Chapter 157 Commendation (2 in 1)

After Jiang Hanyu's verdict came out, he was taken into custody and imprisoned in Kowloon Prison.

It has been half a year since I spent three years in prison.

In the past, he had schemed in every possible way to replace Jian Ruochen's identity as the real young master and become the son of Jiang Mingshan, and he had suffered a lot of cold stares and hardships in exchange for everything.

Now it’s all gone!

...Jane Ruochen!

Jiang Hanyu almost chewed this name over and over again, mixed with hatred, and suppressed it tightly in his throat.

But on second thought, he felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

What’s the use of Jian Ruochen being smart? He is going to die!

The day before yesterday afternoon, when we were out for fresh air, the news broadcast in the venue announced the blood test and blood donation notice.

STN even reported that Jian Ruochen was shot and lost too much blood and urgently needed a blood transfusion.

He also has Rh-negative blood, so he naturally knows how painful it would be to lose too much blood and not be able to find a blood source.

At that time, Jiang Mingshan and Lu Qian had been searching privately for so long but had made no progress. He and Jian Ruochen were probably the only ones in Hong Kong with the same blood type.

Jian Ruochen is in urgent need now and cannot wait that long.

He won't donate blood.

He wants to watch Jian Ruochen die!

You deserve it!

Haha, you deserve it!

Go to hell!

Jiang Hanyu changed his usual numbness and spent a day and a half feeling refreshed, imagining in his mind how miserable Jian Ruochen might look when he died.

He dipped a comb in water, combed his hair, and went to the textile department for forced labor.

Jiang Hanyu doesn't know much, has poor physical strength, and has a blood disease. He once fainted in the field while planting vegetables, so he can only do weaving.

Conditions in Kowloon Prison are extremely poor.

Everything from eating to sleeping was poor; even the brown prison clothes he wore were made of coarse cloth, making him itch all over.

At noon, Jiang Hanyu went to get his meal with his tray as usual.

The prison guards didn't have a good attitude when they saw him.

The families of other prisoners would send in some daily necessities and the like every once in a while.

Those who know a little bit about the ways of the world would hide cigarettes and watches in the prison envelopes and give the prison guards some bribes so that they would take good care of their families and not be too harsh on them.

But after Jiang Hanyu was imprisoned, people outside seemed to have forgotten him. No one came to visit him, let alone send him any mail or get any money.

The prison guard shook the spoon that held the food, shook off a few pieces of meat floating on the surface, and poured the rest into Jiang Hanyu's rice bowl. "Okay, next one."

Jiang Hanyu glanced at the prison guard and did not argue for the two pieces of meat as usual.

Jian Ruochen was about to die, and he was in a good mood.

Jiang Hanyu said nothing. He found a place where he could see the TV and sat down. He drank a sip of vegetable soup quietly and waited for the news of Jian Ruochen's death to be broadcast on TV. A smile appeared involuntarily in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Soon, someone sat down in front of him.

"Jiang Hanyu, I know that you have been hoping that something would happen to Jian Ruochen since STN reported the news at noon the day before yesterday, but he will be fine." Huo Jin said confidently.

He wore a deerskin watch on his wrist, his hair was shaved neatly, his back was straight, and his brows were no longer dark and cowardly as they used to be, instead he had a fierce and powerful aura.

The glasses on Huo Jinze's nose were also new, and it was obvious that he was doing well.

This was the first conversation they had had since being imprisoned.

Jiang Hanyu glanced at him and sneered, "He sent you to prison, but you hope for his best? Feng Jiaming and you had a brief romance, why did you kill Feng Jiaming?"

Jiang Hanyu glanced at the watch on Huo Jinze's hand, "Of course you hope for the best for him. He arranged for someone to send you medical textbooks, watches, and clothes. You killed Feng Jiaming and went to prison. Your life is much more enjoyable than when you were in Hong Kong University. It feels good that no one is fucking you, isn't it?"

Huo Jin frowned.

It was a shame for him to have been fucked by Feng Jiaming. Most people in the prison know about it, but no one dares to mess with him with it.

When he first entered prison, he challenged three others to a fight because he was ridiculed. From then on, he became famous and got a scar on his eyebrow.

