Demonic Prince’s Wild Consort: The Trash Illegitimate Miss

Each time I read one, the smile deepens, so gentle and soft.

Emperor Yun came quietly and sent all the contents of the unnamed book, this guy probably did not rest.

Bai Ye folded them carefully and put them away.

Several days passed calmly and calmly, Emperor Yun seemed to come to her room every day, but she didn't let her hear a touch of movement. Only when she opened her eyes in the morning would she see the words he intended to leave. The pen almost always reminds her to pay attention to her body, add more clothes and the like, not love words are better than love words.

The weather is cold and the heart is warm.

This day happened to be a break. Bai Ye wanted to call the guys to ask about the latest situation, so he went to Qiao Yu first.

Just halfway through, a big black shadow rushed over quickly, but fortunately she evaded in time.

"Sorry, didn't it hurt you?"

Qiao Yu stabilized his footsteps and turned apologetically. It turned out to be Bai Ye, which relieved him slightly, and said unkindly: "Fortunately, it's you, sorry! I'm in a hurry to leave!"

Bai Ye didn't let go of the anxiety flashed in Qiao Yu's eyes. He felt something was wrong and immediately grabbed his neck.

"What are you running? Make it clear first, and look at your anxiety. What happened?"

Qiao Yu said anxiously: "Anxious! I'm dying! The gatekeeper came to me and said that my father was seriously ill and his life was in danger. The neighbor came to the college and asked me to go back quickly!"

When Bai Ye heard this, he could not wait for it, and immediately patted Qiao Yu on the shoulder: "Go, I will go back with you, maybe I can help you!"

Qiao Yu gave her a grateful look: "Bai Luo, thank you!"

Bai Ye secretly adjusted his breath, and his strong internal force protected his abdomen, and ran out of the courtyard door with Qiao Yu quickly.

They talked briefly with the male neighbor, and then quickly got into his humble carriage.

"Drive! Drive!"

At this time, Shangguan Ling slowly walked out from the corner of the side of the college, staring at the wagon that was moving away, and smiled coldly.

In the carriage, Qiao Yu had already shed tears from the man in a hurry and buried his face in his hands.Seeing this scene, Bai Ye's heart seemed to be uncomfortable being crushed by a huge stone. She was a ghost doctor and a six-star alchemy master. I hope she can help her friends.

Qiao Yu's family lives in the most suburban area of ​​the northern suburbs, while Shengying is located in the southern suburbs, and it takes about half an hour to arrive.

As soon as he got out of the car, he rushed towards an extremely shabby little hut. Bai Ye looked at such a simple environment, and his eyebrows twisted unconsciously.

Qiao Yu said at the beginning that he blew up the classroom because his father was not in good health and wanted to study the medicinal materials. He wanted to have no money to buy medicine.

Now that he sees his living environment, he knows that his family has suffered a lot, otherwise Qiao Yu cannot enter the college.

"Dad, don't scare me! Your pathogen is not so serious, what the hell is going on!" Qiao Yu burst into tears.

Bai Ye ran in from the narrow door immediately. The furnishings in the room were very simple, two bowls, two pairs of chopsticks, two patched thin shirts, a broken teapot with missing corners and a simple wooden bed .

Father Qiao was lying sickly on the bed, his face was sick, his head was already semi-bald, and his only hair was gray.

He coughed violently, and did not forget to reach out hard, and touched his son's head, giving him only a little comfort.

"Father is ... nothing, cough ..." Father Qiao suddenly covered his mouth.

"Dad! Don't talk, I'll go and ask you doctor!"

Father Qiao gradually stopped coughing and looked at the bright red palm, closing his eyes weakly.

"You don't have to go ... let Daddy finally ... look at you again, Daddy has ... will soon ... not."

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