I Like to Bully My Childhood Sweetheart

And standing beside Wan Lilian was a young man.

He is very handsome and handsome, but his eyes also have a feeling of wanting to pierce everything.

In terms of temperament, Hei Yu is like a sharp sword, and Wan Lilian is like a cotton candy cutie.

Two people are two extremes.

"Hello, Auntie, I'm Wanli Lian who talked with you on the phone just now, next to me is Akari Kuroba, we are all younger sisters of Miura-senpai..." Wan Lilian saw Miura Ling and was able to confirm that she was Miura Lan's Mother.

He and Kuroba bowed slightly to Miura Ling.

"Hello, I'm Lan's mother, Miura Ling." Miura Ling also quickly returned the greeting.

"Lan was very happy when I heard that you were coming. I really appreciate that you are willing to come and visit..."

"It's okay, Auntie, we are also good friends with Miura-senpai, so we should come to visit." Wan Lilian said softly quickly.

And after a simple exchange of politeness, Wan Lilian soon dispelled many of Miura Ling's concerns about these two strangers through her innately strong affinity.

...

Hei Yu and Wan Lilian followed Miura Ling all the way to the deepest part of the corridor.

Just arrived in front of Miura Ai's ward.

Gently pull open the sliding door of the ward.

They saw Miura Ai who was lying on the bed at this time.

Miura Ai's complexion was exceptionally pale, it could even be said to be bloodless.

But when she saw Hei Yu and Wan Lilian coming in, her eyes lit up a little.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Heiyu, classmate Wanli~" Her voice was not loud at this time, but at least it was much better than yesterday when she was weak and had to wear a ventilator.

"Senior Miura..." Wan Lilian noticed Miura Lan's left leg as soon as he entered the door.

There are mechanical auxiliary racks, and ointments and bandages are placed on the medical table beside it.

She groaned inwardly.

Judging by everything you've seen so far...

Miura-senpai...couldn't be...encountered in a car accident...?

"..." Kuroba looked at Miura Ai's smile, but felt a little disobedient.

Why, Miura Ai would give him a sense of "Chiyo Akane"?

... These two people are getting more and more alike? …

...

After placing a few bouquets of daffodils and sympathy items.

Miura Yosuke and Miura Aya also left the ward temporarily.

In order to leave space for the three of Kuroba to have a good conversation.

They could see that Miura Ai had a lot to say to Kuroba and Rei.

...

"Senior Miura...Are you...?" Wan Lilian sat beside Miura Lan, gently holding her somewhat cold hand, and asked with worried eyes.

Feeling Wanli Lian's sincere concern, Miura Lan felt a little more comfortable in her heart, she smiled lightly and shook her head, "It's nothing, it's just a small car accident."

"Compared to this, Kuroba-kun, that matter about Akane..."

than this?When Wan Lilian heard Miura Lan's topic change, he was a little confused...

Hei Yu was not surprised, he replied very calmly: "It has been negotiated."

He had just received a text message from Qian Daiqian, saying that the conversation went very smoothly.

If nothing else, it will be possible to appeal to Flash Library soon.

Just wait until the materials from the sincere blue legal department are ready.

"..."

After confirming what she cared about most, Miura Ai's expression became softer.

"Thank you, Kuroba-kun."

She thanked with a small smile.

"...I didn't actually do anything."

"So, Miura-senpai, don't you plan to tell us in detail, why did you become like this? And your left leg, what is it at the moment?" Kuroba's words were very direct, as if he didn't intend to tell us at all. Miura Ai's chance to evade, or change the subject.

Hearing this, Miura Ai was taken aback for a moment, and then looked a little helpless.

But under the pressure of Wan Lilian and Heiyu's eyes, she could only tell the whole story about what she experienced during this period.

The stamina of the anesthetic is almost over.Otherwise, it is probably unknown whether the language can be organized well to tell this complete story.

"... "