MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Ai Ziyu wants to reach out and hug his knowledge book, pure comfort, and wants to give him a little warmth and strength. However, Ai Ziyu relied on the past to reach out, and the invisible hiding of He Zhishu was hidden.

Ai Ziyu’s hand in the middle of the road was very embarrassing. He snorted with a scorpion, and the strong sense of exhaustion could not fool people. He is no better than He Zhishu. In the case of He Zhishu, he only knows less than half a year. How can he know each other and know each other for fifteen years? He doesn't say anything on his face, no matter how good the face is, the struggle and sadness in his eyes can't be human.

The love of He Zhishu is a deep affection from beginning to end. It is not known in the afterlife that this life has been loved by this person.

Ai Ziyu has no choice but to help him. He does not lose to Jiang Wenxu’s once infatuated feelings, nor does he lose the last time he is next to He Zhishu’s body. He loses only a period of time when others can’t get involved. It’s just the order of appearance arranged by God. . No chance.

"Sorry, Dr. Ai," He Zhishu noticed the strangeness of the atmosphere: "I..."

Ai Ziyu shook his head and smiled reluctantly: "Know the book, go to Yangzhou with me." He did not explain the reason, but both of them understand that this place Jiang Wenxu has found it, and he can't keep the man in the detention center for a lifetime.

He Zhishu shook his head, but did not refuse: "...Doctor... Can I ask you for a favor before you leave?"

The two seem to be getting some more.

"You can ask for anything you want." Ai Ziyu did not say anything else, swallowing a bitter throat.

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Jiang Wenxu had been in the detention center for five or six hours. Someone asked him what he asked. When nobody cares about him, he looked at the floating willow branches outside through the semi-open door.

He did not see the He Zhishu today. I am saddened to think that the three words "He Zhishu" want to cry.

He saw a young doctor who had always been hateful, a gentle and elegant man, and heard his name suddenly violent. Jiang Wenxu suddenly realized that everything he had done to He Zhishu, in the eyes of another person who would feel bad about that person, was not evil.

In fact, Jiang Wenxu knows himself.

He took the He Zhishu to go, let him lose his parents' academic friends, and he should use all the love and jealousy to compensate him, let him be happy than anyone else, be happy than anyone else, let He Zhishu recall the past all kinds of minimum. regret. My own knowledge, but also my grandfather loves to hurt, but also the parents of the strict family education board, but also the teacher sent a high hope.

In the end, it fell into such a field.

Jiang Wenxu was so embarrassed that he thought about it and then read a word gently - "pig dogs are not as good."

He has done a lot of things about He Zhishu, more than one, and everything is cruel.

Jiang Wenxu thought about it from the beginning to the end, and He Zhishu really had never had a good life with himself. At the beginning, they suffered, and there was no complaint in the news of He Zhishu. In the summer, the business ran to the heatstroke, and the hands that were blown by the cold wind in winter were all frostbite. This period passed away. Jiang Wenxu left He Zhishu himself at home, and one person opened the territory. At that time, there were no lovers outside, but he was very wronged. Later, Jiang Wenxu changed, and it was beyond recognition.

People like He Zhishu, the **** is the softest, and the knife and axe fell on the body without any sound. No one knows how painful he is, unless he can't afford to hurt him... he is really dying.

Jiang Wenxu gently rubbed the plain ring on the ring finger. The person he disappointed was the one he loved most in his life. Such a desperate cognition, the sly Jiang Wenxu could not even shed tears.