Don't mess with me, Major General

Chapter 8: [008] Wake up

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008 Wake up

"Yes, yes!" Zhan Xiqian hurriedly walked out, putting on her clothes in a panic. After a while, the box door was opened again, and a man in a light gray shirt and gold-rimmed glasses walked in. "It's really rare, you will find a woman here to accompany you when you see Duan Shao."

"Why are you here?" Duan Tang asked lightly.

"I happened to be drinking here. I saw your subordinates outside, so I came to you by the way." Qu Feizhuo walked to the sofa and sat down, "The woman just left with a pale face. Why, it doesn't suit you. Your appetite?"

"Well, it's boring." He whispered, the horrified expression on the woman's face shouldn't show under those eyebrows, that eyebrows should be... should they be... The brows frowned suddenly, Duan Tang's hands Pressed his own temple.

"Headache again?" Qu Feizhuo asked hurriedly when he saw this.

Duan Tang pursed his lips, suppressing the headaches firmly. Qu Feizhuo got up, held the opponent's forehead expertly, rubbed his fingertips slightly and vigorously, "Where is the medicine I prescribe for you, do you take it on time?" Qu Feizhuo is Duan Tang's attending doctor, and he naturally understands him. In this way, it should be that the headache is recurring.

"forget."

Qu Feizhuo sighed, and after kneading for about ten minutes, after seeing Duan Tang's expression relieved, he said again, "Have you had frequent headaches recently?"

"It's still the same, it hurts occasionally, but it has been much better in the past two years, and it will not hurt so that the whole head will explode." Duan Tang slowly opened his eyes, lowered his head, and stretched out his hand to press it. The position of my heart, "I always feel like I have lost something, very important, very important... But once I think about what I lost, my head hurts... It hurts..."

"Don't think about it. Haven't the needle-like headaches of yours been relieved a lot in the past few years? Maybe in a while, you will be cured." Qu Feizhuo thought for a while.

"Really? But don't think about it—I can't do it." Just because of the sense of despair deep in my heart, it reminded him all the time how important what he had lost. Leaning his entire body on the back of the sofa chair, Duan Tang looked at the stars on the ceiling, "Fei Zhuo, do you know what despair is?"

Qu Feizhuo raised his eyebrows and looked at his friend in a slightly surprised manner.

Duan Tang suddenly let out a low chuckle, with a hint of neurotic smile, which made him more charming and charming, "Despair is every breath, every heartbeat, it is a burden, but it is not To die, because I really want to know if I get the most important things that I have lost, if I can be extremely happy."

And he wants to know what that kind of joy feels like!

When Chu Huan woke up, what caught his eye was a handsome and noble face. A faint shadow fell on his face, half light and half dark.

It's so familiar. It seems that this face is eagerly sought after by Ting'er. Many people are waiting around the airport. It's...

Are you dreaming

Reaching out her hand instinctively, she tentatively touched the face in front of her. And he just stared at her quietly, letting her hand stroke his face, across his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and the corners of his lips.