.
1168.
The old director of the Central Hospital, highly respected, wise and courageous.
My usual hobby is,
Do research, perform surgery, count money, defend, and receive a pennant.
Although I was brainwashed by that inexplicable President Murong last time, it doesn't matter, man, as long as your memory is bad enough, you won't have troubles anymore.
The old dean stood in front of the French windows of the high office, holding a sip of coffee, savoring it carefully while comforting himself:
Hahahahahaha has already forgotten the last time that the last time is still so scientific, science and science. Hum that little rabbit is not forced to admit that his boyfriend is pregnant ... This is simply an insult to the old lady's personality!
He swallowed his coffee viciously, thinking silently:
"If I see that kid next time, I will definitely educate him and let him face the light of wisdom of biological science—huh!?"
1169.
The old dean almost felt that he was old and dizzy,
He rubbed his eyes and looked again,
He rubbed his eyes again, and took a look through the binoculars:
"..."
"President Murong, why the hell are you bringing that man of yours to disturb my cleanliness again!!!"
1170.
what can he do
Of course, I forgot the hilarity just now, and went down to entertain honestly.
—As long as your memory is bad enough, punching in the face doesn't hurt enough.
1171.
The old director immediately mobilized all the top medical staff to send President Murong's beloved baby to the operating room.
It is worthy of the first-class professional quality. When they saw Murong Jihua's funny women's clothing and He Junle's bloody clothes, a group of medical staff only twitched their eyes and showed no other expressions.
Medical staff: We are professionally trained, no matter how funny the situation is, we will not laugh unless we can't help it
1172.
—Then the well-behaved old dean automatically dismissed the medical staff, dragged Murong Jihua to a corner of the corridor and asked:
"Brother Murong, this time... what disease do you want your lover to suffer from?"
Murong Jihua: "..."
Why does this sound weird
The old dean smiled and wrinkled his face: "Whether it's a miscarriage with a second child or cancer, you can say whatever you want, if you can't produce the corresponding inspection report, I will lose."
Murong Jihua nodded: "Accidental miscarriage, thank you."
The old dean: "Oh, miscarriage, easy to talk about, miscarriage, miscarriage..."
The old dean: "..."
1173.
I can't understand the young people now!
Is it their passion to make fun of their elders!
1174.
All in all, all in all,
Under the meditation inspection of the old dean who valued medicine as the soul,
He Junle successfully miscarried after pregnancy.
Congratulations, congratulations.
1175.
It is the familiar VIP ward, the familiar configuration, and the familiar things and people.
He Junle was lying on the bed with a pale face again, and Murong Jihua moved a small bench to guard beside him with a pale face.
The finals are over.
He Junle won completely.
However-
Murong Jihua sighed, and stretched out his hand to spread the wall powder on He Junle's face evenly:
"Princess Elizabeth will definitely come. It's time to make a break with her."
Give this farce a happy ending!
1176.
Her Royal Highness Princess Elizabeth is indeed here.
Her face was pale, not much better than He Junle who deliberately painted the wall, and grief was almost written on her face—she was wearing a black mourning dress, a black veil on her face, and a cluster of pale snow roses on her chest.
Xia Zi followed behind, holding a large group of chrysanthemums in his hands.
Murong Jihua: "..."
Murong Jihua: "... why does it feel a little unlucky?"
1177.
But he knew that this princess only had a somewhat...unique understanding of the humanistic world. Of course, she didn't want to dress He Junle in mourning. The purpose of doing this was obvious:
Mourning Murong Jihua and He Junle's children who never existed.
1178.
Murong Jihua raised his head to look at her.
The sadness on your face is real,
After all, it was the perfect genetic product that she had cared about for countless days and nights.
Considering some aspects, this princess is really...
Yes, poor.
1179.
Elizabeth seemed to want to see He Junle, but she hesitated again and again but stopped two meters away from the hospital bed. She looked like she was about to cry, and said in a low voice:
"I'm sorry, Brother Murong... If I hadn't insisted on competing, I wouldn't have..."
As I spoke, tears came down.
1180.
Murong Jihua didn't know what to say.
It doesn't matter, we can still regenerate—but let's pull it down, whoever is so big-hearted, one time is enough to torment people, why bother...
