My Secretary is a Little Sweet

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The breeze is gentle, blowing the white curtains, making it dance like a fairy, and like a fairy with a graceful figure.

There was sunlight coming from the window, glaring and warm, awakening a long-sleeping soul.

His consciousness was a bit chaotic, and his memory was fragmented, and he couldn't remember who he was.

He vaguely felt that he had been asleep for a long time, but he always couldn't wake up, and was always surrounded by a nightmare.

In that nightmare, there was a storm, thunder and thunder, a beautiful baby face, and a bullet that shot quickly into his eyebrows.

The fragments of memory exploded, and the pain in his heart made him deeply confused again.

There was a familiar scent of candy floating beside him, and a familiar gentle sigh floating in his ears.

Who is it?

Why can't he remember?

He felt that the sweet smell of sweets around him was going away from him. He desperately wanted to catch it. He shouted in his heart: Don't go, don't go! Stay, stay with me!

But the familiar breath didn't seem to hear his hysterical cry, she really left.

Surrounded by endless loneliness and cold, the sun shining on him did not seem to make his body feel a trace of warmth.

He was quiet.

At a certain moment, memories flowed like a tide, and piecemeal pictures were spliced ​​together piece by piece, reminding him finally of what he was in this life.

The tingling in the forehead is still there, but he can no longer stop his awakening.

Compared to forgetting yourself and forgetting all people and things, this is a bit painful, and it is nothing.

Jing Yiran opened his eyes, and the dazzling sunlight immediately made him close his eyes subconsciously.

He stretched out his hand, covering his eyes, and then slowly opened it again.

Fresh air entered his lungs, making him feel the joy of life.

Is he still alive?

He is still alive!

He is not dead!

Jing Yiran tried to get up, his movements were slow and stiff, it can be seen that he slept unconscious for a lot of time.

There is no strength in the body, but there is no hunger in his belly. Maybe he has not eaten for too long, and he can't feel hunger!

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. As long as he is alive, everything is not a problem, everything can be done again!

The moment the bullet hit his eyebrows, he will never forget!

He was killed by Jing Yichen!

Although somehow, the luck survived, but the former Jing Yiran was dead!

Jing Yi's pain came from his heart, making Jing Yiran unable to think.

He relaxed his whole body and looked around and out the window.

The house is simple and neat, with white walls, white curtains, and white bedding. It looks like it is in a hospital, but it doesn't smell like the hospital's disinfectant.

Outside the window, green grass and various flowers are quietly blooming, attracting countless butterflies and bees flying.

Jing Yiran leaned weakly on the wall, looked at the needle inserted in the back of his hand, watched the medicine drop into the body along the needle, and suddenly smiled gently.

Who else in this world wants to keep him alive? Who else will try his best to save him?

The sweet and sweet candy atmosphere still seems to wrap around the tip of his nose, making him feel comfortable!

Fawn, you are such a silly girl!

Don’t you hate me?

I used you, but you still pulled me back from the **** of death, what should I use to repay you?

This relationship is too big.

Jing Yiran closed his eyes gently, breathing fresh air in a big mouth, bathing in the bright and warm sunlight, the whole person was like a new life.

I don't know how long it took, the door was opened, and a petite figure walked in.

The petite figure saw the man sitting on the bed enough to reverse all sentient beings, and he stepped in a step.

After a while, she seemed to return to calm, and walked to the bed, using her unique doll sound, and said lightly: "You are awake."

Jing Yiran opened the narrow and long peach blossom eyes, and the lingering soul made the figure standing in front of the bed slightly startled.

He spoke lightly, his voice hoarse, but with a strange charm: "My baby, I haven't seen you for a long time! Have you missed me?"

The intimate appellation, unique tone, and **** voice, as long as it is a woman, will be instantly killed by this man's unparalleled charm!

The little deer jumped in his heart, and was immediately depressed by him, still using a light tone: "No, I see you every day."

Jing Yiran looked up and down at this little woman who saved her life.

She did not wear sportswear, but wore a black tights, highlighting her exquisite and **** figure, her long hair was simply tied behind her head, her white face was not powdered, and it was pure like only 18 year old.

It's just that the gun held in her hand with black leather gloves and the light murderousness on her body made people unable to ignore her danger. Such a calm manner and indifferent eyes are not what an eighteen-year-old girl can do. own.

Pure, only her appearance, killing, is the deepest imprint of her soul.

Jing Yiran's pupils shrunk, and then he smiled casually: "Your dress is very good today, it looks better than the loose sportswear you used to wear, it suits you!"

Xiaolu glanced at him blankly, and spit out two words with a clear baby voice: "Is it?"

Jing Yiran nodded: "Of course!"

"Since you're awake, I'll give you something to eat. What do you want to eat?"

The deer put the gun in his hand on the belt around the waist. The simple action made her do it smoothly and naturally. Obviously, she often did this action, that is, she often took the gun.

Jing Yiran leaned against the wall, lazy and casual: "Since the brain is hurt, then eat some brain tonic, I want to eat tofu brain!"

There was a hint of nonchalant smile on the corner of the deer's lips. While turning around and walking away, he said lightly: "I thought you wanted to eat human brain, but here is not domestic, there is no tofu brain, but there is soy milk, you will Just a moment!"

Jing Yiran was dissatisfied: "Please, is the tofu brain and soy milk a bit far away? You can't treat seriously injured patients so casually!"

"These two are close relatives, both beans are born, the effect is exactly the same, should be able to make up your pig brain."

Jing Yiran suddenly smiled. He looked at the deer's slender back and whispered: "Thank you, deer."

The deer kept walking, calmly said: "You're welcome, Jing Yiran."

Jing Yiran stared at her, and at the moment she was about to go out, she said indifferently: "Or, I should say, thank you, Angel."