The white home lace-edged long skirt, the half-leg exposed under the skirt is smooth and delicate, and the orange light still shines with a white and tender luster of milk.

Looking upwards along the straight calves, the flat belly without a trace of fat, the high pride, the beautiful neck like a swan, an elegant and intellectual face, a row of ink-colored long and casually draped behind her back, walking on slippers with a cartoony smell, walked over.

After seeing the person's appearance clearly, my tight muscles suddenly relaxed because I was in a strange environment, and my slightly raised body fell heavily on the bed.

The sudden sound made Qianying tremble slightly, and she quickly accelerated her pace to the bedside. After looking at the black eyes, she relaxed a long mouthful of orchid fragrance, and finally let go of her hanging heart.

Her fair and beautiful hands touched Wang Yue's forehead. The moderate body temperature made a stunning curve pursed the corners of her lips, and the sound of a trickle of streams sounded: "I'm awake."

"Yeah." Wang Yue's nose snorted softly, and a little wetness surged in his eyes. Looking at Han Jinhe who was sitting by the bed as gentle as water, his throat seemed to have a handful of sand in his throat, and he said hoarsely: "I guess I will never pay it back in my life."

Wang Yue twitched his slightly red nose. In the school competition, she protected him again and again. In the competition, she escorted him. Maoer Hutong, the elegant one, regardless of her posture, arrived with her bare feet. In the hospital, she had been with him. Now, he was bleeding from his seven orifices and was in a coma. When he woke up, he was still the first time he saw her.

Han Jinhe smiled gently and said softly: "Isn't it natural for teachers to help students?"

Wang Yue knew better than anyone else that Han Jinhe was far from the teacher's range for everything he was. He let out a breath and sprayed it on his face to make himself more awake. He glanced at the darkness outside the window and asked, "What day is it now, what time is it?"

Han Jinhe knew what Wang Yue was thinking, and put his fingers away the longer bangs that covered his eyes for Wang Yue, and said softly: "The acquired genius is the date of the championship game, and it is 1:00 a.m.."

Hearing that the championship competition did not delay, Wang Yue breathed a sigh of relief, his dark eyes turned blankly, and asked Han Jinhe who was sitting next to him, "Is Yanjing old?"

"It's very big." Han Jinhe knew the purpose of Wang Yue asking about this sentence. She knew the consequences of saying this sentence, but she could not deceive Wang Yue, so she could only try to speak in a gentle tone.

Two figures echoed in Wang Yue's mind, one was Situ Luo who humiliated him with one million, and the other was Lin Jingxie, who looked handsome and unparalleled.

Wang Yue did not take the former seriously. For those who are used to using money to solve problems, you can also use money to settle him. The man named Lin Jingxie in Wang Yue's heart was the latter.

Lin Jingxie's strange pupils only slightly turned, and his whole body seemed to be frozen in a flash. The secrets in his body surged out and were swallowed by all the deep eyes as deep as black holes.

Jiang Xuanye's eyes made Wang Yue feel a sense of fear and uneasiness from his heart, while Lin Jingxie's eyes made Wang Yue's heart calm like water, but Wang Yue could feel that there was a den of destruction from hell hidden under the calm lake. Wang Yue had a vague premonition that Lin Jingming would be his lifelong enemy.

Han Jinhe, who listened to the full story, plucked the chance of running in front of her forehead and whispered: "You are no worse than them."

Wang Yue gritted his teeth slightly. He didn't want to lie down. He wanted to sit up. When he moved, he could not use any strength except for the piercing pain.

Han Jinhe held Wang Yue's shoulder. She was not very strong. She could not help Wang Yue get up with the power of her hands. She stood up and hugged Wang Yue in her arms. Using the power of her body, she let Wang Yue sit up against the head of the bed.

Wang Yue looked out the window with his dim eyes. There were no stars or moons. There was only the darkness of his fingers that could not be seen.

"It's not dawn yet." Han Jinhe said with some point.

Wang Yue raised his arm and hugged Han Jinhe's soft and boneless slender waist. He put a little force to hold Han Jinhe in his arms. The recognized beautiful teacher of Youth University was tightly held by Wang Yue without leaving any gaps, and his heart was filled with fragrant fragrance.

Wang Yue found a support like a child, lay on Han Jinhe's shoulder and cried loudly, without any pretentious depression, was cowardly, aggrieved, and unwilling to cry.

Before dawn, he would use this period of time to cry out all the tears he had passed through. The so-called cowardice, grievance, and unwillingness were to cry out all the tears on this dark night.

Han Jinhe was a little overwhelmed by Wang Yue. She felt the wetness on her shoulders and listened to the hoarse crying, a pain surged from her heart. She didn't think his crying was cowardly at all.

He lost too much, he endured too much, there were a few people who could block the temptation of a check of one hundred and one million, and there were a few people who could not be defeated by the flying money, and he did not fall, and he was great!

Han Jinhe stretched out her slender arm with some distress and gently embraced Wang Yue's back. There was no gap between the two, so he wanted to cry well.

The next day, the air was fresh and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant.

A white BMW slowly stopped at the entrance of Youth University. The security guard at the door made a routine check. He looked at Han Jinhe through the sliding glass, and immediately nodded respectfully to him. When he withdrew his gaze, he accidentally saw the young man sitting in the passenger seat.

A pair of black eyes did not blink, and the pupils were dead, and there was no chance of life. There was only an endless cloud of darkness. A smile that seemed sad and joyful, but seemed to be similar to nothing.

Because Han Jinhe is always alone, there is a young man today, which makes the security guard look at the ordinary young man a few more times. After a while, the security guard retracted his gaze and signaled to pass. The white white carriage started and slowly drove into Youth University.

After doing his duties, the security guard opened his eyes wide and looked carefully. After checking, his eyes were a little dry. Then he closed his eyes to moisten his dry eyes.

The moment he closed his eyes, the security guard suddenly shivered. He blinked his blank eyes, wondering where the shiver came from.

His eyes seemed to be pulled, looking in the direction of the white BMW, he quickly understood the reason for the shiver, which was from the ordinary young man. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead. A young man in his early twenties made him shivering in his forties. This was simply incredible.

The BMW car drove steadily into the parking area. While untiing his seat belt, Han Jinhe said to Wang Yue beside him: "Go and meet Xuanxuan and the others. They have been in a coma these days, and they have been very anxious."

"No hurry, I have to meet an important person." A cloud of darkness was beating in Wang Yue's pupils, and the corners of his lips curled up with a smile. It was time to see the crow.
Chapter completed!