Didn't hear any response from the gentleman and didn't see any movement from him.

The driver thought that he was going to continue to be indifferent, but he heard his voice with a bit of abruptness.

"Which is more valuable, a healthy physique or a life?"

The driver did not answer. Sir is always like this, saying something contradictory.

Isn't a healthy physique and life equally important?

The driver was a little anxious, and the husband's health was not good, especially in such weather, and his physique would become worse than usual.

But he knew that he couldn't persuade Mr., and the only one who could persuade Mr. was Mr. Lan.

I don't know if Mr. Lan is in trouble and hasn't come back after going for so long.

Finally, in the anxious anticipation of the driver, the person who should have come finally came.

Looking at the people who got out of the car, his long silver hair fell like an angel in his expectation, and the driver burst into tears.

"Mr. Lan, please persuade Mr. quickly, he has been standing outside for a long time." The driver said, handing the umbrella in his hand to the visitor.

Lan Jin, Liang Jueai's assistant and personal doctor, is also the only close friend.

When he heard the driver's drawing, he frowned unhappily, took the umbrella in the driver's hand, and walked to Liang Jueai's side.

Liang Jueai felt that her vision was blocked, and she glared at Lan Jin unhappily, complaining silently.

Lan Jin looked at him with a smile, his eyelashes were stained with fine beads of mist, which made his already good-looking handsome face a little more pity.

He was a head taller than Liang Jueai, and when he touched Liang Jueai's complaining eyes, he raised his hand to wipe the fog beads from his eyelashes.

"Men don't be like that, flattering."

Liang Jue choked and raised his foot and kicked towards Lan Jin.

It's a pity that it was dodged.

Lan Jin dragged him into the house and asked him to take a medicinal bath.

But Liang Jue's love looked indifferent, as if he was not indifferent when he was unwell.

"Don't make trouble, if you don't condition your body, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive even summer. What's more, Fuxi has just entered winter, and you can at least wait until it is summer. ”

Under the threat of Lan Jin, Liang Jue snorted coldly and got into the bathtub he had prepared.

Today's medicine seems to be unusual, as if it has pierced the bone marrow.

Liang Jueai only frowned slightly, and after persisting in the initial discomfort for more than ten seconds, she got used to it.

However, seeing that he had adapted to the pain so quickly, Lan Jin's face was not as relaxed as before.

"Does it hurt? This time the dose is huge. ”

"It hurts...... Well, it probably hurts. ”

Hearing Liang Jue's whispering, Lan Jin sighed, didn't want to look at him anymore, turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

The sound of closing the door was a little loud, and Liang Jueai's eyes that had just closed opened again, and she looked at the door for three seconds with a faint expression, and then closed her eyes again.

The medicinal bath seems to be doped with hallucinogenic drugs, which makes Liang Jueai fall into a fantasy world.

That is the secret he buried in the deepest part of his heart, and it is also the only ray of sunshine that supports him from hell to the world, and the only trace of warmth that he remains in the world.

In what year, he finally escaped from the clutches.

However, he still had nowhere to go, and in order to prevent people from finding him and being arrested, he could only hide in the dirtiest garbage heap in Nanqiao.

Where there are many beggars, even a child, they are stronger than him. He couldn't grab food.

"I'll give it to you."

He thought that he might have gone to another world, a world with angels.

The beautiful angel was holding hot ravioli and giving it to him.

Maybe I've been hungry in the original world for too long, and my eyes can't see clearly.

I can't see the angel's appearance clearly, I can only hear her voice, she should be a beautiful female angel.

But the angel was soon gone, and he only had time to catch a glimpse of her long hair.

The pale golden waves resemble a wheat field in June.