He slept so deeply that no one could wake him up......

He seemed to hear Wilson's voice, heard the music on his phone, his body was heavy, and he wanted to get up, but he was defeated by his physical strength.

【Ximen Longting, Ximen Longting ......】

He heard Jing Jiaren calling him, but his body was frozen, and he couldn't open his eyes.

Simon Longting was full of violence, clenching his fists tightly, trying to catch her.

But the shadow flashed like a streamer in his dream.

[Forget it, let him get a good night's sleep.] 】

[Simon Longting, you sleep peacefully, I will accompany you. 】

……

In the morning, a strong light pierced, and Simon Longting finally woke up like a sleeping lion.

A nurse stood at the window and pulled the curtain, seeing that Ximen Longting woke up, and immediately became nervous: "The doctor said to open the window to breathe." ”

Simon Longting suddenly looked at the chair, empty.

He vaguely sensed that Jing Jiaren was sitting in that chair and looking at him last night.

He struggled to lift half of his body and fell back.

The body is spewing fire, and his whole resistance has begun to decline since stomach cancer, which is another high fever?

Yesterday it rained, and suddenly the sky changed, and he just blew a little wind.

The corners of his mouth grinned cruelly, he could become so weak and couldn't help but be wind-

As the condition worsens, the body will become weaker and weaker, and the physical fitness will deteriorate, and a series of complications will follow.

The resistance is weak, and a little illness can easily attack ~ fall.

Simon Longting seemed to have some kind of induction, and his eyes suddenly fell on the sofa, and a woman's coat was placed......

"Bring me the dress!"

The nurse lowered some curtains so that too much glare came in.

Taking the coat over, Ximen Longting sniffed deeply and smelled the scent of Jing Jiaren.

Last night's perception was not a dream, she returned......

Gone again?!

Ximen Longting pulled out the infusion needle, staggered out of bed, and the nurse retreated far away: "You are on an infusion, you can't get out of bed." ”

"Where's she?"

The nurse looked dazed.

"Wilson!" He shouted, but no one answered.

Damn, the phone dialed and the other party didn't answer.

Ximen Longting grabbed Jing Jiaren's clothes and opened the door of the ward and walked out, and the bodyguards guarding the door hurriedly followed him.

Ximen Longting was barefoot, walking forward while making a phone call, one hand still tightly clutching Jing Jiaren's coat......

For fear of slowing down, she left.

Simon Longting rushed out of the elevator like a headless fly, causing a lot of shock.

As soon as he walked out of the hospital, he saw a figure in the open space with his back to him, talking to Wilson.

Simon Longting pushed aside the pedestrians who were in the way and walked over at a faster pace.

Wilson felt murderous, looked up and saw Simon Longting first, and said something.

The figure was slightly startled and turned around.

Jing Jiaren stood in the sun, her face was dizzy from the strong light, she couldn't see her facial features clearly, and she only had a vague outline.

It was as if her body was transparent and would disappear with the bright light at any moment.

Ximen Longting rushed in front of her, and the hand that was about to be stretched out froze in mid-air, suddenly afraid that what he was holding was just a ball of air!

"Ximen Longting, why did you come out disheveled?"

Jing Jiaren squinted slightly: "You haven't put on shoes yet?" ”

Simon Longting's red eyes glared at her tightly, and swept her into his arms suddenly.

Her breath and fragrance entered his nose.

He hugged her tightly, and the real touch filled his empty heart: "Dead woman, be caught by me!" ”