The quiet air gradually settled down, but there was still an ambiguous atmosphere floating around.
A wall lamp on the wall sheds a faint light, which is patched together on Chu Zhanjin's profile. The sharp lines are like cutting with a knife. The strong texture of his chest is covered with a layer of sweat beads, left from the love he just had.
Wei Wen sat up and lit a cigarette, the smoke rising between his fingers.
Xiang Rumo got out of the messy quilt, snuggled into his arms affectionately, grabbed his cigarette, took a puff, pouted, and faintly exhaled a faint white mist, as if she was enjoying the soaring clouds.
a feeling of.
"Have you learned to smoke?" Chu Zhan and Jin looked at her in shock.
What's so curious about this! Xiang Rumo looked at him blankly, "Do I need to learn this?" In her eyes, smoking was a very common thing.
Chu Zhan stared at her with narrowed eyes, her face was familiar, but her heart was unfamiliar. He was very curious about what happened to her in the past four years to make her change so drastically.
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In his memory, Xiang Yimo was simple and unpretentious. A slight smile would light up his heart. Like a lotus, bright and elegant, quietly exuding its fragrance, even if
No matter how bad the environment is, it still emerges from the mud and remains unstained, standing tall and stubborn.
But now, the elegant and holy temperament on her body is gone, and it is more like a delicate red rose, charming and seductive, but also carrying sharp thorns. If you are not careful, you will...
If you fall into her gentle trap, you will never recover.
"Tomorrow, you go for a physical examination and stay in the hospital for a few days."
"Why? I won't go!" The hospital is so boring. Apart from the patients, there are also dull doctors. What fun is there? She has to suffocate to death in the hospital. "Is it because I am not skilled enough or am not working hard enough that I am dissatisfied with you?"
Xiang Rumo has always been the one to dump men, so it’s not the man’s turn to dump her!
Chu Zhanjin frowned, disgusted that Xiang Rumo described herself like a prostitute, "Going to the hospital is a routine check-up to see if the blood clot in your brain has melted and whether there are any sequelae."
"Will you accompany me?"
"I have something important and I can't leave."
"After playing with it, you want to kick me out?" Xiang Rumo turned around angrily.
Chu Zhanjin immediately took her into his arms and said, "It took a lot of effort for me to find you, and we finally met each other. How could I let you go again? You go to the hospital for a few days first, and I will pick you up soon."
Do you remember this?" He took out a butterfly-shaped jade pendant from the drawer of the bedside table. Although it only had half of its wings, it did not affect its beauty. It was mutton-fat white in color, transparent and round, without any impurities, and the sculpture was beautiful.
Exquisite workmanship and lifelike.
Xiang Rumo was slightly startled. This was not the jade pendant her mother left for her and Xiang Yimo. Each of them had one wing of a butterfly. She thought the jade pendant was old-fashioned and threw it in the jewelry box. She had never brought it with him.
This jade pendant should belong to Xiang Yimo.
Why does he have Xiang Yimo's jade pendant? Is he her man?
It seems that this man has always been obsessed with Xiang Yimo. Her appearance must not ruin her plan, so the love between the two of them must be cut off.
Back then, Chu Zhanjin was stabbed by a gangster and was seriously injured. In order to save him, Xiang Yimo pawned the jade pendant to pay for his medical expenses. This was the only thing her mother left to her, and Chu Zhanjin knew about it.
This thing was so important to her that when she came to Italy, she ordered someone to find this jade pendant.
"I once promised you that I would definitely find this jade pendant and return it to you." Chu Zhanjin put the jade pendant around her neck, "I will fulfill all the promises I made."
Xiang Rumo touched the jade pendant, and his warmth was still on it. She forced out a smile of joy, "Should I repay you well?"
"How to repay?"
Xiang Rumo raised her eyebrows and smiled, "What do you think?" She turned over and sat on him, "I'm going to the hospital tomorrow, and I won't let you go tonight!"
Layers of heat waves surged out, churning the originally turbid air even more intensely.
The night is sultry, and the darkness hides all the beautiful spring scenery...
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"Why hasn't she woke up yet?" Nangong Han frowned and stared at Xiang Yimo on the hospital bed.
Teng Yue curled his lips helplessly and yawned, "From last night to now, this is the seventeenth time you have asked me. Please, please sew my mouth shut! Otherwise, just sew my mouth shut!"
I must have become dumb!"
He originally thought that after Xiang Yimo's operation was completed, he could go back to sleep, but Nangong Han refused to let him go and asked him to stay here and stare at him.
"You haven't answered me yet."
"Is it almost there?" Teng Yue said perfunctorily, rolled his eyes, closed his eyes, and leaned his head on the sofa to fall asleep.
Nangong Han walked up to him and stepped on his foot as if nothing had happened.
"Ah——" Teng Yue exclaimed.
"You can't sleep until she wakes up!"
Suddenly, Xiang Yimo's curled eyelashes trembled in the hospital bed, and Teng Yue shouted excitedly, "She, she's going to wake up!" As soon as she finished speaking, her body tilted, she fell on the sofa, and fell asleep.
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Nangong Han turned around and saw Xiang Yimo had opened his eyes.
She blinked weakly to adjust to the surrounding light, glanced lazily at Nangong Han, and then turned her eyes elsewhere.
Is she running from him?
Nangong Han's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. He hadn't slept all night and his body was injured, so his face looked a little haggard. He chuckled lightly, "It seems that you are also a disaster. You can't die even after being shot."
He was obviously concerned, but as soon as he opened his mouth, it turned into ridicule. He has never cared about others, maybe this is his way.
Xiang Yimo frowned slightly and murmured: "A dog's mouth cannot spit out ivory." His voice was weak, as light as a mosquito or fly.
"That's what you said."
Xiang Yimo closed her eyes and said, "It's so noisy, please leave!"
Seeing his haggard look, Xiang Yimo's heart tightened. It sounded like she was driving him away indifferently, but actually she wanted him to rest.