The black-hearted female partner was stripped out of the vest again

Chapter 103 Finding Little Fans
The nurse thought for a while, and said, "Remember, your puppy was already dead when it was delivered, so we temporarily put it in an unused room."

"I'll bring it to you later, don't be sad, puppy, life is not long." Sighing, the nurse shook her head and walked out with the doctor, leaving Li Zhouzhou alone, watching Staring somewhere in the ward in a daze.

At the same time, in the VIP ward of the same hospital.

The heart testing equipment next to the hospital bed kept beeping electronically, but the person on the bed was sound asleep, his eyes were closed tightly, and his thin lips were dry and white, almost cracked, but not at all. Damage to his beautiful face, the corners of his lips are always slightly raised, as if he is still on the dazzling stage, wantonly showing his charm and light.

The people outside the ward looked at the people inside through the window, with smug smiles on the corners of their mouths.

Xie Zhuozhou, if you have the ability, you can sleep for the rest of your life. Uncle will take good care of you until you grow old.

Uncle Xie left, and almost the next moment, the man in the ward opened his eyes.

The man's eyes were bright, and the fear from a few hours ago still remained in his eyes. He stared at the white ceiling with wide eyes, and images flashed in his mind.

She came from the white light, she was kicked down, she cried until she lost her voice...

Little fat girl!
"Hi, may I ask who sent me to the hospital?"

Li Zhouzhou leaned against the front desk, trying to be careful not to touch the wound.

The little nurse glanced at her and thought for a while, "It was a tall and thin man who brought you here, because he said he was rescued halfway, so we didn't leave any contact information."

Tall and thin man?
Li Zhouzhou was stunned, she lowered her eyes, thanked the nurse with a nod, and walked slowly back to the ward.

After she left, two more people walked up to the front desk.

"My little ancestor! You said you finally woke up and didn't take a good rest, what kind of little fans are you looking for!"

A man in a floral shirt dragged another handsome boy to the ward, when he saw the good-looking boy angrily said, "Mo Huahua! If you keep pushing me, believe it or not, I'll deduct your salary!"

"Don't, ancestor! Please spare me!" The man named Mo Huahua noticed that the nurses around him were looking at him and chuckled, and immediately whispered to the boy: "Don't let them see the joke!"

This little ancestor couldn't stand being laughed at, and he tried this trick time and again.

"No!" Seeing the boy's pretty eyebrows crossed, he glanced at him, "I have to go today! Now! Immediately! Prepare the car!"

Mo Huahua: "..." Why didn't that trick work on him?It's not scientific.

Noticing that the manager was in a daze, Si Mohan stretched out his hand and slapped his head hard. Seeing Mo Huahua frown in pain immediately, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Hurry up!"

It's been a night since he woke up, and he doesn't know what happened to the little fan.

Although she was very strong and knew how to fight, he was just worried, especially when he thought that before he became conscious, if he hadn't rushed to help her block it, she wouldn't have known what would happen.

Thinking about it in my heart, I became more and more anxious.

Not long after getting in the car, Si Mohan frowned and looked at the driver, "Mo Huahua, drive faster!"

Mo Huahua immediately retorted: "Ancestor! I have already passed several traffic lights! Didn't you see the police cars behind you?!"

"That's a sacrifice I made for you!" Mo Huahua cried miserably. If he hadn't been driving, he would have taken out a handkerchief to wipe his tears.

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