Bastard, don't be presumptuous!

"What! Tell Gu Yantian that his son is still in my hands! If you don't come, I will tear up the ticket!"

"Boss, that bastard Gu Yantian told us to tear up the ticket!"

Gu Yantian... who?

Di Anxi frowned subconsciously as a voice lingered in his ears in the mist.

He wanted to move his body, but his whole body seemed to be immobilized by something, and his bones wailed in pain.

"It hurts..." A low, inaudible moan escaped from his lips.

"I don't care! Tell Gu Yantian to give that batch of goods to me, or let me fucking kill this bastard!"

"Boss, someone is here!"

very noisy!

The noisy voice kept interrupting his deep sleep, Di Anxi slowly opened his eyes, and darkness came into view.

All the memories at the time of death come back.

"Am I... dead?" Di Anxi blinked, but it was still dark.

The childish voice of a low mosquito chirping sounded next to his ears. He curled up all over his body and wanted to turn over but found himself in a narrow room.

in the box.

"Could this be hell?" Di Anxi was numb and sore all over, as if a fire was burning in his stomach, the burning pain

He hissed softly: "Even in hell, this is too painful."

His eyes seemed to have adapted to the darkness, and gradually he could see the environment he was in clearly.

The surrounding area was narrow and narrow, and he tried to raise his hand with difficulty, but he couldn't exert any strength in his body, and he stretched his hand halfway and then fell down weakly.

The pain consumed his consciousness, and he gradually closed his eyes amidst the noise.

In the bottomless darkness, there was a faint sound of breathing, which seemed real and unreal.

In the last consciousness, Di Anxi raised his lips bitterly.

Sure enough, death is the most painful...

"Little Susu, how are you today?"

With a pleasant voice, the door was opened, and a girl in a white nurse uniform walked in.

"Thank you, I...I'm very good."

The slightly immature voice combined with the pale and delicate face is particularly pitiful. The half-grown child is half lying on the hospital bed, huge

The hospital bed made him even smaller.

A hanging bottle was hung on the child's left hand, and the bruised and purple wrist was exposed from the sleeve, and the black hair was glowing under the shadow of the lamp.

Bright luster.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly, and his pale pink lips curled into a beautiful curve.The jewel-like emerald eyes stared at the girl, that

So deep to drown.

In this white ward, the child is as beautiful as an angel.

The girl blushed again, shouting in her heart, this child is too cute.

Under the gaze of the child, she forced herself to walk to the hospital bed calmly, took down the case and drew a few strokes on it with a pen.

"There is one more group and you will finish drinking water. What do you want to eat later? My sister will bring it for you."

Hearing this, the smile on the corner of the child's mouth froze slightly, and then turned into a wry smile: "Zhen... I can do whatever I want."

After so many days, I can’t change this address, I’m really used to it, even if I die, I still remember that title in my soul.

honor...

What a sarcasm...

The child lowered his eyes lightly, his slender eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, casting a faint blue shadow under the eyelids, lining the skin

More and more pale and bloodless.The thin figure of the child on the hospital bed is so weak that it seems that a gust of wind can blow him away.