Chapter 613 Superstar (66)

He Dongling's tone became fierce, "Didn't you see my true face clearly? I'm just playing with you. You will still love me."

When questioning this sentence.

He was unspeakably nervous.

Bai Weiwei's lips moved, but she didn't gnaw.

He Dongling frowned, his eyes filled with deep and chaotic anger.

He turned around, just about to open his mouth to continue questioning.

But seeing Bai Weiwei's face was full of tears, she bit her lip and didn't cry out.

Tears flowed out one by one, the tip of the nose was red, crying pitifully and cutely.

All of He Dongling's words were blocked in his throat, unable to speak a single word.

The tears of the rest of my life, with joy but not joy.

It was only when He Dongling realized what was wrong with her that she risked her life to rescue him.

But he was busy questioning her.

He Dongling considered himself a scumbag, but to be honest, it was the first time he was so scumbag to a weak woman from beginning to end.

He gritted his teeth and said something that he would never say normally.

"I will become stronger. Master Jiu will never do anything to me, let alone touch you, so don't cry."

He wants to save face, and his mind is heavy, such bold words.

If it doesn't work out, it's very difficult to speak up.

But seeing her frightened tears, I couldn't care less.

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Bai Weiwei choked and said, "Then when will you become stronger?"

He Dongling's expression froze, "It should be soon."

Bai Weiwei: "That means we can't tell when it will be, and it will be soon after ten years."

He Dongling: "..."

Bai Weiwei: "That's why I risked my life to save you, and came back to work overtime to serve you after get off work. Is there any problem with the extra charge?"

He Dongling: "..."

Bai Weiwei's tears had already been withdrawn, and she carefully checked the number.

"Look, it's at least tens of thousands to block a bullet. Overtime pay is not too much, maybe five hundred. Mental damage or something, it means a few thousand, and when you pushed me just now, I fell down. It hurts so much, just two thousand for the medical expenses..."

He Dongling propped his forehead with his hands, his head hurts, who am I, where am I.

Where is my beautiful ex-wife who only wants true love and doesn't want money?

I really miss the old white fool.

She only thought of asking for money when he was poor now.

Why don't you sympathize with him, a paralyzed old man, who is sad about making money hard.

After He Dongling returned to the hospital and transferred the money to Bai Weiwei, he suddenly realized everything.

The leg must continue to rehabilitate, and the money must continue to be earned.

We must continue to fight for rights by all means.

The experience of death did not frighten him out of courage, but instead aroused his heart's cruel desire.

Only people who are masters can control their own lives.

He won't give anyone a second time with a gun to his head.

Falling to the ground again, He Dongling was dripping with sweat, and Bai Weiwei came to help him.

He Dongling saw her struggling to help him onto the chair.

Then he took out a clean towel, wiped his sweat, and poured water for him.

He Dongling didn't have any resistance, instead he obediently let her do what she did.

The way he looks at her sometimes has a softness that should not be noticed.

A flicker of light, not many, but very precious.

No nurse is so considerate.

There will not be any nurses who will work overtime after get off work.

There will be no nurse who dares to block the gun because of him.

So, she still likes him.