Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

Cheng Yuanzheng was noisy for more than half an hour, his energy was almost exhausted, his eyes were lost, and he was panting like a dead dog, as if he was about to faint in the next second.

The young man, who changed into a white suit and black hair, came in, took off his sunglasses, and shouted unexpectedly: "Cheng Yuanzheng?"

Cheng Yuanzheng was as soft as a dead dog, lingering and panting, lacking even the slightest response.

"Ji Fengyun?" The young man changed his name indifferently, his sunglasses swinging in his hands.

Cheng Yuanzheng's pupils flickered and reacted, focusing on him with great effort, and moving his lips for a long while: "Yao Wang, you bastard!"

After silently cursing an swear word, Cheng Yuanzheng passed out happily.

Yao Wang took off his wig and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. He raised his eyebrows and asked the woman who was checking her pupils on the eyelids of Lacheng's expedition.

"How about it?"

The woman smiled noble and coldly.

"I'm fainted. I didn't react after carrying it for half an hour. It's really not a man."

Yao Wang grinned weirdly.

"Young Master Ji was originally a semi-eunuch, don't be angry, baby, brother loves you."

Yao Wang embraced the glamorous beauty and left, then turned around and ordered the white coat.

"Look at him. If you don't recognize someone after waking up, report it immediately!"

"Yes."

The door was closed gently, and only a slight breathing remained in the room.

Cheng Yuanzheng closed his eyes to rest and regained his strength, but the strings in his mind were tight.

The body temperature of the little fox at hand began to drop sharply again, and it felt soft and soft, like a doll with no signs of life.

Ke Cheng Yuanzheng understands that it is still alive, but just enters a dormant state of instinctive self-repair.

This is not the first time this situation has occurred. Cheng Yuanzheng vaguely felt that his injury was not as severe as he had imagined, and he was still blessed by the little fox.

If you survive a catastrophe, you will have a blessing. He was a blessing in disguise this time.

Cheng Yuanzheng held the motionless little fox on the back of his hand, observing its changes at any time, and his memory was repeatedly consolidated in his mind.

He can see human faces a little bit, but he doesn't seem to be used to this kind of memory method. The speed of forgetting is faster than he expected, and it is more difficult than a child who is learning to speak.

Unlike his daughter-in-law, no matter when and where, even if you close your eyes, you can immediately think of her face, and he can figure out even the loss of an eyelash.

Is it really related to the congestion in his brain? How many times have you been shaken by the explosion this time, has it improved?

But the medical examination of the army didn't mention this!

Is it another misunderstanding coincidence?

This is not the most important thing. The injected drugs are also okay. Although it is difficult, it is not too much to bear. It is not a big deal.

His performance today is considered a pass, temporarily dispelling Yao Wang's suspicion.

But it cannot be taken lightly.

Drugs, this is a new direction of investigation.

The news has to be sent back.

I just hope that the news of his sacrifice will not bring too much sadness to his loved ones.

The daughter-in-law should wait for him, right? She is only eighteen now, and before marriage age, he still has time.

Two days later, Su Haitang looked at his painful grandfather in disbelief, and pinched the palm of his hand vigorously.

"I didn't seem to hear what you said just now."

He Anbang frowned slightly, and looked at his granddaughter who was unwilling to accept the reality with a little worry.

"Girl, you heard that right. Comrade Expedition, sacrificed."

Su Haitang took a deep breath and waited for the whirlpool in his mind to turn around.

She silently stared at the grandfather who was standing behind the desk for a long time, then suddenly turned and rushed out of the office.

"I'll go to the toilet."

He Anbang did not stop her, looking at her windy back with complicated eyes.

Can granddaughter bear such bad news?