She grabbed the arm of the doctor next to her tightly and began to speak incoherently: "Shen Mo, I don't want to hurt you, you forced me." Her voice was getting quieter and quieter, her hair was messy, and her features were completely hideous.

It's hell to go.

"Isn't this Professor Song from your school?" Someone is whispering.

"It's her, she gave me a failed course last time."

"Didn't you say she was good before? Why did you suddenly go crazy, but who is Shen Mo? ”

"It doesn't matter who she is, I have to post this video in the group, last time because I didn't say hello to her, I could have floated by, but she gave me a 59.5."

……

Jiang Yue listened to their conversation with a smile, and when she raised her eyes, her eyes were still red, she sobbed, ran over quickly, and whispered to the doctor, "Doctor, what's going on with Professor Song?" She was talking and laughing with me just now......"

Her eyes were red, like an aggrieved bunny.

People can't help it, they want to touch her head and comfort her.

"It's you, you brought the ghost, no, you are Shen Mo reincarnated, yes, you must be Shen Mo." Song Lina suddenly pointed at Jiang Yue and shouted.

Listen, how funny it is, reincarnation???

Crazy crazy, a college professor is crazy and full of gibberish.

Jiang Yue seemed to be taken aback, her tears fell down at once, her apricot eyes drooped slightly, her eyelashes trembled, with indescribable fear and caution.

She hid behind the doctor, and her voice was completely dyed with crying: "Professor Song, how did you become like this, if beating me and scolding me can make you better, I can really do anything." ”

One is the crazy Professor Song.

One is a poor girl.

Jiang October's words made the melon-eating masses want to shed tears.

Alas, what a kind little girl.

The doctor patted her on the shoulder soothingly, and the others forcibly took Professor Song back to the ward, the identities of the patients on this floor are very special, and they can't let the crazy Song Lina disturb them.

Song Lina turned her head, she looked at Jiang Shiyue, who was close at hand, and yelled frantically: "You must be Shen Mo!" ”

But at the end of the sentence, she suddenly stopped.

Jiang Shiyue's slender figure stood quietly, her eyes seemed to be filled with tears, but at an angle that only Song Lina could see, the corners of her mouth hooked, and she said in a voice that only two people could hear: "How can I be Shen Mo, Shen Mo She is in your heart now." ”

……

Towering mansions.

The topmost layer.

Fu Qinghan was sitting at his desk, behind him was a huge glass window, the blue sky and white clouds were reflected behind him, and everything seemed extraordinarily peaceful.

He lowered his eyes and flipped through the documents in his hand, his dark suit outlined his long figure, his clear eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, and his gold-rimmed glasses just right to hide his cold temperature.

The slender fingers held the pen, the plain ink left traces, the rustling sound crossed the white paper, and the air was quiet, as if it completely isolated the traffic outside the glass window.

But soon, this subtle and beautiful silence was shattered.

"Second son, people, we found it, although there is no problem with his physical examination now, he is still in a coma." Fu Qinghan's secretary Song Junhao walked in, his hands clasped together, and his attitude was extremely respectful.