Jun Xiang slapped his head and let out a sigh of relief, "There is indeed such a thing, it is estimated that I will go to the People's Hospital early tomorrow morning to save someone?" ”

"Who?"

"Xu Molian's wife!"

"Jun Xiang, you owe me a favor!"

"Doodoo ......"

"Hey, hey, hey...... I haven't finished talking yet, Mu Jinchen, when did you become so rude? I'm Kao, what's the matter with me saving Xu Molian's wife? Why do I owe favors? ”

It's a shame that he said him so high-mindedly just now, the Bodhisattva is hearty, why should he owe favors to save other people's wives? It doesn't make sense, does it?

Jun Dashao still hurriedly called Xu Molian to report the situation.

Xu Molian naturally thanked her repeatedly.

Jun Da Shao was verbose, and hurriedly ran back to the bed to hug his wife.

And, on the other end of the phone.

Mu Jinchen called Dean Xiao, the old rule, asking the hospital to give people a breath of relief no matter what, until the medical team arrives tomorrow.

The sleeping Musou also heard the phone ringing when he was half-asleep and half-awake, and asked with a pout, "Who?" ”

Mu Jinchen possessed and kissed her, and stroked her back with his big hand, "It's okay, Jun Xiang wishes us a happy New Year." ”

Wushuang pouted again, as if remembering something, and muttered, "Mr. Mu, Happy New Year......"

Mu Jinchen imprinted a kiss on his wife's forehead, "Happy New Year, my love......"

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The young couple in the hospital is not so sweet, and when they were rescued in the hospital for the New Year, Xu Molian didn't dare to tell her father, she originally thought that she would be able to celebrate the New Year happily as a family this year.

I don't know......

Xu Molian clenched her fists again, and her scarlet eyes looked at the light box above the operating room.

Many images flashed through his mind, starting from his first encounter with Ling Xi'er.

At that time, they were still in middle school, and there was a basketball friendship game, Xu Molian led the team to her high school, and when he intercepted the opponent's layup, he slapped the basketball aside, and it happened to hit the passing school flower.

And the school flower of the school at that time was seventeen-year-old Ling Xi'er, and the beautiful love story began like this......

It was his first love.

Pure first love is always beautiful, they are like all lovers in honey, holding hands and walking through every inch of scenery, except for the last step, doing the most intimate act between all couples.

Everything is so logical, it is okay, and she will get married when she graduates from college.

Perhaps, it is difficult for a love that is too smooth to end well.

Han Beijue's appearance finally broke this peace, he believed in her so much, and devoted himself to her, in the end he was betrayed.

He has always felt that love is a kind of faith, just like his parents, her mother was in her forties, his father still treated his mother as before, and finally, his mother sent him into this world with her life, and his father did not resent him, but raised him with his heart and taught him what true love is......

Ling Xi'er broke his faith, he was still willing to give her one last chance, he didn't know, but he still held the wedding as scheduled, if she showed up and the wedding continued, he would use his actions to prove that he was worthy of her love, love, and treat her as before.

As a result, he waited until the last moment and she did not show up.

When they met again, she was already a cold corpse, or did he watch her disappear little by little......

Does he hate her?

Hate!

Since then, he no longer trusts women, and the more beautiful women are, the more they can lie and deceive.

Can you play, tempting?

No way!

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