He Dongling's tone became fierce, "Didn't you see my true face clearly, I'm just playing with you, you still love me, right?"
When questioning this sentence.
He couldn't tell how nervous he was.
Bai Weiwei's lips moved, but she didn't gnaw.
He Dongling frowned, and his eyes were full of dark and chaotic irritability.
He turned around, just about to open his mouth to continue questioning.
But seeing Bai Weiwei's face full of tears, she bit her lip and didn't cry.
Tears came out one by one, the tip of her nose was red, and she cried pitifully and cutely.
All He Dongling's words were blocked in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.
Tears for the rest of my life, with joy but not joy.
It was only when He Dongling discovered his excesses that she risked her life to save him.
He took care of himself and was busy questioning her.
He Dongling considered himself a scumbag, but it was the first time to be honest with a weak woman from beginning to end.
He gritted his teeth and said something that he would never say normally.
"I will become stronger, and Jiuye can't help me, let alone touch you, so don't cry."
He wants face, his mind is heavy, and such bold words.
It is very difficult to speak out without success.
But seeing her fearful tears, she couldn't care less.
[Ding, He Slag's favorability score is fifty.]
Bai Weiwei sobbed and said, "Then when will you become stronger?"
He Dongling's expression stiffened, "It should be soon."
Bai Weiwei: "That means we can't tell when, and it will be very soon after ten years."
He Dongling: "..."
Bai Weiwei: "So I risked my life to save you, and I came back to work overtime to serve you when I got off work. There's no problem with this extra charge."
He Dongling: "..."
Bai Weiwei's tears had already been withdrawn, and she carefully checked the number.
"Look, at least tens of thousands of bullets are blocked once. Overtime pay is not much, five hundred. Spiritual loss or something, it means a few thousand, and when you pushed me just now, I fell. It hurts so much, just two thousand for medical bills..."
He Dongling propped his forehead with his hand, his head hurt so much, who am I and where am I.
Where is my beautiful ex-wife who only needs true love and no money
I miss the old white fool.
It was only when he was poor now that she thought of asking for money.
Why don't you sympathize with him, a paralyzed old man who makes money hard.
After He Dongling returned to the hospital and transferred the account to Bai Weiwei, he realized it all at once.
Legs must continue to rehabilitate, and money must continue to be made.
Rights must continue to be fought by unscrupulous means.
The experience of death did not frighten him, but aroused a ruthless desire in his heart.
Only people can control their own lives.
He won't give it to anyone again, holding a gun to his head a second time.
He fell to the ground again, He Dongling was sweating, and Bai Weiwei came to help him.
He Dongling saw that she was struggling to help him onto the chair.
Then he took out a clean towel, wiped his sweat, and poured him water.
He Dongling didn't have any resistance, instead he let her move submissively.
The way he looked at her sometimes had a hint of softness that should not be noticed.
The glimmer of light that passed by, not many, but very precious.
No nurse is so considerate.
There will be no nurses who will get off work overtime after work.
There will be no nurses, because he dares to block the gun.
So, she still likes him.