Twelve aristocrats

An Xiaoruo was struggling and feeling very uncomfortable.

An Xiaoruo left the restaurant.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .The rain is still falling, it seems to be sad for someone. . . . . .

hospital.

An Xiaoruo walked into the room silently, looking at the boy's angelic face, his fair cheeks had returned to rosiness, An Xiaoruo involuntarily stroked his clean forehead.

Suddenly, Jing's eyelashes trembled, and An Xiaoruo hurriedly wanted to withdraw her hand, but unexpectedly, she was held tightly by a pair of slender fingers with clear bones.

"Jing?" An Xiaoruo whispered Jing's name.

Jing opened her eyes, full of joy and affection: "Ruoer."

Jing originally wanted to do it, but An Xiaoruo held him back: "Jing, you are not in good health yet, lie down and rest first."

Jing pushed An Xiaoruo's hand away, sat up and said, "I'm not that weak, I can't get up after being showered twice."

An Xiaoruo sighed helplessly, and then helped him put the pillow on Jing's back.

"Idiot, why do you want to hurt your body like this, do you know, it's not worth it."

Jing held An Xiaoruo's hand tightly: "It's worth it, everything is worth it for you! What's more, isn't this a blessing in disguise?"

"Blessing in misfortune?" An Xiaoruo was puzzled, he was already like this, and he was blessed in misfortune, so it must be because he was drenched in rain and his brain was abnormal!

Jing looked into her puzzled eyes, as if she knew what she was thinking, and said softly: "At least you remember me now, don't you?"

vip252

An Xiaoruo suddenly realized that this was what he was referring to.However, An Xiaoruo didn't want to remember this memory in her heart. If it wasn't Jing, she would rather be An Zichun, a carefree and even a bit wretched An Zichun.

An Xiaoruo looked at Jing with a complicated expression. He didn't want to lie to him, but he couldn't decide the truth by himself, so it was a white lie, a lie for the twelve nobles and their future.

"What's wrong?" Jing could see something was wrong in An Xiaoruo's eyes.

"Only part of the memory has been recovered..." An Xiaoruo's voice was soft like warm wind, making it impossible to blame her.

Jing was stunned for a moment, his eyes became complicated, but they became clear and bright again in just a moment: "It doesn't matter, as long as Xiao Ruo remembers me."

Subconsciously, Jing still doesn't want Jing to be able to share with all her people, so Xiao Ruo won't remember those boys who once wanted to pursue Xiao Ruo.

Jing is not a saint, he cannot be perfect, and he is not an angel, because he is only An Xiaoruo's angel.

Although it was gloomy outside the window, the ward was full of warmth.

A meeting room of Shengyu College.

"How about An Xiaoruo, her memory has recovered?" The luxuriously dressed beautiful woman showed no emotion on her face, her beautiful face seemed to be only in her twenties.

There were several men in black standing beside them.

The leading man said respectfully: "Master, don't worry, everything is under control."

"En." The beautiful woman picked up a cup of steaming coffee on the table and took a sip, her crimson lips slightly raised: "By the way, how are Master Bai Yu and An Xiaoruo doing?"

"Master, please take a look." The leading man took out a large stack of photos from his pocket

-------------------------------- gorgeous dividing line --------------- ------------------------------