The Wife of Wife: The President of the Star

She couldn't see his expression clearly, but she could tell from his slightly trembling shoulders and back that he was very uncomfortable now.

was killed by her.

In order to hurry up, he didn't eat much before going out in the morning. After listening to what Pei Zhanzhan said just now, he couldn't eat at all. Although he vomited heartbreakingly, he couldn't vomit anything at all.

He fumbled and pulled a piece of paper in the tissue box, and wiped the sweat from his head.

What is it like to like a doctor?That's probably the case, he knew that what she was going to talk about would make him uncomfortable, but seeing how she smiled at him with chopsticks just now, and seeing that she would only open up the conversation when talking about these things, he would rather Be patient and listen to her.

He flushed the toilet and took a few deep breaths, feeling the nausea still lingering.

But he still patted his face and turned to leave the bathroom.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Pei Zhanzhan standing on the sidelines not far away.

His heart suddenly went cold.

He didn't close the door. She saw him vomiting and knew he was suffering, but she just watched coldly, didn't step forward to pat his back to wipe his sweat, didn't ask him "Are you okay" with concern, no Concerned about whether he vomited badly, she didn't step forward to support him, and she didn't even have the will to take one more step this way.

Comparing her attitude towards Gu Mingxi, he only felt a chill rising from his feet to the top of his head, and even shivered.

He went to the sink to wash his hands, cursing himself silently.

Lando, oh Lando, you're fucking cheap!Too cheap!

From the time we met today, she never asked him how he was doing, and never expressed interest in anything about him.

He hasn't been doing well lately, very badly.

Three rounds of the new season have passed, and he has not been included in the squad.

He didn't know if it was because the head coach Yin Bo looked down on him, or if the senior management instructed him not to use him.

He would rather believe it was the latter.

Because his ability is obvious to all, his performance in training is also enough to conquer the coach.

But if it was the latter, he would be even more desperate.

If he can make the big list, even if he doesn't make it to the starting lineup, he can still have a chance to perform on the court when the starting central defender is injured or sent off, but now he can't even make the list at all, and he can't even prove himself. nothing.

When his teammates go to play away games, he can only stay at home, and when his teammates are playing at home, he can only continue to stay at home or go to the stands.

He couldn't make the big roster without injuries, and he felt that he didn't have the face to watch the game.

Could it be that this situation is really going to continue until the transfer period in the middle of the season?Is it really over to force him away?

He didn't get a word of comfort from her.

Not even a word of consolation.

Frustrated twice in the field of love, probably no one will be more miserable than him.

He turned his head, kept a distance of two meters from her, and asked her, "How long have you and your patient known each other?"

His voice is a little hoarse, and his voice is not quite like his usual.

"It's the first time he called my number today, and you'll get his number after you go out."

He slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and gave a slightly bitter and mocking smile: "Very good! Pei Zhanzhan! I just realized that in your heart, I am far inferior to a stranger I just met!"

"Think whatever you want!" Her voice was calm, without a trace of emotion.

Lando slapped the hand sanitizer bottle, the box containing the comb and the hair dryer on the washstand to the floor, feeling puzzled, and was still searching for something on the counter that could be used to vent.