Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

Cheng Yuanzheng had been making a fuss for more than half an hour. All his energy was almost exhausted, his eyes were blurred, he was panting like a dead dog, and he seemed to be about to faint in the next second.

A young man who changed into a white suit and had sleek black hair came in, took off his sunglasses, and shouted unexpectedly: "Cheng Yuanzheng?"

Cheng Yuanzheng was as limp as a dead dog, barely breathing, unable to react at all.

"Ji Fengyun?" The young man changed his name indifferently, his sunglasses swinging back and forth in his hand.

Cheng Yuanzheng's pupils flashed in reaction, and he focused on him with great effort. He moved his lips for a long time: "Yao Wang, you bastard!"

After swearing silently, Cheng Yuanzheng passed out happily.

Yao Wang took off his wig, unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, and raised his eyebrows to ask the woman who was pulling Cheng Yuanzheng's eyelids to check his pupils.

"How about it?"

The woman gave a noble and cold smile.

"I fainted. I carried it for half an hour and there was no reaction. I'm really not a man."

Yao Wang grinned strangely.

"Young Master Ji is a semi-eunuch, don't be angry, my dear, my brother loves you."

Yao Wang took the cold beauty and left, then turned around and ordered the white coat.

"Watch him. If you can't recognize him when you wake up, report him immediately!"

"yes."

The door was gently closed, leaving only the sound of gentle breathing in the room.

Cheng Yuanzheng lay down with his eyes closed to rest and recover his strength, but the strings in his mind were tense.

The body temperature of the little fox on hand began to drop sharply again, and its fur felt soft, like a doll without any signs of life.

But Cheng Yuanzheng understood that it was still alive, but had entered an instinctive self-healing dormant state.

This is not the first time this has happened. Cheng Yuanzheng vaguely felt that his injury this time was not as serious as expected, and it was thanks to the little fox.

Surviving a catastrophe is bound to bring blessings later, and this time he was a blessing in disguise.

Cheng Yuanzheng held the motionless little fox on the back of his hand, observing its changes at any time and consolidating the memory in his mind.

He could see people's faces a little more clearly, but he seemed to be unaccustomed to this method of memory. His forgetting speed was beyond his expectation, and it was more difficult than a child learning to speak.

Unlike his wife, no matter when and where, even if she closed her eyes, he could immediately picture her face, and he could even count the missing eyelashes.

Could it really be related to the congestion in his brain? How many times have you been shaken by the explosion this time? Has it improved?

But the army physical examination never mentioned this!

Could it be another misunderstanding and coincidence?

This is not the most important thing. The injection of medicine was okay. Although it was difficult, it was not unbearable and it was not a big deal.

His performance today was considered satisfactory, temporarily dispelling Yao Wang's suspicion.

But it is not something to be taken lightly.

Drugs, this is a new direction of investigation.

Gotta get the news back.

I just hope that the news of his sacrifice will not bring too much sadness to his loved ones.

His wife should be waiting for him, right? She was only eighteen now, not yet of marriageable age, so he still had time.

Two days later, Su Haitang looked at his grandfather with a sad face in disbelief, and pinched the palm of his hand hard.

"I don't think I heard what you just said."

He Anbang frowned slightly and looked at his granddaughter who was unwilling to accept the reality with some worry.

"Girl, you heard that right. Comrade Yuanzheng died."

Su Haitang took a deep breath and waited for the spinning in her head to pass.

She silently looked at her grandfather standing behind the desk for a long time, then suddenly turned around and rushed out of the office.

"I'm going to use the bathroom."

He Anbang didn't stop her, looking at her windy back with complicated eyes.

Can my granddaughter bear such bad news?