The matter was going to be reported at the time, but among the letters and items sent by Jian Ruochen were a lot of cigarettes and three watches. Prisoners are not allowed to smoke or keep metal objects privately, so the prison guards confiscated those things on the pretext of something, and the matter was let go.

Prisons are isolated from the outside world and have their own social system. Although Jian Ruochen did not mean to do so, he did help him more than once.

Huo Jinze had good grades, a good attitude towards labor reform, and was a student at the Hong Kong University Medical School. Later, he was assigned to the infirmary to help medical prison guards. It was an easy and respected job.

No one dares to provoke him.

Jiang Hanyu glanced at him and looked away in disgust.

Huo Jin looked at him coldly, "You have the same blood type as him, why didn't you come to draw blood yesterday? Don't you want to reduce your sentence?"

We received news yesterday that those who successfully donated blood, regardless of whether their blood type matches or not, have a chance to have their sentence reduced.

"Donate blood to him? Reduce his sentence?" Jiang Hanyu seemed to have heard something extremely ridiculous. "Hahahaha, I will only serve three years in prison at most. I can live my life however I want after I get out. Why would I care about Jian Ruochen's life or death? He never cared about my life or death before! It would be best if he died!"

Jian Ruochen never donated to him, so why should he extend Jian Ruochen's life?

No way!

"You are afraid of his death, right?" Jiang Hanyu looked at Huo Jinze with a half-smile. "He is so handsome. I heard that he fed you water and wiped your tears during the interrogation. Do you like him?"

Huo Jinze's face darkened. He clenched his fingers and took off his watch and glasses.

The people around were suddenly silent.

Huo Jin treasured these two things very much and would take them off before teaching someone a lesson.

Just at this moment, the prelude to the midday news sounded on the TV in the Kowloon Prison cafeteria.

Huo Jin looked up at the TV.

Lead □□ to patrol the border.

In the cafeteria, there was almost no sound from the spoon colliding with the rice bowl.

On TV, STN host Chen Zhuyao sat in front of the studio.

STN has an unwritten rule that major news must be announced by the station's mainstay, Chen Zhuyao.

"Welcome everyone to watch the STN midday news. Today is January 21, 1994. I am the anchor Chen Zhuyao." She was wearing a dignified red padded shoulder suit jacket with a white mid-collar top underneath. She clasped her hands together and placed them on the table. There was a slight smile on the corners of her lips, and she looked exceptionally relaxed.

Jiang Hanyu held his breath and had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Jian Ruochen is the boss of STN. If something happened, Chen Zhuyao would definitely not have this expression.

Is there anyone who willingly donated blood to Jian Ruochen?

Under the bright light of the TV, Chen Zhuyao's refreshing voice was transmitted to everyone's ears through the loudspeaker.

"With unity, help comes from all directions. The day before yesterday, a company under Conant provided 1.9 billion in funding to support and promote the development of blood donation in Hong Kong, and successfully found dozens of donors with rare blood types. One of them, a girl from the mainland, traveled thousands of miles to attend the meeting after hearing the news and donated 400ml of blood. An old man from a fishing village also donated 400ml of blood, helping the patient out of danger."

"At present, Jian Ruochen has woken up. Thank you to all the donors for your cooperation and dedication. You not only saved Mr. Jian, but also benefited thousands of ordinary people who needed blood."

"Let's do an interview..."

Jiang Hanyu looked at the screen, where Chen Zhuyao's lips kept opening and closing, feeling extremely dazed.

Dozens?

How could there be dozens of them!

Since there were dozens of them, why couldn’t the Jiang family find any of them?

Huo Jin relaxed his back and put his watch and glasses back.

Jiang Hanyu didn't bother to eat and stared at the TV in astonishment.

The camera shook and turned into a close-up of the ward.

Lying on the bed was a pregnant woman holding her baby. "I am very grateful to those who actively responded to Conant's call for blood donation. I had heavy bleeding during childbirth and there was no blood supply in the hospital for the time being, but I was lucky enough to come across Conant's action... Thank you all..."

As she spoke, she caressed the baby's face lovingly.

The reporter at the scene came forward and asked, "Excuse me, do you have anything to say to the blood donors?"

"After I have finished my confinement and recovered, I will definitely donate blood actively. I hope everyone will continue to spread their kindness and build a blood station in Hong Kong."

