High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 1812

half year later.

A city affiliated hospital center.

Mi Xiaoxuan held the fruit basket and Ye Ziluo and looked at the clean hospital bed that didn't look like a sick bed.

The leaves fall to the forehead.

Mi Xiaoxuan frowned from the headache.

She threw the fruit basket to the mobile phone of the person next to her, took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.

The call connects in just a second.

She didn't respond to the person opposite at all, she almost shouted at the other side: "Hey Lin Zhaoxia, are you in good health!? You ran four times in a month!?"

Well, that's right.

Six months ago, Lin Zhaoxia was rushed to the hospital after being shot.

After Song Yan settled the affairs of Empress L, Bian quickly took over and started the operation.

Probably God is blessing.

Bai Zhuofeng's shot hit Lin Zhaoxia's heart to the right.

But as long as there is a little distance, Lin Zhaoxia will surely die!

The surgery went without a hitch.

But it was also because the bullet at that moment oppressed a group of nerves in the body, causing Lin Zhaoxia to be in a coma for half a year.

Half a year later, one month ago, Lin Zhaoxia woke up.

The poison in the body was completely cleaned up by the antidote developed by Song Yan.

Even the drug addiction with that poppy disappeared in one roll.

Half a year is enough time for all the wounds to be repaired.

It is well known that Lin Zhaoxia doesn't like hospitals.

On the third day after waking up, she began to think about how to escape.

After thinking about it for five days, she pulled Yang Moyan, and finally managed to escape from the hospital.

At this moment, leaning on Yang Moyan's arm, the two of them sat under a big tree, the young man smiled wickedly, "Xuan, the smell of disinfectant is not bad at all~"

Mi Xiaoxuan sneered, "Then let me spray some perfume on you?"

"That's so pungent."

"Are you still hypocritical?"

"True love comes first, Xuan, you must know that I have you in my heart~"

Lin Zhaoxia began to argue.

"Get out, young master Yang who loves you, go, I don't want to be revenged by someone!" Mi Xiaoxuan laughed angrily, and dropped the phone without hesitation.

Ye Ziluo looked sideways, "Are you still grasping?"

Mi Xiaoxuan couldn't maintain her reserved, elegant and rational today, "What the hell? Don't worry about it, just let them go."
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Lin Zhaoxia leaned against Yang Moyan, with a pair of peach-blossom eyes, the waves flowing in her eyes, the swaying eyes, and the slight slant at the end of the eyes, still so easy to seduce people.

The pale pink lips are slightly raised, evil and handsome, but also enough enchanting and yuppie.

Yang Moyan turned his eyes slightly sideways, "Where are you going next?"

The boy was out of danger and was able to wake up. This is probably the most fortunate thing for Yang Moyan.

The boy put his head on his shoulder, tilted it there, as if he was thinking, and then tapped his chin with his fingertips, "I don't have anything to do for now, tell me about the six months I've been in a coma. What happened?"

She hasn't properly asked what happened in City A during the six months she was away.

Yang Moyan did as she wished, paused, and began to speak calmly.

His words were as concise as usual.

"Bai Zhuofeng was arrested, all his forces were dispersed, and the city of A returned to calm. Everyone has returned to their duties and started a new life."

After Lin Zhaoxia finished listening, she rubbed her fingertips on her lips, realizing that Yang Moyan didn't seem to be planning to speak anymore, so she blinked, "It's gone?"

"Well, it's gone."

Lin Zhaoxia: "..."

That's really succinct enough.

(End of this chapter)