Give you youth to bury my love

Lu Heng has been calling Ji Han, fearing that his phone will run out of battery, the clerk kindly brought him a charging cable.

The cold notification tone echoed repeatedly in the phone, Lu Heng seemed to have never heard it, and just mechanically stubbornly called Ji Han's number over and over again.

With him, Ji Han never kept his promise.

Lu Heng couldn't remember how many times Ji Han released his pigeons.

But today is different.

No matter what, Ji Han shouldn't miss his appointment today.

He didn't know what kind of pressure Lu Heng was waiting for him, and he didn't know how long Lu Heng had been waiting for him with what kind of joy.

This is a good deal from the beginning. If he doesn't come, how can Lu Heng willingly give away his cornea? ?

Ji Han, answer the phone!

In the luxurious villa bedroom, heavy breathing intertwined and entwined, and the luxurious big bed creaked.

Sweat fused with sweat, body temperature and heartbeat gradually became the same, the temperature in the confined space was rising steadily, and no one had time to pay attention to the buzzing vibration of the mobile phone dropped on the soft carpet and the power was exhausted.

"Do you still want a divorce?"

"..."

"Baby, do you still want a divorce?"

"Well...leave!"

As the words fell, the creaking sound became louder and louder.

In this game, both of them were exhausted in the end, and neither of them won.

Without even taking a bath, Ji Han hugged Guan Xing and fell into a deep sleep, but woke up suddenly with palpitations in the middle of the night.

Ji Han frowned, got up to pour some water, and stepped on the phone that fell on the ground.

Lu Heng!

As soon as this name came out, the palpitations became more and more obvious, Ji Han quickly charged the phone and turned it on.

As soon as it was turned on, more than 200 missed calls rushed out, Ji Han immediately called back, but no one answered.

In addition to the missed call, there is another message, click to open it, it is a text message distributed at 00:00, there is only one sentence: Third brother, I won't wait for you.

Frowning, Ji Han called the manager of the restaurant.

The phone was dialed twice before it was connected, and the manager's sleepy voice came: "Hello, Third Young Master, what can I do?"

"Is Lu Heng still in the restaurant?"

"Mr. Lu left with his friend at twelve o'clock."

gone.

Ji Han breathed a sigh of relief, hung up the phone, still restless, after thinking about it, Ji Han sent a text message back to Lu Heng: Tomorrow I will pick you up and make up for your birthday.

As soon as he clicked send, a call popped in. It was from Guan Xing's attending doctor. Ji Han's fingertips trembled inexplicably before he pressed it through.

"Hello, Doctor Ji."

"Third Young Master, the donor has sent the cornea to the hospital, and it can be transplanted to Mr. Guan tomorrow!"

"What did you say? Whose cornea are you talking about?" Ji Han's head was a little dizzy, and the doctor was puzzled: "Mr. Lu Heng's cornea, don't you know, San Shao?"

"Where's Lu Heng?"

"Mr. Lu Heng... passed away an hour ago."

The black luxury car drove into the night like a black panther from the garage of the villa, with the roar of the accelerator.

Half an hour later, under a viaduct on the Third Ring Road, a black luxury car was rear-ended by a truck. The black luxury car hit the roadside green belt.

The driver's seat of the black luxury car is extremely distorted and deformed, and the person in the driver's seat can be vaguely seen falling into a coma covered in blood.

Five months later.

"Our station reported that the late-night car accident of the third young master of the Ji family was solved today. It turned out that the eldest son of the He family hired a murderer to kill him. The escaped driver has been arrested and brought to justice. The youngest son of the He family has also been detained by the police. A public trial will be held soon..."

The sound of the radio report stopped abruptly. The driver stopped the car and turned to the humanity in the back seat: "Sir, we are here."