But for the Qing, never lovesick + extra

The thunderbolt hit his heart, Du Qing nervously retracted the hand holding Zheng Yang, clenched his fist secretly, arousing panic at a level that Zheng Fan couldn't see.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Yang felt something wrong, so he stretched out his hand to catch her.

Du Qing bit the tip of his tongue, felt the pain, calmed down a bit, suppressed the panic, and replied slowly: "I contacted Xiao Liu."

Zheng Yang unconsciously exerted force on his hand, and tilted his head to listen to her.

During the moment of hesitation, Du Qing had already arranged a reasonable white lie, "Just yesterday... her mobile phone was connected, but you insisted on giving me the mobile phone, and said to cut off contact...she answered. I got off the phone, and I pestered her to ask, and she said you were here."

She boasted that what she said was reasonable, she concealed Zheng Fan's thrilling experience, and even erased the traces of Jin Yan.

Zheng Yang lowered his head and remained silent.

Du Qing thought for a while, grabbed her arm, and decided to break the casserole and ask the end: "Where did you go a few days ago? Why did you go to them and hurt like this!"

Zheng Yang raised his head suddenly, apparently startled, and was about to speak when he inadvertently tilted his head. There was a sound in the distance, she must have heard it right, and vague expectations suddenly surged in his heart.

Du Qing didn't care about those things, and asked her anxiously, "They didn't tell me, where are you hurt?"

There were footsteps going back to other places, while sighing, Zheng Fan straightened his mind, shook his head slightly, and smiled at her with a suppressed voice, "Only these few places, nothing more."

"Impossible!" Du Qing turned up his voice, unwilling to let go, "You must be lying to me! Where do you need an IV for a broken bone!"

"That's because..." Zheng Yang subconsciously shook his head, and felt dizzy again uncontrollably, he lowered his head for a while.

"What's wrong? Headache?" Du Qing was also anxious, "Let's go back."

"I want to sit for a while..." Zheng Yang pulled out his hand and pressed his forehead.

Du Qing embraced her, anxious not knowing what to do, "Should we call the doctor?"

Zheng Yang shook his head, unable to stop him from running away.

Du Qing ran along the corridor and looked around, walked through half of the corridor, and rushed to the nurse's desk as if seeing a savior.

After asking, he went straight to the end of the corridor and knocked on the door of the doctor's office out of breath.

The door was knocked several times, Jin Yan frowned, got off the sofa and stood up.

The door swung open, exuding the impatience of the person who opened it.

"You, why are you here? Didn't you just leave?" Du Qing covered his mouth in shock and leaned back.

Jin Yan raised the corners of his mouth indifferently, his face covered with frost, "What are you doing here?" Jin Chuan went out to buy lunch, and managed to concentrate on it alone. How can you not be annoyed when Bao disturbs you?

"I, come to see the doctor." Du Qing opened his mouth, and the words that came out were inexplicably less imposing.

Hurry to find a doctor.Shen Mou, figured out the cause and effect, and walked out quickly.

"Hey!" Du Qing glanced at the door, seeing that there was no one else there, he quickly followed her and asked anxiously, "Where is the doctor?"

"What's wrong with her?" Jin Yan glanced over.

"Headache." Du Qing replied honestly, and then, after the man jumped out, he realized something was wrong and ran to catch up.

In the corridor, where the sun can't reach, shadows spread.

Someone was sitting in the shadows, bowed, curled up on the bench, with arms bent and head covered, rigidly covering up all expressions.

Without even thinking about it, Jin Yan rushed towards her, half-kneeled in front of her, stretched out his hand, forced her to lift her face, and asked impatiently: "Who made you walk around!"

Zheng Yang was startled suddenly, raised his head, faced the unbelievable face bursting with anger, bent his lips uncontrollably, stretched his empty palms towards nothingness, and traced her face in the air,

Goodbye in the sun, and half a year later, she was full of joy, and unknowingly sank into the curse of right and wrong... Jin Yan held out his hand, just like when Chuchu was facing the screen when he returned, he wanted to touch her face, feel her temperature and heart...

The half-open lips are tightly wrapped around many unspeakable things, those crazy longings or paranoid love, under the pressure of reason, they are broken and difficult to distinguish.

Jin Yan bit the root of his tongue fiercely, before the rust spread, he wrapped up those useless pasts and swallowed them alive, staring lightly at Zheng Yang's frail appearance, unable to tell his true or false sense of loss.

"Fourth Sister!" Du Qing rushed to him, pushed Jin Yan away, threw himself into Zheng Yang's arms, and sobbed aggrievedly, "I didn't find a doctor."

