Chapter 337
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Tang Shi submitted the discharge procedures a week later, but Jiang Ling couldn't stop her because she could play all her illness as a qualified indicator. They were in a daze in the medical record book, and Tang Shi's illness seemed to have recovered.
This is the most difficult part for Jiang Ling. She is like a perfect patient. The doctor can't find out the loopholes. She should take medicine when it's time to take medicine. She will be fine when it's time to take medicine.
But such a situation is the most terrible, because Tang poetry is equal to pressing down all his inner thoughts, and then pretending to be healthy, like this It's even more painful.
Jiang Ling sent Tang Shi out that day and called Bo Ye. He looked at Tang Shi's back and left the door of the inpatient department, and said to Bo Ye, "old night, she's gone."
Sitting in the driver's seat in the shade of a tree, thin night looks at Tang Shi's back on the side of the road and tightens his fingers on the steering wheel.
"I know." When the man spoke, his voice was hoarse. Since he had a big fight with Tang Shi in the hospital ward, Bo Ye never went to see her again.
Her words were so cruel that Bo ye had to admit that he was hurt and had no backhand.
He looked at Tang Shi's back. The woman stopped the car at the side of the road and Tang Wei went up. Maybe she knew Bo Ye was hiding behind her, but she didn't even look back.
Thin night watching the taxi leave, eyes gradually floating fragmented mood.
He Don't want to let go, want to compensate, want to save, but, Tang Shi, you tell me, how can I do, you can look back at me?
Bo Ye finally got out of the car and walked into the hall of the inpatient department. He saw Jiang Ling standing there in a white coat. He was also worried. "You finally came."
He didn't know that Bo Ye secretly watched Tang Shi leave.
Bo ye answered, "well, what did she take with her?"
Jiang Ling shook his head and sighed, "I didn't take anything away."
Bo Ye was stunned.
Stunned for a few seconds, a chill gradually climbed up, "she Didn't take anything with you? "
He put the bank card and money on the table, but Tang Shi didn't take it. He put the red envelope for Tang Wei under his pillow, but Tang Wei didn't take it either. Mother and son probably hate everything about Bo Ye, so they won't return any money.
Jiang Ling said, "if you do this, people will think you are taking money to humiliate her."
Thin night voice is hoarse, "I give her what, she does not want.". I think of the code to ensure her future life. In addition, if she wants to go to the United States, she must use money, so... "
Jiang Ling patted Bo Ye on the shoulder, "forget it, Tang poetry is just this character. By the way, where is she going to be?"
"San Francisco. Next weekend's flight, four in the evening. "
Bo Ye looks up at Jiang Ling, "I..."
"I know what you want to ask." Jiang Ling hands inserted pocket, also frowned, "but old night, you chase past, people may be more disgusted with you."
Bo Ye knows that this will happen, but what else can he do now besides following her steps? Tang poetry is nothing rare, including him.
"She'll get better. She's just sick now, so she's depressed and indifferent to you." Jiang Ling looked far away and said in a low voice, "Bo Ye, maybe after Tang poetry comes out of the shadow and has a new life, she will forget her hatred for you. At that time, you can make it up to her, maybe it's the best. After all, everything you've done to her is irreversible harm. It's not too much for her to stab you to death with a knife. "
Bo Ye didn't know this. He held on to all the disgust and resistance of Tang poetry, but he would be even more afraid if he had to wait for Tang poetry to move forward.
In the life of Tang poetry at that time I don't need myself any more. If I put down my hatred, Boye is just a stranger to her.
******
Tang Shi and Tang Wei arrived at home in half an hour, and Han rang's house was the same. When they went in, they saw Han rang put a note on the table. There was some dust on the note. It seems that it has been some time.
[I don't know when you will come back. Maybe I am too busy when you come back. I have moved this house to Jiang Qi's name. You and Wei can live here at ease. 】
men's handwriting is very beautiful. Tang Shi sighed at the note and began to clean up the family. He hasn't been back for a long time, and some places are dirty.
It took Tang Wei and Tang Shi a long time to clean up their home. Then they spread out on the sofa. Tang Wei said to Tang Shi with a smile, "Mommy, I haven't been so tired for a long time."
Then he asked with concern, "is the wound on your back healed?"
Tang Shi's eyes darkened, and then comforted Tang Wei, "it's almost good."
Tang Wei stares at her face, "I don't want the scar on mommy's back."
