Black Bellied President Dotes on Wife

Breeze and ripples, blowing the white curtains, letting it dance like a fairy, and like a fairy.

Sunlight came in from the window, glaring and warm, awakening a long-spoken soul.

His consciousness is somewhat chaotic, his memory is somewhat fragmented, and he can't remember who he is.

He vaguely felt that he had been sleeping for a long time, but he could not wake up and was always riddled with a nightmare.

In that nightmare, there were violent storms, lightning and thunder, a beautiful baby face, and a bullet that rushed into his eyebrows.

The memory fragments burst into bursts, and the pain of the heart made him deeply lost.

There was a familiar candy aroma floating around him, with a familiar gentle sigh floating in his ear.

Who is it?

Why can't he remember?

He felt that the sweet candy around him was leaving him. He tried desperately to catch it. He shouted in his heart: Don't go, don't go! Stay and stay with me!

But the familiar atmosphere did not seem to hear his hysterical cry, she left.

Surrounded by boundless loneliness and cold, the sun shines on him, and does not seem to make his body feel a touch of warmth.

He is quiet.

At a certain moment, memories flooded in, and the fragmented pictures were quickly stitched together one by one, which reminded him of the time in this life.

The sting of the forehead is still there, but it can't stop his awakening.

Compared to forgetting yourself and forgetting all the people and things, it hurts and counts.

Jing Yiran opened his eyes, and the glaring sun immediately made him close his eyes subconsciously.

He reached out and covered his eyes, then slowly opened.

Fresh air entered his lungs and made him feel the joy of life.

Is he still alive?

He is still alive!

He is not dead!

Jing Yiran tried to get up, and the movement was slow and stiff. It was obvious that he was sleeping and coma for a lot of time.

There is no strength in the body, but there is no hunger in the belly. Maybe he has not eaten for too long, and he has not felt hungry!

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. As long as he is still alive, everything is not a problem, everything can be done again!

The moment the bullet hits his eyebrows, he will never forget it!

He was killed by Jing Yichen!

Although I didn’t know what happened, I survived, but the previous Jing Yiran was dead!

The pain that came from the eyebrows made Jing Yiran unable to think.

He relaxed his body and looked around and out the window.

The house is simple and neat, with white walls, white curtains, and white bedding. It looks like it is in the hospital, but there is no smell of disinfectant in the hospital.

Outside the window, the green grass, all kinds of flowers are quietly blooming, attracting countless butterflies and bees flying.

Jing Yiran leaned against the wall and looked at the needle inserted in the back of his hand. He watched the drug flow down his body along the needle, and suddenly smiled softly.

Who else in the world would want him to live? Who else will try his best to save him?

The sweet and sweet candy smell still seems to linger on his nose, so that he is comfortable!

Deer, you are such a silly girl!

Didn't you hate me?

I took advantage of you, but you still pulled me back from the **** of death. What should I use to repay you?

This person is not big enough.

Jing Yiran gently closed his eyes, breathing fresh air in the mouth, bathing in the bright and warm sunshine, the whole person is like a new life.

I don't know how long it took, the door was opened, and a petite and exquisite figure came in.

Petite figure saw the man sitting on the bed enough to reverse the lives of the man, the foot step.

After a while, she seemed to calm down, went to the bed, and used her unique doll sound, faintly said: "You wake up."

Jing Yiran opened the narrow peach eyes, and the squatting eyes made the figure standing in front of the bed slightly.

His faint opening, hoarse voice, but with a strange charm: "My baby, long time no see! Think about me?"

The title of relatives, unique tone, **** voice, as long as a woman, will be spiked by this man's unparalleled charm at this moment!

Xiaolu’s heart jumped slightly, and he was pressed down by him. He still said in a faint tone: “No, I see you every day.”

Jing Yiran looked up and down the little woman who saved her life.

She did not wear sportswear, but wore a black tights, highlighting her exquisite and **** body, long hair simple bundle behind her head, white face without powder, pure image is only eighteen year old.

However, the gun she held in her hand with black leather gloves and the murderous murder on her body made it impossible to ignore her danger. This calm and indifferent look was not an 18-year-old girl. own.

Pure, just her appearance, killing, is the deepest imprint of her soul.

Jing Yiran’s pupils shrank slightly, but then he laughed casually: “You’re dressed very well today, it’s better than wearing a loose sportswear before, it’s for you!”

The little deer glanced at him with a blank expression, and spit out two words with a crisp doll sound: "Is it?"

Jing Yiran nodded: "Of course!"

"Since you wake up, I am going to give you something to eat. What do you want to eat?"

The deer's hand in the handle is on the belt on the waist. The simple movement makes her smooth and natural. Obviously, she often does this, that is, she often takes a gun.

Jing Yiran leaned against the wall, lazy and casual: "Since it is a brain injury, then eat some brains, I want to eat tofu brain!"

The deer's lips showed a hint of smile, and turned and walked away, a faint saying: "I thought you wanted to eat human brain, but this is not domestic, there is no selling bean curd, but there is soy milk, you will Just look!"

Jing Yiran is dissatisfied: "Please, is the difference between tofu brain and soy milk a little better? You can't treat a seriously injured patient so casually!"

"They are both close relatives, all born of beans, the effect is exactly the same, you should be able to make up your pig brain."

Jing Yiran suddenly smiled. He looked at the slender back of the deer and whispered: "Thank you, Deer."

The deer kept on foot and said indifferently: "You're welcome, Jing Yiran."

Jing Yiran stared at her, in the moment she was about to go out, with a careless tone: "Or, I should say, thank you, Angel."