The reporter also interviewed several beneficiaries from different hospitals. They all expressed their admiration for Conant’s magnanimity and appeal and thanked the action.

The camera returned to the studio, and Chen Zhuyao smiled and said, "You may not know that the mainland girl not only has the same blood type as Mr. Jian, but also has other connections. We have secured an opportunity for an exclusive interview. Now, the camera is turned to the interviewing reporter——"

The camera flashed slightly, revealing the girl's face.

She was wearing the mainland's ceremonial military uniform, looking heroic, with no makeup on her face except for light pink lipstick. She wore a curled-brimmed military cap on her head, making her face look small and delicate.

Reporter: "Say hello to everyone?"

She stood at attention and saluted, saying loudly: "Hello everyone, I am He Qiguang."

Jiang Hanyu looked at it and his expression suddenly changed.

He knew this face!

This is the person that Lu Qian abducted to donate hematopoietic stem cells to him!

How did she...

Reporter: "How did you know that your blood type is the same as Consultant Jian's? Why did you want to fly here from the mainland to donate blood? Did your parents agree?"

He Qiguang straightened his posture. "When I was young and ignorant, I was accidentally abducted to Hong Kong and detained in a hospital for illegal blood sampling. I also learned my blood type at that time."

Reporter: "Is it the hospital that participated in illegal human organ transplants?"

"Yes." He Qiguang's expression softened for a moment. "It was Consultant Jian who discovered the secret of the hospital. STN's mainstay Chen Zhuyao took the risk to film the scenes inside the hospital. Thanks to the West Kowloon Regional Police Station, I was able to return home safely."

"After that, I often paid attention to STN news. When I saw that Jian Ruochen was in trouble, I wanted to come here as soon as possible."

"Of course my family agreed. It was my grandfather who called the plane."

reporter:……

Before she could ask the next question, she saw the female soldier looking directly into the camera and said in a cold voice: "It is said that the person who forced me to donate blood committed financial crimes as well as espionage. I hope you can make a good change. In three years, we and Consultant Jian will be a family. I hope you can accept the interrogation from the mainland then."

In fact, she wanted to say, 5.9 billion...

no.

The 6.9 billion little god of wealth is now a family member to them.

But my grandfather wouldn't let me, saying that I could only think about it in my heart now, otherwise it would have a bad impact.

He Qiguang pursed his lips in frustration and looked at the reporter.

The reporter put on a professional smile and said, "Okay, I heard you didn't take the 58 million bonus. Why?"

He Qiguang: "I am here to repay the favor of saving my life, of course I don't want money. I will distribute this money to other Hong Kong people who have the same blood type as me and have passed the physical examination. I hope that people with rare blood types can help each other and build a better future together."

She said, and saluted again.

The palm is facing down, with the tip of the middle finger touching the brim of the hat, which is very standard.

·

Jiang Hanyu was watching TV and felt dizzy for a moment. He was so angry that he had difficulty breathing and veins were throbbing on his forehead.

Today, he suddenly felt that the slap he had slapped half a year ago actually fell heavily on his face.

Jiang Hanyu hissed, "This is not true..."

There is no way this can be true!

Without Jian Ruochen, stn is just a spent force!

These must not be true, they are lies they spread in order to stabilize Conant’s stock price!

Jiang Hanyu was trembling all over, trying hard to convince himself.

·

West Kowloon Crime Unit lounge.

Guan Yingjun looked at the female soldier's salute and his pupils suddenly shrank.

He knew that salute!

When Jian Ruochen received his first Good Citizen Award, he saluted Le Jinwen reflexively!

It turns out that this is the military salute from the mainland!

Even if the original Jian Ruochen had spent some time with mainlanders, he would definitely not be able to give such a standard military salute.

That is a conditioned reflex that is formed through exposure to the environment and accumulation over time.

Jian Ruochen doesn't have a split personality, he has really become a different person!

He stood up suddenly.

Guan Yingjun broke out in sweat and felt more frightened than ever before.

Jian Ruo has been sleeping for so long, will she still be the person he loves after she wakes up?

If not, where would his Jian Ruochen go?

"What's wrong?" Chen Jincai put his arm on the back of the sofa in the lounge, and squinted at Guan Yingjun who suddenly stood up, "Sir, the female soldier is just repaying a favor, and you are jealous of this?"