"It's okay." Zheng Yang squeezed out a smile, reached on top of her head, and stroked her a few times.

Jin Yan raised his arms and watched coldly, seeing the tenderness and tenderness from the person she cared about most before, whom she once lusted after but never got close to, and who might belong to others forever, and thought that her heart was as numb as dead ashes, even for a moment The resentment and dissatisfaction were stirred up for a while, and she was not given a chance to suppress it, and it spread like a disaster. The monstrous heat wave suddenly swept across, and the steaming heat went to the brain, cutting off all the consciousness related to reason.

Controlled by gushing evil thoughts, she stepped forward and put on a sharp offensive, intending to destroy the so-called warmth and affection that stood in the way of her eyes.

"You're really biased. When you focus on what's in front of you, you forget about everyone else." Jin Yan smiled, pouring out sharp thorns, "Cold-hearted...I really saw you right."

His body froze, Zheng Yang turned his head in a daze, "What did you say?"

In the blink of an eye, I looked at people all over, the bruised pinhole on the back of her right hand, her left arm surrounded by plaster bandages, the thick layer of gauze behind her head... Suppressing all the trash emotions that came out for no reason, she sneered , "You don't care about Yun Yi and the others. After all, you are very skilled in playing with them before giving up...but you can't..."

Zheng Yang didn't wait for her to finish speaking, grabbed the hem of her shirt as she wished, and stood up in horror, "What's wrong with him?!"

Tremolo contains too much.Jin Yan savored the product carefully, found out the panic and uneasiness in it as he wished, smiled slyly, and followed the words that seemed to be comforting, "Don't worry, Fourth Sister, you don't care about Afan, I don't care about it." Will..." Seeing her pale and suspicious face, she felt happy, and continued: "We were all planning for the wedding..." He sighed again, "I will definitely send Ah San and the others to protect him... I promise you Guaranteed, this will never happen again.”

Drowsy and palpitations, Zheng Yang stood on the cusp of the storm with his obsession, but suddenly his faith collapsed, and he was hopelessly drawn out to kill his soul.

Du Qing, who stood up with her, was also full of disbelief. She suddenly thought of something and murmured, "So, what you said just now, what you want to find, is..."

Jin Yan smiled naturally, looked at the silent and pale-faced person beside him, "Zheng Fan, my boyfriend."

"Afan", "Wedding", "Take care of him", "Protect him"... plus the light "My Boyfriend" at the end, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Zheng Yang's legs were weak, his eyes closed, and he fell into the doomsday of the earth cracking and the sky collapsing.

"Fourth Sister!" Du Qing fell to the ground, and managed to hug the fallen person in time. She struggled to stand up. Like the innocent culprit, "Are you satisfied this time? Please, love, so from now on, don't appear in front of her again!"

Jin Yan's eyes were out of focus, and his sleeping reason suddenly woke up. He turned around suddenly, and roared at the staggering figure who was accompanying him: "Impossible!"

The author has something to say: the word "black eyes" is not suitable for Zheng Yang, it has been replaced by

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A very insane and touching chapter...

But why did I write nearly [-] words and still didn't reach the paragraph that I had already drafted? !

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The agreed topic will be postponed again...

In the evening... the person who cut his palm and worked overtime with Band-Aids, can you ask for praise in a high-profile way~

Chapter 21

The bar in the daytime lost the warmth of the crowd and was wrapped in desertedness.

The sudden intrusion of several people could not wake up the breath soaked in indulgence and depression for a long time.

Based on his working instinct, Zhong Xin scanned the entire hall vigilantly, fixed his gaze on a group of people surrounded by the booths, and hurried over immediately.

When I approached the front, I drilled my eyes and looked around, and found familiar faces.

"Zheng Fan!"

After hearing the news, Yun Yi and Lin Bo, who were looking separately, gathered here.

Zheng Fan bent his back to this side, and Zhong Xin recognized him at a glance. In the depression, after all, the white color is still eye-catching.

She was filled with anger, and saw him limping towards him, with a forbearing look on his face, and his clenched fists froze by his side.

"Xiaofan!" Yun Yi rushed over and looked him up and down, "Did you fight someone? Where did you get hurt?"

At this moment, Lin Bo raised his eyes and scanned the surroundings. Among the gathered people, there were a few familiar to him. Everyone’s faces were more or less painted. The first aid kit was delivered, and someone helped stop the bleeding...

After Yun Yi finished speaking, he hurried forward and offered Zheng Fan his hand, "Let me help you take a look."