Tang Shi was so excited by Tang Wei's words that he almost burst into tears. He touched Tang Wei's head and said, "it doesn't matter. As long as you're here, Mommy can recover from any injury."Tang Wei is everything in Tang poetry. If we lose Tang Wei, the life of Tang poetry will really be It's no different from death.
In the evening, Tang Shi and Tang Wei finally had a good sleep. When they got along with Bo Ye, they were worried day and night. Only now can they feel a little relieved. Tang Shi was a little elated to think that they would go abroad to find Chris soon.
Maybe if they go abroad, they will see it.
When Tang Shi opened the dialog box, a new message from Chris popped up? 】
[dawn: it's reserved. It's four o'clock on Saturday afternoon. 】
[Chris: OK, here you are. I'll clean up the house and take you to the disco in the evening. 】
[dawn: don't treat me too much. I brought Weiwei with me? 】
[Chris: did the stinky boy come along? okay! I miss him a little! 】
[dawn: Chris, I want to tell you something 】
Christopher, a smart man, was sitting in his apartment in San Francisco, USA, looking at the typesetting on the screen, and suddenly laughed.
"What makes you so happy?"
Eugene looked up at the man in front of him.
Chris holds his cell phone in his hand. The half blood man has a pair of pretty eyes. His delicate face has a little doting smile. He says, "my baby is coming."
"Tut tut." Eugene got up from the sofa in a white shirt. He and Chris were half brothers. The man looked at his brother's face. Two equally beautiful faces looked at each other. Eugene said, "is it Tang poetry?"
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Tang Shi submitted the discharge procedures a week later, but Jiang Ling couldn't stop her because she could play all her illness as a qualified indicator. They were in a daze in the medical record book, and Tang Shi's illness seemed to have recovered.
This is the most difficult part for Jiang Ling. She is like a perfect patient. The doctor can't find out the loopholes. She should take medicine when it's time to take medicine. She will be fine when it's time to take medicine.
But such a situation is the most terrible, because Tang poetry is equal to pressing down all his inner thoughts, and then pretending to be healthy, like this It's even more painful.
Jiang Ling sent Tang Shi out that day and called Bo Ye. He looked at Tang Shi's back and left the door of the inpatient department, and said to Bo Ye, "old night, she's gone."
Sitting in the driver's seat in the shade of a tree, thin night looks at Tang Shi's back on the side of the road and tightens his fingers on the steering wheel.
"I know." When the man spoke, his voice was hoarse. Since he had a big fight with Tang Shi in the hospital ward, Bo Ye never went to see her again.
Her words were so cruel that Bo ye had to admit that he was hurt and had no backhand.
He looked at Tang Shi's back. The woman stopped the car at the side of the road and Tang Wei went up. Maybe she knew Bo Ye was hiding behind her, but she didn't even look back.
Thin night watching the taxi leave, eyes gradually floating fragmented mood.
He Don't want to let go, want to compensate, want to save, but, Tang Shi, you tell me, how can I do, you can look back at me?
Bo Ye finally got out of the car and walked into the hall of the inpatient department. He saw Jiang Ling standing there in a white coat. He was also worried. "You finally came."
He didn't know that Bo Ye secretly watched Tang Shi leave.
Bo ye answered, "well, what did she take with her?"
Jiang Ling shook his head and sighed, "I didn't take anything away."
Bo Ye was stunned.
Stunned for a few seconds, a chill gradually climbed up, "she Didn't take anything with you? "
He put the bank card and money on the table, but Tang Shi didn't take it. He put the red envelope for Tang Wei under his pillow, but Tang Wei didn't take it either. Mother and son probably hate everything about Bo Ye, so they won't return any money.
Jiang Ling said, "if you do this, people will think you are taking money to humiliate her."
Thin night voice is hoarse, "I give her what, she does not want.". I think of the code to ensure her future life. In addition, if she wants to go to the United States, she must use money, so... "
Jiang Ling patted Bo Ye on the shoulder, "forget it, Tang poetry is just this character. By the way, where is she going to be?"
"San Francisco. Next weekend's flight, four in the evening. "
Bo Ye looks up at Jiang Ling, "I..."
"I know what you want to ask." Jiang Ling hands inserted pocket, also frowned, "but old night, you chase past, people may be more disgusted with you."
Bo Ye knows that this will happen, but what else can he do now besides following her steps? Tang poetry is nothing rare, including him.