Now, except for a few emotionally dull people, everyone in the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit knows the relationship between Guan Yingjun and Jian Ruochen.

The hug from the old gold shop owner and Guan Yingjun's dazed look when he carried the person down this time were both inescapable evidence.

The other groups temporarily stopped thinking about swinging their hoes to pry the little God of Wealth into their own group.

I can't pry it open. I can't pry it open at all.

Unless the color is better than the standard.

Chen Jincai looked at Guan Yingjun's face with a complicated expression.

This guy has a bad temper, a really good figure, and a really handsome face.

Guan Yingjun put on his coat and said, "I'm going to the hospital to see him."

Chen Jincai winked and said, "You can't wait? The Public Relations Department will read out the commendations later. Don't you want to know how the mainland praises him?"

Guan Yingjun had no intention of thinking about these things.

Without saying a word, he opened the door of the emergency passage, took a few steps, and then ran involuntarily towards the parking lot.

Get in the car, close the door, turn the key, step on the accelerator, drift out of the parking space, and rush straight out of the parking lot.

The wooden guardrail blocking the car was crashed into the green belt with a bang.

All in one go.

The patrol officer on duty glanced at the license plate number and saw that it was Guan Sir's car. He immediately wrote down the fine in his notebook as if it was nothing new, went to the green belt to pick up the guardrail, sat in the guardhouse, and turned on the STN radio.

It was Chen Zhuyao's voice inside: "As the heir of Conant, Jian Ruochen took the initiative to devote himself to the cause of building Hong Kong. He said that he did not understand finance and wanted to use other methods to do something for the citizens of Hong Kong within his ability."

·

Queen Mary Hospital, Kowloon.

Jian Ruochen leaned on the rocking hospital bed, and when he heard this, his face flushed and he was breathing weakly, "Change, change the channel."

Why does Uncle Luo tell everything to others?

This, this is too sensational.

How embarrassing.

His toes clawed at the sheets. "Watch another cartoon."

The attending doctor didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You don't know yet, the mainland has sent you a letter of praise and a medal, and the public relations department will come out to read it next. Do you really not want to listen? Then I will change it?"

Jian Ruo was silent for a while, but when she saw that he was really going to change the channel, she stretched her neck to stop him, "Then listen."

I still want to hear the commendation from the mainland, and for the sake of the commendation later, I can tolerate the sensational content in the beginning.

The attending physician laughed, put down the remote control, and looked at the electrocardiogram and blood pressure monitor beside him to make records.

On TV.

Chen Zhuyao said: "Jian Ruochen participated in dozens of joint investment projects between the mainland and Hong Kong. Together with Hong Kong businessmen such as Gu Youming and Xu Jiahui, he became a pioneer in responding to the reform and opening up. Together with Mr. Gu Youming, he co-founded Xiangjiang Wharf Aviation Catering Co., Ltd. to promote the exchange of folk customs and food between the two places."

"The mainland specially sent a letter of commendation. We have won the qualification to broadcast the letter of commendation to the public relations department. Please see the content of the commendation below."

·

Fishing village, wild fishing park pier.

The old man who was selling fishing gear was fishing. When he heard what was said on the portable radio, he immediately put down his fishing rod and said, "Du Luoxin! Consultant Jian has been commended by the higher-ups. It's on TV right now. Why don't you go home and check it out?"

Du Luoxin hummed, then said, "I brought a portable TV, which I found at a street stall a few days ago. It also has a picture."

Old man: "Huo! Good stuff, I want to see it too."

Four or five people from the fishing village immediately surrounded Du Luoxin, craning their necks to look at the TV with a four-inch screen in his hand.

In the picture.

The head of the Public Relations Department raised the letter, and a dignified and solemn voice came out from the loudspeaker.

"Jian Ruochen, a member of the Hong Kong Basic Law Legislative Committee and an outstanding Hong Kong entrepreneur, has made significant contributions to the country's development and construction. He participated in helping Hong Kong and the mainland to exchange and cooperate, established the national defense fund "Tiangong", and not only promoted the research of astrophysics, but also vigorously promoted rocket research."

"Not only that, Jian Ruochen actively promotes Hong Kong youth's understanding of Chinese history and culture."

·

On the hospital bed, Jian Ruochen felt his ears burning as he listened.

