Wang Hongyue didn't know that more than half of the reason why Tian Cuicui was emotionally strong and unstable was because she knew that Chu Zhenyan was not burned to death at all. However, she was bent on calculating Chu Zhenyan, but it ended up like this.

This is an important reason for Tian Cuicui's emotional instability.

Chu Zhenyan nodded thoughtfully. Just as she was talking, she followed Wang Hongyue into the hospital.

Before entering the door, Wang Hongyue said in a voice: "If you go to see her, she may not wake up."

"That's good. I'm just coming to see. Chu Zhenyan followed Wang Hongyue into the room, and her eyes quickly fell on Tian Cuicui's bed.

Her eyes are closed, her lips are pale, and her face is haggard, and even though her eyes are closed, you can see that she has lost her vitality.

She was still sleeping and didn't wake up.

Chu Zhenyan stood beside her bedside with a bright red wound on her arm.

At this time, no one came to see Tian Cuicui. Her boyfriend, Niu Jianwei, is still in the cafeteria. The wards used to be a little cold and quiet, but now they are even more desolate.

Chu Zhenyan was about to approach the past, Tian Cuicui suddenly frowned on the hospital bed, and the pain from her arm made her facial expression twitch.

The eyes under the eyelids moved, and suddenly they opened.

Her vision blurred several times before she realized someone standing by her bedside. The pain in her arm made Tian Cuicui gasp.

The scene in front of me gradually became clearer.

When she clearly saw the person standing next to her bed, the whole person was almost half elastic.

"Ah......h

Tian Cuicui smiled and said, "Chu Zhenyan!"

Tian Cuicui looked at Chu Zhenyan who was standing in front of her intact, and couldn't wait to rush up and tear her face!

Chu Zhenyan saw that Tian Cuicui's mood was already excited. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Hasn't Tian Cuicui always been good at acting? Chu Zhenyan smiled softly at her and comforted her, "Cuicui, don't move." If you touch the wound, it will go bad. You have to be strong..."

After saying this, Chu Zhenyan couldn't help but sin.

But it was not her who was even more disgusting and uncomfortable, but Tian Cuicui.

Tian Cuicui's eyes turned red. She had a drop on her other arm, restricting her movements. The burning heat of her arms nearly drained her strength.

But there is another point, which is Chu Zhenyan's voice.

Tomorrow is the choir competition. Chu Zhenyan's voice was destroyed!

Tian Cuicui gritted her teeth and endured the pain: "Zhenyan, aren't you going to participate in the chorus competition tomorrow?"

The most unexpected thing for Chu Zhenyan was that Tian Cui Cuifei was trying her best to destroy her choir. She's just a temporary worker. After the chorus ended, she stopped dealing with the Cultural Troupe.

Does Tian Cuicui think that if the handicraft choir succeeds, she will be transferred to become a formal propaganda staff member?

Chu Zhenyan's lips puffed out slightly, and she whispered, "It's okay." It doesn't affect. ”

An inconsequential word will not affect it, it is enough to make Tian Cuicui collapse.

Tian Cuicui, who was originally haggard, suddenly turned pale. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she glared at Chu Zhenyan angrily: "You ......"

Tian Cuicui was so angry that she couldn't say a word.

But she didn't like it!

She didn't want to do this, so she ended it like this, but Chu Zhenyan was still standing there, smiling brightly.

Tian Cuicui bit her lower lip tightly. The resentment and colic in her heart outweighed the pain of the burns on her arm.

She didn't speak, she lay down slowly, her eyes staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, not saying a word, but thinking about how to fight back against the Jedi.

She didn't want to, and couldn't be, to make Chu Zhenyan so happy!

Tian Cuicui did not speak. Chu Zhenyan raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Cuicui, you have to take good care of yourself. The propaganda section is rehearsing, so I won't disturb you to rest. She said very slowly, ignoring Tian Cuicui's answer, and left.