"She'll get better. She's just sick now, so she's depressed and indifferent to you." Jiang Ling looked far away and said in a low voice, "Bo Ye, maybe after Tang poetry comes out of the shadow and has a new life, she will forget her hatred for you. At that time, you can make it up to her, maybe it's the best. After all, everything you've done to her is irreversible harm. It's not too much for her to stab you to death with a knife. "
Bo Ye didn't know this. He held on to all the disgust and resistance of Tang poetry, but he would be even more afraid if he had to wait for Tang poetry to move forward.
In the life of Tang poetry at that time I don't need myself any more. If I put down my hatred, Boye is just a stranger to her.
******
Tang Shi and Tang Wei arrived at home in half an hour, and Han rang's house was the same. When they went in, they saw Han rang put a note on the table. There was some dust on the note. It seems that it has been some time.
[I don't know when you will come back. Maybe I am too busy when you come back. I have moved this house to Jiang Qi's name. You and Wei can live here at ease. 】
men's handwriting is very beautiful. Tang Shi sighed at the note and began to clean up the family. He hasn't been back for a long time, and some places are dirty.
It took Tang Wei and Tang Shi a long time to clean up their home. Then they spread out on the sofa. Tang Wei said to Tang Shi with a smile, "Mommy, I haven't been so tired for a long time."
Then he asked with concern, "is the wound on your back healed?"
Tang Shi's eyes darkened, and then comforted Tang Wei, "it's almost good."
Tang Wei stares at her face, "I don't want the scar on mommy's back."
Tang Shi was so excited by Tang Wei's words that he almost burst into tears. He touched Tang Wei's head and said, "it doesn't matter. As long as you're here, Mommy can recover from any injury."Tang Wei is everything in Tang poetry. If we lose Tang Wei, the life of Tang poetry will really be It's no different from death.
In the evening, Tang Shi and Tang Wei finally had a good sleep. When they got along with Bo Ye, they were worried day and night. Only now can they feel a little relieved. Tang Shi was a little elated to think that they would go abroad to find Chris soon.
Maybe if they go abroad, they will see it.
When Tang Shi opened the dialog box, a new message from Chris popped up? 】
[dawn: it's reserved. It's four o'clock on Saturday afternoon. 】
[Chris: OK, here you are. I'll clean up the house and take you to the disco in the evening. 】
[dawn: don't treat me too much. I brought Weiwei with me? 】
[Chris: did the stinky boy come along? okay! I miss him a little! 】
[dawn: Chris, I want to tell you something 】
Christopher, a smart man, was sitting in his apartment in San Francisco, USA, looking at the typesetting on the screen, and suddenly laughed.
"What makes you so happy?"
Eugene looked up at the man in front of him.
Chris holds his cell phone in his hand. The half blood man has a pair of pretty eyes. His delicate face has a little doting smile. He says, "my baby is coming."
"Tut tut." Eugene got up from the sofa in a white shirt. He and Chris were half brothers. The man looked at his brother's face. Two equally beautiful faces looked at each other. Eugene said, "is it Tang poetry?"
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Tang Shi submitted the discharge procedures a week later, but Jiang Ling couldn't stop her because she could play all her illness as a qualified indicator. They were in a daze in the medical record book, and Tang Shi's illness seemed to have recovered. This is the most difficult part for Jiang Ling. She is like a perfect patient. The doctor can't find out the loopholes. She should take medicine when it's time to take medicine. She will be fine when it's time to take medicine. But such a situation is the most terrible, because Tang poetry is equal to pressing down all his inner thoughts, and then pretending to be healthy, like this It's even more painful. Jiang Ling sent Tang Shi out that day and called Bo Ye. He looked at Tang Shi's back and left the door of the inpatient department, and said to Bo Ye, "old night, she's gone." Sitting in the driver's seat in the shade of a tree, thin night looks at Tang Shi's back on the side of the road and tightens his fingers on the steering wheel. "I know." When the man spoke, his voice was hoarse. Since he had a big fight with Tang Shi in the hospital ward, Bo Ye never went to see her again. Her words were so cruel that Bo ye had to admit that he was hurt and had no backhand. He looked at Tang Shi's back. The woman stopped the car at the side of the road and Tang Wei went up. Maybe she knew Bo Ye was hiding behind her, but she didn't even look back. Thin night watching the taxi leave, eyes gradually floating fragmented mood. He Don't want to let go, want to compensate, want to save, but, Tang