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Song Ling was temporarily out of danger, but suffered serious injuries to her shoulder bones. The doctor said that she needed to rest for a long time, and she would not be able to carry heavy objects in the future, or she might only be able to do this for the rest of her life.

Shen Zhao couldn't help but feel sad when she heard that, she took that shot because of her.

Song Ling comforted her with a smile, and said, "Just don't carry heavy objects, and there is no problem with eating and driving."

Wei Qiliang was involved in Xiang Jin's incident, and the police cracked the drug trafficking cases in Nancheng one after another.

In the end, Wei Qiliang also fell into the hands of Xiang Jin.

Through Xiang Jin, the police had already found out Wei Qiliang's hideout in Nancheng, but who would have thought that he would throw himself into a trap and come to Jiangcheng.When Chi Zhoubai reported the crime, the police did not know that Wei Qiliang was also in that factory.

Catching Wei Qiliang was unexpected.

There are anti-narcotics police all over Jiangcheng, and Wei Qiliang ran to Jiangcheng at this juncture, throwing himself into a trap.

At the same time, Jiaming also suffered a huge loss because of Xiang Jin.

Xiao Chengye's fingers were disabled, and he was addicted to drugs. His whole body was like a walking dead.When Su Yihan learned that there was a murder case on Xiang Jin's body, he was shocked and fell to the ground paralyzed.

In order to save Jia Ming, Xiang Jin was her last straw. She almost exhausted Jia Ming's last resources and funds, and signed dozens of contracts for Xiang Jin...

Now that Xiao Chengye has been destroyed, all the mess is on her head.

Jiaming is doomed to end...

And Xiang Jin was the last reminder.

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Winter is coming to an end, and the warmth and hope of spring are slowly coming.

Song Ling stayed in the hospital for more than two months, and she recovered very well. Shen Zhao accompanied her in the hospital every day to take care of her, just like when Song Ling took care of her before.

Between them, it seems that Song Ling is always running towards her, but this time, she also wants to run towards her without any scruples and without any conditions, and love her.

She wanted Song Ling to know that she was no longer the one who always needed protection from others, and that she could slowly learn to take care of her, take care of her, and keep her behind.

In Huguang Building, Shen Zhao came out of the translation studio, went downstairs and drove to the hospital as usual.

There were a lot of vehicles on the road at noon, and it took half an hour to drive for a distance of more than ten minutes.

After parking the car, Shen Zhao opened the door again, took out the shape cushion he just bought, and went upstairs from the elevator in the garage of the inpatient department.

The elevator stopped on the top floor, Shen Zhao came out and walked towards the ward at the end of the corridor.

In order for Song Ling to recuperate quietly, a VIP ward on the top floor was reserved.

This floor is very quiet, the floor is covered with soft carpets, and there is no sound when you step on it. The nurse at the front desk knows Shen Zhao and smiles and nods to her when she sees her.

Shen Zhao pursed his lips and responded with a smile.

Walking outside the ward, Shen Zhao gently opened the door. Afraid of disturbing her, he only opened the door a little. Shen Zhao poked his head and saw the person on the bed holding the computer and working.

Song Ling heard the sound of the door opening, looked up and bumped into the person lying on the door.

Shen Zhao pushed the door and went in, changed his shoes by the door, and said, "Didn't you say that you are not allowed to look at the computer? Why don't you listen?"

After changing her shoes, she walked over, raised her hand and took the laptop in her hand. Just as she was about to close it, she suddenly turned to her and asked, "Have you saved it?"

Song Ling stared at her face, smiled and hummed, and said, "I've saved it."

As soon as the words fell, Shen Zhao closed the computer in his hand.

Putting it on the bedside table, Shen Zhao leaned forward and held her face, his fingers were slightly cool, he rubbed her cheek lightly, and said softly: "Work is endless, didn't you say, you should take a good rest? "

Song Ling chuckled, raised her hand to hold the back of her hand, and put it in the palm of her hand to cover it.

It's already spring, but her hands are still as cold as winter, and she can't warm them.

"I won't read it." Song Ling promised her, saying softly.

Shen Zhao pressed against her forehead, his eyes drooped slightly, he lifted his lips up gently, tapped on her lips, and asked softly, "Have you eaten yet?"

Song Ling closed and opened her eyes lightly, and said no with the corners of her mouth lightly pursed.

