Gong Shao proposed again today

Chapter 1221 Did he admit the wrong person? (47)

She saw it, so she was shocked, maybe it was intentional, maybe it was unintentional, and she fell from upstairs...

Beitang continued: "Shirao is a strong and optimistic girl, she will never have suicidal tendencies, this matter may not be that simple. I know your friendship with Ou Yimo, but Shirao is my sister, if she falls Lou's matter is really related to Ou Yimo, and I will never let her go. At that time, if you stand by her side, we will no longer be friends."

"I have severed my friendship with her. Whether this matter has something to do with her or has nothing to do with it, it's up to you to handle it. You don't need to ask me what I mean." Zhan Nanjue said, walking slowly towards the hospital bed.

His eyes seemed to never leave the unconscious Gong Shirao.

Slowly, he sat down on the chair beside the bed.

Beitang looked at Zhan Nanjue with a complicated expression. He knew the significance of Ou Yimo to Zhan Nanjue. In the past 18 years, she had always been the person he protected desperately.

"Severe kindness?" Beitang frowned, "You said you were with Ou Yimo? Are you serious?"

"Don't mention this disgusting name in front of me again." Zhan Nanjue frowned in disgust, his tone was as cold as ice and snow in December.

Beitang was slightly stunned, presumably something very unpleasant happened between Ou Yimo and Zhan Nanjue, otherwise, with Zhan Nanjue's temperament, he would never really let Ou Yimo ignore him.

However, it is good to say yes.

Beitang didn't really want to be an enemy of Zhan Nanjue at first, because after so many years of friendship, he knew that he was a man who valued love and righteousness, and also a man who followed his word.

"Remember what you said today." Beitang said. "At any time, I will not tolerate anyone who is against my sister. Her enemy is my enemy."

"Me too." Zhan Nanjue said.

"What?" Beitang didn't seem to hear clearly for a while.

Zhan Nanjue gently tucked the quilt for Gong Shirao.

Beitang seemed to understand something.

He remembered that Zhan Nanjue once said that he was going to make an appointment with Gong Shirao, but for such a long time, they seemed to have no contact with each other, and he thought that it was impossible for them to do so long ago.

"Do you really like Shi Rao?"

Like it?
Zhan Nanjue only felt the tip of his nose slightly sour.

He didn't know if he still had the qualifications to like her.I don't know if she will give him a chance to like her.

She shunned the magnanimous Zhan Nanjue in the past.

What can this filthy him give her now?
"I can fight against the whole world for her." Zhan Nanjue said.

This time, Beitang heard clearly.

"It will take half a month for her to wake up at the earliest." Beitang said to Zhan Nanjue: "If it is slow, it may take two or three months or even longer. You don't have to watch it, go and take good care of your body. When she wakes up, you It should be pretty good."

"Go and find out the main reason why she fell from the building. I'm here to guard." Zhan Nanjue said.

"But……"

"I want to spend more time with her."

Because I don't know if she will be willing to see him after she wakes up.

Beitang looked at Zhan Nanjue, but finally said nothing.

Only Zhan Nanjue and the comatose Gong Shirao were left in the ward.

His fingers slowly stretched out to her hand, wanting to hold her palm, but before touching her hand, he thought of her resistance again, his hand froze in mid-air for a while, and then slowly fell on it. beside the bed.

He didn't touch her hand, seeing the scene where the two hands were about to touch each other with only one centimeter away, his heart surged.

"I'm sorry..." He murmured softly, his eyes were warm, "I'm sorry."

He never knew that one day, when facing her, he had nothing to say except sorry.

He never knew that there would be a day when he would be by her side only when she was unconscious.

I thought they would have a beautiful start, but everything was declared over before it could start.

(End of this chapter)