Shi, you tell me, how can I do, you can look back at me? Bo Ye finally got out of the car and walked into the hall of the inpatient department. He saw Jiang Ling standing there in a white coat. He was also worried. "You finally came." He didn't know that Bo Ye secretly watched Tang Shi leave. Bo ye answered, "well, what did she take with her?" Jiang Ling shook his head and sighed, "I didn't take anything away." Bo Ye was stunned. Stunned for a few seconds, a chill gradually climbed up, "she Didn't take anything with you? " He put the bank card and money on the table, but Tang Shi didn't take it. He put the red envelope for Tang Wei under his pillow, but Tang Wei didn't take it either. Mother and son probably hate everything about Bo Ye, so they won't return any money. Jiang Ling said, "if you do this, people will think you are taking money to humiliate her." Thin night voice is hoarse, "I give her what, she does not want.". I think of the code to ensure her future life. In addition, if she wants to go to the United States, she must use money, so... " Jiang Ling patted Bo Ye on the shoulder, "forget it, Tang poetry is just this character. By the way, where is she going to be?" "San Francisco. Next weekend's flight, four in the evening. " Bo Ye looks up at Jiang Ling, "I..." "I know what you want to ask." Jiang Ling hands inserted pocket, also frowned, "but old night, you chase past, people may be more disgusted with you." Bo Ye knows that this will happen, but what else can he do now besides following her steps? Tang poetry is nothing rare, including him. "She'll get better. She's just sick now, so she's depressed and indifferent to you." Jiang Ling looked far away and said in a low voice, "Bo Ye, maybe after Tang poetry comes out of the shadow and has a new life, she will forget her hatred for you. At that time, you can make it up to her, maybe it's the best. After all, everything you've done to her is irreversible harm. It's not too much for her to stab you to death with a knife. " Bo Ye didn't know this. He held on to all the disgust and resistance of Tang poetry, but he would be even more afraid if he had to wait for Tang poetry to move forward. In the life of Tang poetry at that time I don't need myself any more. If I put down my hatred, Boye is just a stranger to her. ******Tang Shi and Tang Wei arrived at home in half an hour, and Han rang's house was the same. When they went in, they saw Han rang put a note on the table. There was some dust on the note. It seems that it has been some time. I don't know when you will come back. Maybe I am too busy when you come back. I have moved this house to Jiang Qi's name. You and Wei can live here at ease. men's handwriting is very beautiful. Tang Shi sighed at the note and began to clean up the family. He hasn't been back for a long time, and some places are dirty. It took Tang Wei and Tang Shi a long time to clean up their home. Then they spread out on the sofa. Tang Wei said to Tang Shi with a smile, "Mommy, I haven't been so tired for a long time." Then he asked with concern, "is the wound on your back healed?" Tang Shi's eyes darkened, and then comforted Tang Wei, "it's almost good." Tang Wei stares at her face, "I don't want the scar on mommy's back." Tang Shi was so excited by Tang Wei's words that he almost burst into tears. He touched Tang Wei's head and said, "it doesn't matter. As long as you're here, Mommy can recover from any injury."Tang Wei is everything in Tang poetry. If we lose Tang Wei, the life of Tang poetry will really be It's no different from death. In the evening, Tang Shi and Tang Wei finally had a good sleep. When they got along with Bo Ye, they were worried day and night. Only now can they feel a little relieved. Tang Shi was a little elated to think that they would go abroad to find Chris soon. Maybe if they go abroad, they will see it. When Tang Shi opened the dialog box, a new message from Chris popped up? dawn: it's reserved. It's four o'clock on Saturday afternoon. Chris: OK, here you are. I'll clean up the house and take you to the disco in the evening. dawn: don't treat me too much. I brought Weiwei with me? Chris: did the stinky boy come along? okay! I miss him a little! dawn: Chris, I want to tell you something Christopher, a smart man, was sitting in his apartment in San Francisco, USA, looking at the typesetting on the screen, and suddenly laughed. "What makes you so happy?" Eugene looked up at the man in front of him. Chris holds his cell phone in his hand. The half blood man has a pair of pretty eyes. His delicate face has a little doting smile. He says, "my baby is coming." "Tut tut." Eugene got up from the sofa in a white shirt. He and Chris were half brothers. The man looked at his brother's face. Two equally beautiful faces looked at each other. Eugene said, "is it Tang poetry?" www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
