Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

With pity, the doctor summoned An Xia, who was about to leave, and took out a winter jacket uniformly distributed by the hospital from the cabinet.

"Just got it from the logistics department. It's a bit big. If you don't like it, wear it for a few days. Your dad still needs to take care of it. Don't chill yourself with a cold."

The sudden kindness made An Xia stunned, and his eyes suddenly became more vigilant.

In her world, according to her rules, it is very dangerous to release kindness to strangers, because that person is likely to want her to die.

When she was a child, she helped a three-year-old child who was lost to return home, but was assassinated on the way and was seriously injured. She has been raising a full six months.

The father told her that the child was the bait, and the kindness she released almost killed herself.

From then on, kindness was stripped from her body, rejecting the kindness of others, and also refusing to release one's own kindness.

The moment the doctor handed the clothes over, An Xia's eyes became much colder.

"Don't dislike it, the style is not very good-looking, but the quality is very good, give it, and wear it well." The men's jacket was forcibly stuffed into An Xia's hands. "It doesn’t matter if it’s good or not, it’s enough to keep warm. For the little girl’s family, you can’t just look at the appearance and not be practical."

A nurse brought the patient in and pushed in, and the doctor immediately blasted An Xia out of the office.

The commander-in-chief of the imperial domain, who was "boomed", took the men's XL jacket, walked through the corridor and walked into the elevator at a bewildered pace.

So, just seeing her dressing less, afraid that she would catch a cold, gave her the clothes?

It wasn't until she walked out of the hospital gate and the cold wind wrapped in snowflakes came to her face that the cold chill gradually made her sober.

The cold wave came, and it was indeed a bit cold.

Putting on the jacket, it has been hard and cold, and the heart that has been built with layers of barriers seems to have a touch of warmth.

In an unremarkable gray sedan at the gate of the hospital, a sharp-eyed man watched the girl in the jacket cross the road and walked into an internet cafe.

"Internet cafe?" The closed-eyed old man knocked on the handrail in the car and faintly commanded, "Get the record of her Internet access, and also, find a way to let Mrs. Song know that Miss An Jia is also in the hospital."

The little girl has changed, but unfortunately, she has become more reckless.

Even if Zhi Qing was wrong, it would not be her turn to take a lesson.

For the sake of old man An, let him teach her how to behave.

The old man smiled, and the ruthlessness hidden under the benevolent eyes disappeared in a flash.

The man watching did not notice that before entering the Internet cafe, An Xia looked back towards the hospital and looked back, passing by the gray-white car, with a thin smile on his mouth, and opened the door to enter the Internet cafe.

Over there, Mrs. Song, who lived in the same hospital, smashed all the things that could be smashed in the ward, screaming, "I don't agree, I don't agree! I want her to pay for Yanyan!"

"Paying for life? Do you think I don't want it? I tell you, Ai Jinghua, you are also responsible for the accident!" Song Zhengwei pulled open the neckline, and he was tired, and he did not have the calm demeanor of the past.

"It doesn’t matter if no one knows how to play in private, but she, so brave, what kind of live broadcast! She also said that she was Wang Fa in Xuancheng! If it hadn’t been for the Bo family to make quick moves, the nobles who came to the imperial city would have long been Killed the Song family!

"Look at those posts on the Internet again. It's all from the Bo family's remake of the video explaining that it's acting! Paying for her life? Your daughter is not sorry for her death!"