"You …"

What a coincidence! Unfortunately, He Lianheng also spoke, overlapping words and then stopping.
ZongJin hurriedly say "you first, you first …"
Man voice behind him paused "… WeiChi"
"… well" ZongJin should seriously.
"Is it really late?"
"It’s really Wei Chi"
"Wei Chilan?"
"Well WeiChiLan"
There is no origin. Zong Jin actually heard something from his words. He carefully wanted to change it. It is hard to believe such an incredible thing at the moment. Zong Jin felt that his soul had been pulled away from this sentence when he opened his mouth. He floated in the corner of the room and listened to the bed and talked softly.
He said, "… if you don’t believe me, you can prove it." I was killed in Xiaoshan, as the world knows, that night … But if I open my eyes again, I will already be in your office. "
He Lianheng didn’t answer him simply to say, "I don’t know what’s going on? Maybe the real Zongjin has been reincarnated for a long time. In the woodland, I just said that I would prove it to you in the future because I was in a hurry. In fact, how can I prove it? "
This is a bit disconsolate. Zong Jin sighed lightly. "… except for myself, I can prove that I am Weichilan again."
"I believe"
Chapter one hundred Don’t talk about business tonight
The night is as cool as water. Zong Jin has a new gauze and doesn’t even have a coat.
He said that, and then he slowly got up with the bed board, and lifted and moved the legs of He Lianheng from the foot of the bed to the side where He Lianheng’s great-coat hung-this seems to be a new one. He was prone to cold in early spring, and he was inconvenient to move. This great-coat was made of white fox leather-and he didn’t hesitate to put on his shoulders directly, as if after the two had expressed their hearts to each other, He Lianheng’s things were his things.
Looking at Zong Jin’s posture wrapped in a great coat, Lian Heng’s eyes chased him and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Thirsty" Zong Jin’s face is still hot, but it is not because of injury "pouring water"
"It’s good to have someone outside to call them in and do it."
"Forget it in the middle of the night" Zong Jin turned and walked out of the room "and didn’t hurt his hands and feet"
This is true. It is painful enough for Zong Jin to grasp the pain behind his back, but it does not prevent him from moving. In particular, he is also very patient. If the wound is not festering and the high fever makes him unconscious, he would have to lie down for such a long time.
The fox coat was worn around him, and he almost hung to the ground. He Lianheng watched him step on his shoes carelessly, dragging his steps and scratching the floor, and then slowly sat up. The man leaned against the bed to see him, such as taking the teapot out, pouring out the cold tea, disappearing for a while and then reappearing. Finally, he stopped to put the teapot in front of the tea stove in the room.
Now I’m going to see Zong Jin again. When he walks, he looks down and his fingers move when he does things … Any place can overlap with Wei Chilan in He Lianheng’s memory.
And men are no longer telling themselves that it’s not Wei Chilan.
He thought about abrupt throat itchy cough two "ahem …"
"What’s the matter?" ZongJin cut immediately to "what’s wrong? Shall I call the doctor? "
"hinder" even constant way "the original also didn’t hurt multiple is blood loss at best; It’s much better now. It’s not as bad as you. "
"… that’s still your weight" ZongJin seriously "injured tea is bad? Drink water. "
"all good"
There is nothing unusual in He Lianheng’s answer. The answer is quite casual and peaceful, but he seems to have been touched by the word "lightness". His secret feelings seem to be uncomfortable for no reason. He quickly lowered his eyes and deliberately turned to stare at the teapot mouth to see the white steam coming out slowly.
When he was Wei Chilan, the decision to fight was in his hands. People who dare to question will provoke.
While he was Zong Jinshi, although he didn’t suffer too much difficulties, those people despised his humble status as a little girl. He didn’t know that nature decided this matter, and it never depended on his mind.
But the translation of "everything is fine" means "it’s fine if you decide", and then the translation makes Zong Jin uneasy-uneasy because he suddenly lost his love.
