in the VIP ward (that's right, there is such a ward?), surrounded by flowers and gifts, and he looked down upon it.
He had a bandage wrapped around his head, like a football, but no one knew that his heart actually needed bandages and painkillers.