It was only after the Legislative Council returned three years later. I just mentioned it casually during the last meal, and he actually made it public.

Isn't this a bit too early?

Also, what history and culture.

The history and culture of food?

He wanted to open a retail shop at the Hong Kong Pier, mainly to help people improve their lives, and by the way, to try out delicious food from all over the world.

I never thought that even this would be praised.

This is nothing to praise.

There is also "Tiangong". This fund was also set up to defraud Oliver Keith. The subsequent 10 billion US dollars was invested when he ate too much during a meal with the leader.

He felt embarrassed to just eat without saying anything.

·

The head of the public relations department looked at the words on the letter and sweat broke out on his forehead.

This, this word.

I hope he won’t be assassinated by the British Hong Kong government if he reads it!

Forget it, assassination is assassination.

The head of the Public Relations Department said in a trembling voice: "Since the return incident, Jian Ruochen has actively participated in the investigation and solved several major cases, helping Hong Kong to eliminate social cancer, and thus became a thorn in the eyes and flesh of those with ulterior motives."

He swallowed, his blood pressure rising, and he read on with gritted teeth: "As a benchmark in the news industry, STN, under the leadership of Jian Ruochen, has bravely told the truth of many cases, pioneered the public trial of bad capitalists, and sought justice for the people."

"Jian Ruochen worked closely with the West Kowloon Regional Police Station to bring Jiang Mingshan, Lu Qian and other Hong Kong rioters to justice, preventing them from further harming the people of Hong Kong and breaking the law. He is an outstanding youth representative."

"To commend them for their firm support for the leadership of the Party, exemplary compliance with the Constitution and laws, active participation in the construction of socialism with Chinese characteristics, and practice of the important requirements of "establishing lofty ideals, loving the great motherland, shouldering the responsibilities of the times, daring to work hard, cultivating strong skills, and tempering moral character", and having outstanding work performance and good social influence.①"

"Specially awarded the May Fourth Medal to Chinese Youth."

"In recognition of its important investments in major engineering projects, its military contributions to aviation, and its astronomical funds in astrophysics."

"Specially awarded the Medal of Outstanding Contribution."

"Best regards."

The scene switches to the STN studio.

Chen Zhuyao's eyes were red, and she choked up as she said, "With the recognition and example, I believe that more and more enthusiastic people will follow in the footsteps of their predecessors."

She paused and said, "Let's take a look at the next piece of news. According to our exclusive news, after Lu Rong disbanded the triad under Lu Qian's name, he did not leave any resettlement fees for the brothers in the triad. Instead, he took all the proceeds and laundered them. His money laundering methods have been discovered by West Kowloon and are under further investigation. It is said that he has been summoned for trial."

·

Kowloon Prison dining room.

Jiang Hanyu hasn't eaten a single bite of food since the STN midday news started.

Seeing this, my throat became choked and my chest felt stuffy.

Lu Rong...was arrested?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

He was also waiting for Lu Rong and Jian Ruochen to fight until both were defeated, so that after he was released from prison, he could reap the benefits and live a carefree life!

Jiang Hanyu thought of the female soldier's words again -

"I hope you can accept the questioning from the mainland then!"

Jiang Hanyu's head suddenly buzzed. He tilted his head back to take a breath, but he felt his chest was about to split apart with pain and he couldn't take a breath.

He looked at Huo Jinze who was sitting opposite him and saw those cold eyes full of ridicule.

Huo Jinze had finished the rice on his plate. He behaved well and even got a chicken leg with the red bone neatly placed on the plate.

Jiang Hanyu watched, scooped a spoonful of rice without tasting it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

My chest still hurts and the food has no taste.

Tasteless.

Huo Jinze looked at his thin, pale face, no longer delicate and pretty, and stood up with the plate in his hand. He looked down at him and said, "Look, he is so good. He can always turn danger into safety and nothing happens to him. You are different..."

Jiang Hanyu wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth to take a breath, a grain of rice in his mouth, which he had not yet chewed and swallowed, choked his trachea.

He started coughing bitterly, and the blood in his body was flowing backwards. He couldn't swallow the food, so he had to spit it out.

Jiang Hanyu coughed so hard that tears streamed down his face, but his trachea was still itchy and he couldn't cough out anything.

The fantasies of the past two days were circling in his mind, fantasizing about Jian Ruochen's death and the wonderful life after he was released from prison.

