I don't know what else was said on the phone over there.

Finally, Yunying hung up the phone, and his face on the screen was full of heaviness.

"Ugh."

Cloud Shadow sighed.

With great difficulty, he stood up, walked to the bedside, and picked up a paper bag that had rested on the bedside table.

The SG icon is eye-catching.

It contains a patient gown that was changed yesterday.

Doctor Ji asked Yunying to go to the hospital for another examination, but she couldn't refuse, so she could only agree.

I happened to take the patient's gown back to the hospital for treatment.

Cloud Shadow was very reluctant to go out, and the little goddess of love who was watching step by step wanted to press a few tires under the host's feet.

Really don't understand the host very well.

If you don't want to, why go for it.

"You won't understand the world." Cloud Shadow's tone was full of vicissitudes.

Little Eros: .......

Drama Spirit!

Yunying walked out of the door with a decadent temperament.

The warm morning sun sprinkled on her body couldn't solve the faint melancholy on her body.

Pedestrians passing by stopped for a moment.

There is no way, Yun Ying's melancholy aura is too strong, and if you go a little further, you can feel the suffocating low pressure.

#突如其来的忧伤#

All this just because of going to the hospital?

No kidding!

It's not like the host hasn't been there before.

Little Eros is full of question marks on her face, and she doesn't know which play the host is playing.

*

Yunying went to the hospital to go around the street of the food street.

Have a breakfast before going to the hospital.

- That's what she thought at first.

Right now.

"Mom, what is that sister doing?"

"Don't look, baby. Mom takes you somewhere else to eat. ”

"This person is sick in the brain, don't you feel ashamed to make such a move?"

"It's really spicy, and the people in the café don't come out to take care of it?"

A café on the food street with a man lying on his stomach in the glass window.

Lie on your stomach in a position similar to *.

The people around looked at the man and pointed at him.

Little Eros felt a fire burning in her face in the space.

Stretching out his hand to cover his face, [Host, pay attention to the image. 】

Its face is almost lost to its host.

Yun Ying sent a beggar like a little eros, "I didn't get in the way of others, don't bother me." ”

The words fell, and continued to maintain the appearance that made the little god of love ashamed.

Lying on the glass with both hands, a pair of eyes wide open, staring at a certain point, dark jade-like eyes, emitting light.

There's no obstacle to this, the host is simply affecting the city's appearance!

The little god of love wants to cry without tears, [Host, you will scare the male god like this.] 】

Mo Yuan was wearing a black suit, with his slender legs folded, sitting on a small sofa, holding a newspaper in one hand and sipping coffee in the other.

The jointed fingers are slender and white, and each one is carefully carved.

Gently placed on the table, noble and lazy.

The dim light shone from the side, setting off the slight side of his eyes.

Unaffected by the outside world, keep your eyes on the words of the newspaper.

Serious and indifferent.

The indifferent and noble aura is natural.

He's like a luminous body.

The striking and detached rejection seemed to separate him from the others in a deep gulf.

One is the gods of heaven, which can only be viewed from afar, and cannot be played with.

Others are ordinary mortals, mediocre and incompetent, as small as a building.

Yunying was attracted by this scenery when he went to the street.

And then there was no then.

Cloud Shadow was lying on the glass window, domineeringly blocking the gaze of others.

She was the only one to watch, and her eyes were straight away.

Really—so handsome!