Nangong Zhongli watched Liang Shaochen suffer a loss, and couldn't help screaming.

"Qin Yu, stop!

Qin Yu didn't seem to hear it.

Until Nangong Zhongli fell off the bed and let out a moan.

Qin Yu turned around abruptly and saw Nangong Zhongli who had fallen to the ground, his face pale and his expression twitching. His face changed, and he hurriedly rushed up.

"Miss Zhongli!"

Liang Shaochen fell to the corner of the hanger, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his handsome face was instantly unbearable.

He frowned and leaned against the wall to get up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Qin Yu had already helped Nangong Zhongli to the bed at this time, one of her legs was already bleeding, and her empty trousers were immediately dyed red. The sheets were also dyed red, and cold sweat broke out on her already painful forehead, and she couldn't make a sound.

The doctor quickly rushed over and pushed the cart to put Nangong Zhongli on the car.

Liang Shaochen stood aside, watching Nangong Zhongli being pushed away, and Qin Yu also rushed out of the door.

He straightened the corner of his clothes, and at this time, Liao Ping, who had been waiting outside, rushed over.

Seeing the scene in front of him, as well as the bruises on Liang Shaochen's face, he couldn't help but be shocked.

"Young master, are you okay?!Do you want to see a doctor?"

"I'm fine. Liang Shaochen said coldly, took off his coat and threw it to Liao Ping, and walked towards the elevator with an expressionless face.

Liao Ping followed behind him, glanced at the blood on the ground of the ward, and the blood faintly diffused in the ward, and couldn't help but look awe-inspiring.

******

United States.

Stanford University.

Tang Yan was wearing a white shirt and holding a guitar in his hand, sitting on the lawn.

There were a few books next to him, but he was playing with a guitar in his hand, playing with some concentration, his long eyelashes hanging low, like angel wings.

The beautiful melody soon attracted many blonde girls to attract onlookers, and everyone looked attentive, and whenever he stopped a little, they all applauded.

The sun shone through the branches and hit his white cheeks.

The whole face is pure as if it were transparent.

The tune was beautiful but seemed to have a touch of sadness.

"Anyle, you played so well, can you help me sign it?" After the song, a bold girl stepped forward and looked at Tang Yandao, holding a pen in her hand.

Tang Yan raised his eyes slightly.

"Good. He said with a chuckle.

The girl hurriedly handed her the pen excitedly, and Tang Yan smiled: "Where is the sign-in?"

The girl suddenly turned around and pulled her curly blonde hair up, revealing her beautiful collarbones, as well as a plump bust and a plump spring glow looming on a low-cut T-shirt.

Just check it out here.

She looked at Tang Yan, pointed to her collarbone, and said with an ambiguous gaze.

Tang Yan just smiled, took the pen, and signed his name.

This action drew screams from the other girls.

Not to be outdone, a girl came up and asked in a surprising voice, "Anyle, do you have a girlfriend? Can I be your girlfriend?"

Tang Yan smiled, he had long been accustomed to the enthusiasm of foreign girls, and replied directly as well: "I'm sorry, I'm ...... Pregnant. ”

"Yes, but I've heard from the blacks that you're single......," the girl said with a look of disappointment.

The other girls couldn't help but show their disappointment.

Tang Yan's gaze looked at the playground in the distance.

Some of the boys were playing basketball.

His gaze seemed to see another century.

He thought of a simple, yet lovely face.

His gaze became a little gentle, and he said, "She's not here, but I think I'll go to her someday." ”

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