Afterwards, the scene showed Chen Zhuyao's ruthless opening and closing of her lips, the cold expression of the female soldier and her sharp words, as well as the mainland's commendation of Jian Ruochen.

I just felt a sickening breath rising in my chest.

Jiang Hanyu's eyes went dark, blood rushed to his body, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pu" sound.

He couldn't stop coughing.

But no one came to take care of it.

There are many people in Kowloon Prison who are serving their sentences because of Lu Rong's immoral behavior. What they hate most is that they cannot take revenge on Lu Rong.

Now Jian Ruochen is making an effort and is about to catch Lu Rong, and he has done so many good things.

If Jian Ruochen is simple, he is worthy of respect.

They are just desperate and struggling to survive in Hong Kong. If they have a choice, who is born a bad person?

Jiang Hanyu covered his mouth and looked at the red in front of him in horror. Before he completely fainted, Huo Jinze pinched his philtrum and woke him up in pain.

Huo Jin asked, "Do you want to be released on medical parole?"

Jiang Hanyu nodded with tears in his eyes and grabbed Huo Jinze's fingers, "Save me. Aren't you a medical student? Save me."

Huo Jin thought of his words about wanting Jian Ruochen to die, and smiled, "Medical parole requires family members to go to the prison to handle the procedures. I remember... your only relative is Jiang Mingshan. Was he betrayed and killed by you?"

Hong Kong has not yet returned, and the prison has not been reformed. Here, no one will come to save Jiang Hanyu.

Huo Jin let him go, saw Jiang Hanyu fall to the ground in a mess, raised his hand and reported to the prison guard.

Jiang Hanyu heard the music at the end of the STN noon news, saw the light getting farther and farther away from him, and heard Huo Jinze's footsteps getting farther and farther away.

His eyes rolled back and he was completely unconscious.

·

Mary Hospital.

Jian Ruochen gritted his teeth, his nose felt a little sore, and he breathed in lightly unconsciously.

It's clearly an award, but why does it make people so moved?

He knew that part of the motherland's commendation was to set an example, and hoped that through him it could change some Hong Kong citizens' views of the mainland.

To demonstrate the demeanor of a great country and to show that after the return of Hong Kong, merits will be rewarded and faults will be punished.

Not as scary as the rumors say.

But I'm still touched.

It was as if everything he did, no matter how big or small, intentional or unintentional, was seen by another person, remembered in his heart, and accumulated little by little.

He took a piece of paper with his right hand, wiped the corner of his eyes casually, lowered his eyes and threw the paper ball into the trash can beside the bed, which pulled the wound on his shoulder. The pain made him lose his aim, and the paper ball fell to the ground and rolled to the side of a pair of leather shoes.

Jian Ruochen looked up and saw Guan Yingjun, who was panting. "What's wrong?"

Guan Yingjun looked at him carefully, "Jian Ruochen?"

"Hmm?" Jian Ruochen was confused.

Guan Yingjun sat beside the bed, raised his hand, his fingers trembling, and covered his face, "It's okay."

He grabbed Jian Ruochen's right hand, lifted it up and kissed the fingertips, "It's okay, I'm glad it's you."

Just like what I worried about when I first realized that I had feelings for Jian Ruochen.

He liked this person uncontrollably and without any principles. He didn't care who Jian Ruochen really was or what his purpose was. He only cared about where he would live.

Guan Yingjun brought a bowl of porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat. He held the cup and asked Jian Ruochen to rinse his mouth and calm down before feeding him with a spoon.

Jane couldn't eat while she was asleep.

At first taste, it tastes more fragrant than ever before.

His appetite was aroused. Looking at Guan Yingjun's thinner face, he whispered, "Come here."

Guan Yingjun came closer.

Jian Ruochen: "Closer."

Guan Yingjun leaned over, and before he could react, he was kissed on the corner of his lips.

Jian Ruochen said: "I like you."

Guan Yingjun pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and said, "I love you."

Jian Ruochen was speechless for a moment.

Outside the door, the attending doctor closed the door that had just been opened.

Hey, are these two so sweet when they are dating?

He missed his wife just by looking at her.

Guan Yingjun picked up the spoon and fed Jian Ruochen again: "Get well soon, do you want to interrogate Lu Rong in person?"