983: C983 Winner and Loser

C983 Winner and Loser

Zhuang Yichen hung up the phone, thinking about the events of the day.

He called Xiaoya again. "Are your leg injuries better?"

"Yes. Uncle Lee brought your doctor over. He applied medicine on it. I don't feel anything. "

"Rest well. Don't go out at night. Call me if you need anything. If I'm busy, call Uncle Lee. Don't go to the nightclub to play. Those places are not safe at all. "

"Okay, I got it. "

"Good night," Wang Yao said.

"[Good night. ]"

Zhuang Yichen's words were always cold. He never used a gentle tone. When he cared about people, he was a little stiff. However, Xiaoya still felt some subtle changes.

The deeper the night went, the more soul-stirring the rhythm of the show became.

No one knew who he had heard, but the beggars who made a living under the heavenly bridge quietly moved in groups of three to five. They were like thieves, and there was a hint of delight on their faces.

An old abandoned construction site had already grown grass. The developers were stationed there, waiting for the price of the property to rise before starting to dig the foundation. The walls were built here, and bricks and stones were thrown everywhere.

When the cloth on Ouyang Yan's face was pulled open, she was so scared that she cried out!

Her mouth was blocked and she hid in the corner.

The person who tore off the cloth on her face wore a hat with a large edge and a pair of huge sunglasses.

The reason why he wore sunglasses at night was because he didn't want anyone to recognize him. It was so dark at night, so he didn't have any distinctive features on his face. He only knew that it was a man.

The reason why she shouted wasn't because of this man, but because her eyes were emitting green light. Her clothes were ragged, her entire body was black and dirty, and her hair was long and dirty. There were even knots on her hair, and her entire body was filled with a foul smell of a beggar.

The beggars that Dao Ba had chosen were the dirtiest and ugliest. Those with short hair, those who paid attention to their appearance and appearance, he did not even take them.

Today's matter had to be done to satisfy the boss.

He took out the DV and pointed at Ouyang Yan.

All the beggars were low-end beggars, the kind that did not have an organization.

These beggars were all men. They were lazy and lazy, or they lived for money. If they really got money and satisfied their physiological needs, they could only find women who were once on the street for ten or twenty dollars.

They had never seen a rich young lady like Ouyang Yan, who had good looks.

All of them rushed to pounce on Ouyang Yan as if they had eaten stimulants.

She did not want to live anymore. She did not want to live anymore.

Was it Jiang Zhao?

Someone sent by Jiang Zhao?

This man! She wouldn't let him go even if she was a ghost! . . .

Jiang Zhao leaned into Qin Zhen's arms and wrapped his arms around her waist. He buried his head into her chest and silently cried, "What time is it?" He did not dare to look at the time. He was willing to understand his feelings as if time was like a year and was willing to do so. Even if a day passed like this, it would only be a minute.

Qin Zhen's arms wrapped around Jiang Zhao's head and hid in her arms, "Zhao. Go sleep for a while. The surgery will be over soon. Sister Zhen is watching. You can sleep for a while. "

" Sister Zhen, you can't say that the Cloudy Leaf is not good in the future. You can't even think that way in your heart. "

" Okay. Sister Zhen swears to you that she will never say anything bad about Ye Er in the future. She also doesn't think that way in her heart. Sister Zhen swears to you! "2

. . . "Sister Zhen, I feel uncomfortable. . . " At this time, perhaps he could only stay in his mother's arms to calm down. Jiang Zhao was thirty years old, and it had been a long time since he had leaned on his mother's embrace like this. As a man, he always felt that when he became an adult, he would be the role of protecting his mother. At this time, he was back to when he was a child, and he leaned into his mother's arms, hoping to have a moment of peace.

"Sister Zhen knows, Zhao, Sister Zhen knows. . . "

"Sister Zhen, Yunye is quite selfish. This woman, really. . . She's very cunning. It's normal that you don't like her. Which mother-in-law can stand her daughter-in-law being so cunning? " Jiang Zhao sighed and refused to raise his head. On the chairs in the corridor, the mother and son leaned against each other. Jiang Zhao was so tall and big, yet he sat further away from Qin Zhen. Then he leaned against her and leaned into her arms. He was afraid that his face would see the light outside, so he hid inside. Tears.

Qin Zhen listened to Jiang Zhao and tried not to interrupt him, "It's a girl's house. It's not good to be dull. It's better to be smart. "

Jiang Zhao took a deep breath. The sound of the jar was filled with unwillingness. "But Sister Zhen, no matter how smart she is, how can she be better than me? She has never won against me. Every time she loses to me, when she wants to scheme against me. . . I can guess. Sigh. . . I regret not letting her succeed now. . . She must not have a sense of accomplishment. When she wakes up, I'll let her plot against me. Let her win a few times and have fun. . . After all, she's still young. "

Qin Zhen only nodded, "Yes, you are a man. It is right to give in to her. "

Jiang Laiqing sat across from her and looked at his ex-wife hugging his son. His son was crying in his ex-wife's arms, and his ex-wife was holding his son and crying.

As for him. . .

Jiang Laiqing stood up and walked in front of Qin Zhen. He then sat beside Qin Zhen and stretched out his arm to hold his son and ex-wife in his arms.

Qin Zhen trembled and suddenly turned her head to look at Jiang Laiqing. She saw him sticking his forehead to her forehead and said softly, "I should have let you go. I should have. "

Qin Zhen's heart trembled. She hurriedly lowered her head and pressed her face against Jiang Zhao's head. She hugged Jiang Zhao even tighter.

The surgery was long and endless. Jiang Zhao closed his eyes and the bag of blood was swaying in front of him.

Qin Feiyan raised his wrist and looked at his watch. Time passed really quickly.

Everyone's time passed quickly. In the operating theater. It was his own. . .

Surgeons were the best surgeons in the military hospital. Jiang Laiqing held Qin Zhen's arm, which was still long, and patted Jiang Zhao's back in Qin Zhen's arms. "Zhao, these doctors are all very good. You have to trust your father. "

"Yes. " Jiang Zhao replied faintly.

He clearly remembered Ye Er's last words. Now, he began to recall the way she had spoken back then. He found it funny. This woman was only twenty years old, yet she was playing such a trick on him. Her actions in the past, when love and hate were unclear. . . She would think nonsense and get jealous. But later on. . . Her thoughts of hiding and hiding were all messed up. He could see the general gist of it with a single glance.

She would never be able to scheme against him. She had always been a loser in front of him.

The one who fell in love with the first one would lose. . .

The one who remembered when he said that.

Who would really know who lost?

There was clearly someone who was willing to bet and not willing to admit defeat. There were clearly people who lost at the starting line from the very beginning, but they never dared to admit it.

Was the word 'lose' so terrifying?

Actually, what did losing have to do with it?

What she won was her entire heart. The only thing she lost was a slight insufficiency. One word, "lose. "

If she said that she didn't love him, then she didn't love him?

If she didn't love him, why would she protect him when her father whipped him, even if he had betrayed her at that time?

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