Then let's do it like this, the world will never see again—forget it, everyone is the whole country A;
And in the final analysis, he was the one who lied to the little girl first,
But if it wasn't for the coercion of Her Royal Highness, who has no brains, why would there be so many troubles
1181.
All kinds of thoughts kept cutting and chaotic, Murong Jihua sighed and rolled on the tip of his tongue, but he still didn't know how to speak,
Simply his lover on the bed always comes to the rescue in time:
"It's okay, Your Royal Highness, I am also responsible for this matter."
He Junle opened his "red and swollen" eyes, showed a "tired" "wry smile", and waved gently to Elizabeth—
As if an old mother on her deathbed wants to say something personal to her daughter—
Murong Jihua patted his cheek to interrupt his messy thoughts.
1182.
"Jihua is really outstanding. He is handsome and rich, and he is also a sand sculpture. The whole person is so gentle—it is a sure thing to be likable."
He Junle said "dying breath":
"The fetal image of this child was unstable when she was pregnant. It was because I was too self-willed and never had a taboo to take good care of him, which made him more and more weak,"
"Of course the final match with you was the main reason for my miscarriage, but if it wasn't for my own will, how could it have caused the current result?"
He Junle raised his hand and wiped away a teardrop from the corner of Elizabeth's eye:
"Fortunately...we're still young,"
1183.
"I forgive you,"
He Junle raised his head, and a line of tears just - very naturally - fell on the pillow,
His voice was gentle, yet with an indisputable firmness:
"But you have to make it up to us, and don't meddle in our affairs with Jihua ever again."
"ah… "
Princess Elizabeth opened her mouth. Looking at He Junle like this, she was speechless with guilt and sadness.
At this time, Prince Shaz, who had been standing behind her, coughed and interrupted:
"Cough cough-well, Sasha, listen to me, this and that-although I don't understand your oriental culture, I also know that this science comes from practice, and whether genes are good or bad-it doesn't all depend on parents Right, that, what is that called?"
Murong Jihua added: "...a genetic mutation."
"Ah, yes, a genetic mutation,"
Xia Zi laughed with yellow teeth: "So, this is not to say that the two best people can produce the best when they are together, but two excellent people should work together to have a baby! This is a big base, Isn't the probability of giving birth to the most powerful baby high?"
1184.
Murong Jihua: "You..."
It's so shameless.
He Junle: "You..."
It's so shameless.
Princess Elizabeth: "You..."
Shaz held the chrysanthemum in his hand, knelt down, and looked at Princess Elizabeth affectionately:
"Your heart is happy, you know, Your Royal Highness, come back to India with me to have a baby!"
1185.
Murong Jihua: "..."
I don't know what to complain about anymore.
He Junle: "..."
I don't want to pay IQ tax for this retarded world anymore.
Princess Elizabeth was stunned for a moment, thinking about it for one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight minutes, and finally seemed to extract something of interest from what the other party said—the probability of the birth of a perfect gene.
She finally came to her senses,
Showing her iconic creepy Yanyi smile:
"I am willing!"
1186.
The current Prince Shaz will definitely not know how much regret he will have in the future.
—Murong Jihua and He Junle were thinking at the same time.
"but,"
After seeing off a pair of multinational couples who had just established a relationship, He Junle tilted his head slightly, and looked at Murong Jihua with a smile full of deep meaning in his eyes:
"Whether the future will be happy or sad, who knows, right?"
"ah?"
Murong Jihua, who was sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing his shoulders with a sigh of relief, didn't react.
1187.
He Jun Le Dun stepped forward and gave Murong Jihua a light kiss with a faint smell of soda:
"Let's get married."
wedding (end)
1188.
"It's the first time in my life to get married, please give me some advice~"
…
…
…
… Eh
1189.
Too late to be happy, too late to be surprised, and even too late to use human thinking to think about the superficial meaning of the words spoken by this person—
He felt that he suddenly lost all emotions and desires, and became without sorrow, joy, hatred or anger,
The whole person was empty.
Murong Jihua felt that his soul broke out of his body in this way—broken the gap of time and space, entered the endless sea of stars, and traveled all over the world in a magical world that completely ignores physical effects...
Who am I, where am I
Alas! I want to go back with the wind!
—The moon and stars are scarce, and the crow flies south, circles the tree three times, and stands shoulder to shoulder with the sun.
1190.