Chapter 332: Qiao Hengyu who woke up

also said that the pair of CPs he was a fan of were brothers, and both of them were ugly.

It's really tolerable, it's unbearable.

The head can be broken, the blood can be shed, the idol cannot be black, and the cp is the essence.

Geng Wenyu has now figured it out, from today onwards, Gu Sinan, a stinky boy, will die, this kind of man wants whoever wants it, anyway, she is not rare.

She really understands why Jian Yiyi doesn't like Gu Sinan now, I'm sorry, this kind of man should always be a person, lonely for the rest of his life.

And when she first returned to China, how could she think that Gu Sinan was a very good boy, usually her vision is not low, illusions, they are all illusions.

Geng Wenyu took a few deep breaths of cool air, faced the cold wind in the park, and ate a whole ice cream, and the fire in his heart went down.

Then she stood up, clapped her hands, and picked up the little bag that she had put aside, she still had to go to the hospital.

Although she doesn't plan to continue to look at Gu Sinan, a stinky man, and get angry in her future life, she still needs to have a good relationship with the Gu family.

……

At night, Qiao Yuheng opened his eyes, and now looked around the room, and then raised his hand to look at his own hand.

"Yu Heng, Yu Heng, you woke up, is there anything uncomfortable?" Qiao's mother's voice came.

Qiao Yuheng had a feeling like being struck by lightning, and he looked at Qiao's mother in disbelief.

"Mom?"

Qiao's mother burst into tears, "Alas, I'm here, I'm here." ”

Qiao Yuheng wanted to move, but found that he couldn't sit up, he couldn't even turn over, and he didn't even feel it with one hand.

Qiao's mother hurriedly stopped Qiao Yuheng's movements, "It's okay, don't move, you are not in good health now, lie here quietly, I am here." ”

Suddenly, Qiao's mother realized a very serious question, "Yu Heng, you still remember me!" ”

Qiao Yuheng's chest began to rise and fall violently, obviously very excited, and there was something wrong with the mood, but obviously Qiao's mother, who was in ecstasy, obviously didn't notice this.

Qiao Yuheng spoke, "Mom, you are my mother, of course I won't forget." ”

Qiao's mother hurriedly said, "Do you remember your father, your uncle, your grandmother and grandfather, remember Gu Sinan and Zhan Chengyan?" ”

Qiao Yuheng nodded, his eyes were nostalgic, and he looked at Qiao's mother tightly and said, "I remember everything." ”

After saying anything more, he lay on the bed and closed his eyes as if he had lost his strength.

Qiao's mother covered her mouth, and tears fell down, "You woke up once this morning, you didn't care if any of us called you, I thought you had amnesia because of a car accident." It's, it's great. ”

Qiao's mother hugged Qiao Yuheng and began to cry, Qiao Yuheng obviously recovered, "I'm fine, Mom, I'm fine." ”

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, and it was Qiao's father who came over, and after seeing Qiao Yuheng wake up, he hurriedly took a few steps forward.

Qiao Yuheng looked at his father, there was obviously a serious redness in his father's eyes, it was obvious that he hadn't rested for a long time.

Qiao Yuheng moved the corners of his mouth, "Dad." ”

Father Qiao's expression was obviously excited at first, and then he added a stern voice, "Qiao Yuheng, you are really amazing, how do I usually educate you, how old are you, and you go directly to the middle of the runway to play prestige, heroic, you are really amazing." ”

Qiao's mother glared at Qiao's father, "You are trying to speak loudly, I just woke up and you said this, and this matter is not my son's fault, can he have predicted it in advance when he was hit by a car?" ”

After being said a few words by Qiao's mother, Qiao's father didn't say anything, just sat on the side, and looked at Qiao Yuheng without blinking.

At this time, the young man who was standing outside the door and came with Qiao's father was very embarrassed, and suddenly saw the boss and the boss's wife arguing? Online, waiting.