But even if he looked down at the teapot, He Lianheng was in his corner.
On whether he wants to see men or not, his attention always includes men.
Zong Jin wanted to avoid his eyes quickly and drifted around until he caught a glimpse of the candle next to him. He didn’t even think about it. He grabbed the windowsill and put a small scissors on his side to cut the candle core.
He is very not easy to let oneself don’t have to see He Lianheng again, but He Lianheng can still stare at him and take it seriously without blinking.
-The man’s ill-fitting fox coat made his face more petite and fluffy, and the black ponytail hung loosely behind his head. A few broken hairs fell on the sideburns and bent into just the right arc to set off the jaw line. Zong Jinsheng was beautiful, even if he didn’t know it, others would recognize it like this. But at this moment, He Lianheng thinks that beauty is like jade.
"… how old cut also see it burn more."
-if you don’t speak.
He Lianheng thought lightly in his mind and said, "Then leave it alone and don’t read or write words. It doesn’t have to be so bright."
"Oh …"
Zong Jin managed to put the scissors back and go back to inject him. It didn’t take long for the water in the pot to boil. Zong Jin was really thirsty. He immediately poured two cups and picked up one of them without waiting for it to cool down. When he finished, he took another cup and went to the couch. "You drink a little."
"good"
He Lianheng is always a "I’ll listen if you say it" attitude. The other party is so obedient to Zong Jin, but he feels uncomfortable all over. It seems that someone hit him with a sap. He has never dared to see He Lianheng’s eyes and handed the cup to him. He also stuttered and said "small, small, pay attention to hot mouth" and later he didn’t know what he was talking about, but he twitched his mouth testily.
He Lianheng said nothing, neither debunking his eccentricity nor deliberately teasing him as usual.
Men only drink a little when they are half lying down and blowing gently.
Zong Jin simply sat down at the foot of the bed with one leg lifted and stepped on the edge of the bed. One leg was still on the ground, and it was so wild that people felt blind. This face was very casual when Zong Jin noticed that he was sitting on his knees and bowed his head to the bar.
He Lianheng can see his eyebrows more clearly when he is close.
His long eyelashes are tall but small, and his nose was accidentally scratched in the war … He pressed his lips on the back of his hand and looked soft and full.
The more you look at it, the more people like it.
After a long time, Zong Jincai said, "I’m not a ghost … You know best that I have no reason to help Lezheng or Huangfu."
"Of course I know."
"But it’s not more think more wrong?" Abruptly speaking of business, Zongjin’s tone suddenly changed back to "someone helped Huangfu to assassinate someone in Sanhekou, and someone helped Le to encircle the forest land … Lezheng and Huangfu naturally could not join hands or want to join hands, so they would have joined hands to attack the imperial spring letter state and wait until this time to start work. It’s like …"
"The purpose is to kill me, not to help foreign enemies." He Lianheng answered the words and simply said what he was thinking.
Zong Jin "well" agreed to look at him askew. "There is another possibility that you have more than one ghost under your hand."
"I don’t think so," He Lianheng said. "It’s someone who wants to kill me."
"How do you say?"
"intuition"
“…………”
Zong Jin frowned suddenly and remembered some trivial things to "… stab in the back with arrows is not poisonous"
"Well, it just makes people toxic."
He carefully recalled that after passing through the woodland, it was like talking to himself in He Lianheng. "Le Zhenggu came to the man with a arrogant tone and laughed endlessly, and he was quite confident in those livestock; After you were shot by an arrow, a man in black fell from the sky with a heavy knife, as if he were going to use that blow to blade you … That makes sense. It’s the hand blade that won’t poison you. "
"impossible"
"That you connect to plan if you don’t have a month’s injury, you will wait in Min City? When people cut off the grain and grass line, they can boil us to death; Or let Hector even home reinforcements method come in again to encirclement and suppression by this thousand … Now there should be six thousand six thousand people even keep "