On the 101 Forms of Disciple Blackening

Ding Zhiwei drank a lot of wine that day just to draw a lottery. Even if he was lucky enough to win the ultimate prize, he fell when he took off the mask because of his drunkenness, causing the back of his head to bleed profusely.Juemin still feels that his soul is still trembling when he thinks about it now.When he dialed 120, he couldn't hold his mobile phone steadily. Yes, he was afraid, the only time in his life so many times, he was afraid.Whether to face the deep fear of losing a loved one crushed all his previous beliefs.

If Ding Zhiwei dies, will he still have the courage to face the future, facing the painful days of losing Ding Zhiwei because of his sympathy, those fragments of past memories will be like lingering circles around him The poisonous vines tightened day by day, suffocating in pain, and the spreading poison penetrated deep into the internal organs, corroding his body day after day, until his body became weak and overwhelmed, he might have the chance to go down to see his loved one.

Fortunately, Ding Zhiwei was lucky, but he had many stitches in the back of his head.When his high-pressure hanging heart finally fell, he still fell into endless regret and fear. After all, that incident finally left the root of the disease in his heart, and it became a heart disease that no one could move.The girl was very sorry when she knew what had happened, and she took the initiative to come to the hospital without wearing any mask, fulfilling Ding Zhiwei's wish.Afterwards, Ding Zhi understood: "It turned out to be like that."

In just a moment, Juemin deeply covered the fetters in his heart, and hid in a corner that no one knew about. It was a small sunflower named Ding Zhiwei, which was obviously weak, but always shone quietly. .

With great difficulty, the young man squeezed beside Ding Zhiwei, and dropped the flower ball on his head just in time.

"Mine! Don't steal it from me!"

"Go away, I'm no match for you! I'm one of Xiangcheng's Four Young Masters! Don't stop me from marrying a charming girl."

"Mine! That's mine!"

The crowd was very noisy and fiercely robbed.

"Grandpa's!" The bouquet was snatched back and forth, and Ding Zhiwei was trampled on.Ding Zhiwei was trampled on for as long as the bouquet was snatched.

When the flower ball finally stabilized, Ding Zhiwei was bending over to press the foot that was stepping on his white boot.

The crowd was as quiet as chickens for an instant.

"...What is this?" A voice suddenly came out from the crowd.

Ding Zhiwei and the male lead lowered their heads one after another, seeing that the flower ball landed on their feet impartially.

"..." Ding Zhiwei was stunned, and raised his head in astonishment to meet the male lead's equally astonished gaze, which was too dramatic.

The one who stepped on his right foot was actually the male lead? ?And the flower ball just fell on the top of the stacked feet.

"What is it? I also want to ask what is it?" Ding Zhiwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The male protagonist's expression clearly stated: I was pushed, I didn't step on it on purpose.

But that's useless, the beauty upstairs has already revealed the mystery.

"My girl has decided, I will marry you!"

This delicate voice can actually be described by a modern word, that is "loli voice".

But when the truth came out...

All the male guests in the audience were petrified.

Is this... a loli?If there is an ID card, it is probably written on the 58-year-old aunt. Hey!Ding Zhiwei almost fainted on the spot.

"What are you doing in a daze, run!" The hero was the first to react, subconsciously pulling Ding Zhiwei and running.

The loli voice of the "beauty" Lark came from a distance behind the two: "Beautiful man, don't run away! You have to be responsible for receiving the bouquet! Oh, Junsheng, will you marry me or not!"

Immediately afterwards came the young man Qing Barley's scream: "I don't want it! Please go away!"