Demonic Prince’s Wild Consort: The Trash Illegitimate Miss

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Every time you look at it, the smile deepens, so gentle and gentle.

Di Yun came silently, and sent all the contents of the unknown book, this guy is estimated to have no rest.

Bai Ye carefully folded them and put them away.

After several days of calm and calm, Diyun seemed to come to her room every day, but did not let her hear a trace of movement. Only when he opened his eyes in the morning, he would see the words he intentionally left, few The pen almost reminds her to pay attention to her body, add more clothes and the like, not love words but love words.

It's cold and my heart is warm.

This day was just resting, and Bai Ye wanted to call those guys to ask about the recent situation, so he went to Qiao Yu first.

Just after half way, a tall shadow suddenly rushed over, but fortunately she evaded in time.

"Sorry, didn't hurt you?"

Qiao Yu kept his footsteps and turned around apologetically. At a glance, it turned out to be Bai Ye, which relieved him a little. He said politely, "It's you, I'm sorry! I'm in a hurry!"

Bai Ye didn't let go of the anxiety that flashed in Qiao Yu's eyes, and felt that something was wrong, and immediately pinched his neck.

"What do you run? Make it clear first, see what you are anxious, what happened?"

Qiao Yu said impatiently: "Hurry! I'm dying! The gatekeeper came to me and said that my dad was seriously ill and his life was in danger. My neighbor came to the college and asked me to go back quickly!"

As soon as Bai Ye heard this, I really couldn't wait for it, and immediately patted Qiao Yu's shoulder: "Go, I'll go back with you, maybe I can still help you!"

Qiao Yu gave her a grateful look: "Bai Luo, thank you!"

Bai Ye secretly adjusted his breath, thick inner strength protected the abdomen, and ran out of the courtyard with Qiao Yu quickly.

They spoke briefly to the male neighbor, and quickly got into his humble carriage.

"Drive! Drive!"

At this moment, Shangguan Ling slowly walked out from the corner of the side of the college, staring at the wagon that was moving away, smiling coldly.

In the carriage, Qiao Yu had dropped the boy's tears anxiously, and buried his face between his hands. Seeing this scene, Bai Ye's heart seemed to be overwhelmed by the gigantic boulder. She studied under the ghost doctor and was a six-star alchemist, hoping to help her friends.

Qiao Yu's family lives in the most suburban area in the northern suburbs, and Sheng Ying is located in the southern suburbs, only about half an hour later.

As soon as he got out of the car, he flew towards a very shabby little cottage, and Bai Ye looked at such a simple environment, his eyebrows unconsciously.

At the beginning Qiao Yu said that he blew up the classroom because his father was not well, he wanted to study medicine, but he did n’t have the money to buy medicine.

Now seeing his living environment, he knows that his family has suffered a lot, otherwise Qiao Yu would not be able to enter the college to study.

"Dad, don't scare me! Your illness is not so serious. What the **** is going on!" Qiao Yu burst into tears.

Bai Ye immediately ran in through the narrow doorway. The furnishings were very simple. Two bowls, two pairs of chopsticks, two patched thin shirts, a broken teapot with cut edges, and a simple wooden bed. .

Father Qiao was lying sick on the bed, looking sick, his head was half bald, and his only hair was gray.

He coughed violently, not forgetting to reach out his hand, and touched his son's head to give him the only comfort.

"Dad is ... nothing, cough ..." Father Qiao covered his mouth sharply.

"Dad! Don't talk anymore, I'll ask you a doctor right now!"

Father Qiao gradually stopped the cough, looked at the bright red of his palms, and closed his eyes weakly.

"Don't go ... Let Dad finally ... take a closer look at you, Dad is already ... near ... no more."

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