MTL - Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping-v3 Chapter 4128 Light ferry circuit, Jiusheng Nian Junan (43)

Looking at Luo’s beautiful face, it was pale, and the nurse’s lady couldn’t answer it.

After a few seconds, she nodded and said, "Yes."

"Tell me the ward."

"Ten 005."

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This is originally a private hospital. The cost of a vip ward is as high as a thousand, so there are very few people coming and going.

Luo Dust stood in the middle of the promenade, gently rubbing his eyebrows, the smell of alcohol coming from the nose, let her suffocate.

This moment, she hates this taste.

They should run in the tree-lined path of the campus, and they should enjoy the youth that belongs to this age.

Can be biased, turned out to be MND.

Take away everything they should have, all in all.

At the moment of standing at the door of the ward, Luo Ding really felt that he could not hold on.

All the emotions seem to have reached the point where they are about to collapse, as if to step back, it is the abyss.

But she... still has thoughts, even if I use another round of thousands of years to change back, it doesn't matter.

Even if it’s gone, it doesn’t matter...

"Buckle--" Luo Ding gently tapped the door twice, no reaction in the room.

For a long time, there was a cool, watery sound.

"who is it?"

His voice was slightly shivering, and it seemed to be telepathic, knowing who the person standing at the door was.

The moment when Luo dusted the door and walked in, the two men looked at each other.

Du Jiusheng smashed, and the good-looking eyebrows became deeper and deeper, and the thin lips were slightly squatting.

It seems that there are thousands of words to talk to her, but at this moment, I can’t say it.

"The travel of Jiusheng’s brother is quite special." Luo Dingou’s mouth with a light smile.

This smile is not reluctant, but when Luo Dust sees the nine life, the corner of his mouth will raise a smile.

It was a touch of unconscious smile.

"Dust..." Du Jiusheng’s voice was very gentle, looking at her voice: "Come here."

She turned in his direction, step by step, and squatted in front of the bed, looking up at him: "Isn't the nine-born brother just said that he wants to eat raw bun? I bought it?"

Looking at her with some clear eyebrows, he raised his hand and touched her cheek: "I'm sorry..."

When Du Jiusheng knew that he had MND, the first thing that flashed through his mind was how to tell her.

She will not be sad, how should she accept?

He is eager for all the time with her, and is eager for every warmth. The time they spent together was so short, even when they reached the end of their lives, he felt short.

But I don't know why, God wants to make this joke with him.

"Why should I apologize?" Luo looked at him with a red eye and said: "Jiusheng’s brother does not have to apologize, never apologize."

"I lied to the dust... I should apologize." Du Jiusheng didn't like her half-squatting, raised her hands and hugged her up: "Sit on the bed."

Du Jiusheng still seems to have a lot of strength to hold her up, but Luo Dian does not want him to use his strength.

She slammed into the bed and buried her on his chest. "In fact, I already knew that I was guessed when my brother was hospitalized with a fever."

"I guessed it then?" He touched her head gently, and the corner of his eyes was soft. "Our family is so smart."

"Oh..." she whispered, her eyes flashing with tears: "What is the use of her cleverness? She can't save you..."