"I'll get it." Shen Zhao got up, turned around and was about to go out to get food.

VIP wards have nutritious meals specially provided by the hospital, which are well-balanced and convenient.

Before she could stand up, someone grabbed her wrist. Song Ling held her hand to prevent her from going, and said softly, "I'm not hungry yet."

Shen Zhao sat down beside her, wrapped his hands around her waist, hung his whole body on her chest, and said with his face up, "I asked the doctor, and he said that he can be discharged from the hospital and go home to recuperate this month." After speaking, she lightly He bit the corner of her lips, and said softly.

Song Ling smiled lightly, she had suddenly become very clingy recently, like a child, she raised her hand and gently brushed the broken hair on her forehead behind her ears, and replied gently: "Well, good."

"How is the studio?" Song Ling asked her.

Shen Zhaotuo said, "It's okay, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Song Ling said nothing, "Just ask, how about the review? How is your preparation going?"

When it came to reviewing, Shen Zhao was a little frustrated. She drooped her eyes and said, "It's less than two months away, and I don't know if I can do it. With them, I always feel that I am much older..."

Song Ling held her face and encouraged her earnestly: "Don't be afraid, just believe in yourself, Ah Zhao is so smart, he will definitely be able to do it!"

Hearing such blatant praise, Shen Zhao laughed, "Well, I must work hard to pass the exam!"

Pointing to the bottom of her clothes, she sneaked in, like a small fish, swimming in bit by bit. Song Ling grabbed her hand with a smile, raised her eyebrows and asked, "What are you doing? Huh?"

Shen Zhao's brows were crooked, and he smiled like a little crescent moon, deliberately saying that there was nothing here: "It's nothing!"

When his hand was caught, Shen Zhao sighed intentionally, buried his whole face in her chest, and arched in the collar of her collar, acting coquettishly like a kitten, and finally arched the collar open, With a large area of ​​skin exposed, she raised her head and stared at the snow-white area in a daze for a few seconds, then raised her face in a daze and said, "Honey, I miss you so much, you need to get better soon, okay?"

Song Ling looked at her increasingly round face, it was as white as jade, full of vigor, fresh and bright, even when she was coquettish, her eyes were full of sparkle.

She is only 24 years old, and she is Ah Zhao who is in her heart.

The unique and irreplaceable Ah Zhao...

Her lips were slightly pursed, and a smile slowly appeared on her cheeks. Song Ling promised her with a gentle smile in her eyes: "Okay."

"After the exam is over, it will be summer, and summer is the most suitable time to wear a wedding dress. At that time," Shen Zhao paused lightly, then fixed Song Ling's eyes, and continued, "Let's hold the wedding, okay, my wife? ?”

Song Ling resisted the soreness in her eyes, stared at those eyes that were full of agility and joy, and said with a smile: "At that time, I will be busy with the start of school and work in the studio. Can you make it through?"

"You can be too busy with other things, but the wedding must be too busy. I just want to be with you and never be separated." Shen Zhao raised his smiling face and tilted his head at her, "We have missed too much time , in the future life, we must make up for those missing things, okay?"

She had fantasized about these words countless times, she thought that Azhao could forgive her for those ridiculous hurts, but now she told her personally that they want to be together forever, why doesn't she know that they have missed so much... ...But God always seems to be so fond of joking, so that all the thoughts and wishes are all in vain.

Time is too cruel, what was missing in the past will still become a luxury in the future.

After all, these years have taught her what love is.

Possession, fulfillment, entanglement, waiting, giving, rushing... In the end, they all lose to time.

Song Ling's lips were slightly raised, her eyes were full of her smile and expectation, she opened her lips and tried to answer her: "Okay, make it up."

Seeing that she agreed, Shen Zhao looked up to her with a smile, and called her in a low voice: "My wife..."

"Ah."

"Kiss me."

Song Ling smiled lightly, and gently lowered her head to kiss her according to her words, with infinite tenderness and nostalgia.

"Wife..." Shen Zhao called her softly again.

Song Ling let her go, looked at her from a distance, and hummed: "What's wrong?"

Shen Zhao stared at those eyes, and gradually developed some illusions, maybe because he loved too deeply and was too afraid of losing, there was an unreal alienation in those eyes, and she asked her: "Does my wife love me? "

Song Ling showed a shallow smile, and said to her affectionately: "I love you."

"Are you in love all your life?"

"Well, love all my life."