This Quick Transmigration Experience Is A Bit Sweet

The author has something to say: in the evening, almost tonight.

There should be a chapter of the Qang Zhuangyuan.

Tattasted disinfectant.

The awareness of Zongyuan has begun, and the pure black vision is slow.

The body can't move, but the five senses began to recover.

Zhibo heard the sound.

"Boss, this is what you need to have a destination today."

"Put this."

A male voice sounded, and the sound was tired, "You go back to the company, the sound is small."

"Yes," Secretary is small, "You have to pay attention to the body, put the breakfast to you, you must remember to eat, or wait for the second less to wake up, definitely want to blame."

"I know, go back."

Zongyuan thought, the big brother is stupid, there is no breakfast, but still too long?

He is back.

The body can't move, Zong Yuan is not anxious, he shouted, "0046?"

No sound reply.

"Don't worry," Zong Yuan said with himself, "probably because my current body is coma state."

The sun is in his body, he is warm, his brother is sitting next to him, only hearing the sound of the keyboard and flipping the paper.

I can smell the fine rose.

Zong Yuan let himself think about other, don't think about his lover, don't think about how they meet, don't think about 0046 disappearance.

I don't want anything.

For a long time, he can feel that the finger is moving, starting from the finger, and there is a stiff pain in the whole body.

This is the consequence of the bed lying, Zong Yuan thought, he tried to mobilize the strength of the hand.

He didn't know how long he was in a coma.

Zong Shenzheng is dealing with documents, as if he saw the brother's finger, he was in a few seconds, and he went to find a doctor, "people! My brother woke up!"

Cool rational Zongshen Grand President, completely forgot to have a bell.

Zongyuan is so laughing, he has never seen this panic look, now I can only listen to the voice, not enough.

From the finger to the arms, the control of the whole body is replying, and Zhibo uses the whole body's strength and open his eyes.

The noisy voice came from outside the ward, and there was Zong Shen excited non-stop that my brother woke up.

Zong Yuan struggled to turn his head, looked at the door, waiting for a group of people to come in, "Brother, I wake up."

After a long time, I went home.

When Zong Yuan woke up, Zong Shenchi put down, Zong Yuan is already coma three days, no hospital does not detect the reason, Zong Shen's air pressure is lower than a day, and the thick hair is big. .

Fortunately, I wake up.

The hospital must check the body to the body, and Zong Yuan let the hospital check with Zongshen.

Zong Shen frowned, "I am fine, more health is more healthy, you will check it."

"Let together," Zong Yuan slammed his brother, "Just your irregular diet, who gives you a healthy confidence?"

"Odor boy!"

Still compromise with Zongyuan inspections.

The brothers checked out the results very well. Zongyuan is not a little weak in these three days, and Zong Shen is more amazing. He is in the stomach of the coffee tobacco and alcohol, which is just a slight stomach.

Zong Shenzhe is very magical, now there are fewer stomach disease. He is so tossible, and it is okay.

The body is too strong.

He showed off with Zongyuan, "Look, health."

Zong Yuan still remembers his face to lying on the bed and painted his hand, and he looked at the health of the doctor, and smiled, "Good, powerful."

Brother, can still live for many years.

The two returned home, Zong Shen was that only three days did not come back, but Zong Yuan knew that he had passed several times.

He looked at the familiar and strange renovation, returning to your own room.

It's very clean, there is a sun on the bedding.

He opened the first floor of the bedside cabinet, which is full of expensive smoke.

Take out the garbage bag and put this East suit.

In the case of this bag, I took the first floor of the bedside table and threw the smoke inside into the cabinet.

A garbage bag is not enough, Zongyuan put this bag value of a lot of tobacco and the garbage to be thrown, and holds a bag to the study, throwing the smoke in his bookcase under the eyes of Zongshen.

"Lying!" Zong Shen jumped directly, "What are you doing?"

"These are good things! There is no money to buy!"

Zong Yuan moves, open it: "I made a bad dream, dreaming that you smoke and kill."

Zongyi's look at your brother, "You let me let go, just a dream, it is impossible!"

Zong Yuan slowly said, "I smoke and die."

Zongshen breathing is hysterested, "Mom."

Holding this pile of smoke and throwing this pile to Zongyuan bag, "I throw it! You dare to smoke!"

"You smoked me and followed."

"Laozi doesn't smoke! There is still a cabinet in the cabinet, throw it!"

"Mom's Zong Shen, how much is your mother hide?"

"This is my collection."

"Do you want to send people?"

"No, throw it! Zongyuan, don't want to find a space! Do you really want to smoke?"

Zong Yuan took a laugh and looked at a bag of smoke.

Stat smoking from today.

Zong Yuan also had his own career, he worked with partners to open a software company, and he provided funds and partners were technical support.

He has played very much, but it is not interested, and the company is handed over to Zongshen, he will stay at home for two days.

The only thing that persisted, it is nothing wrong with it, is the call 0046, and the news of Qiquan.

He remembers the sentence he said.

Zongshen handed it to Zongyuan, "Who is this Qishui? Who do I don't know if you know?"

"I don't know who it is," Zong Yuan clarinated her eyebrows, "However, he will become your brother's wife."

Zong Shen Yi, "female ?!"

"Male," Zongyuan, "Brother, I like chubby children, after you have a lot of people, my wife wants to play."

"……roll."

The information of the people who are called Qizhuang is here. The Zongyuan is very fast, he is very fast, just look at the photo, and the feeling of touching in the heart, he can always find him in the first time. I want to find Qi Zhuang.

but.

No him.

Looking at the information on a table without expression, "Brother, send information about Qi Zhuang". "

Monkey, Zong Shen just wants to reprimand Yuan Yuan, and saw his brother's expression.

He has never seen such emotions, Zongshen, call the secretary, "to collect the male information called Qizhuang" nationwide, send it to the two, and send it as soon as possible. "

Zong Yuan closed his eyes to lying on the couch, his legs on a coffee table.

He didn't stretch this in the past few days.

He always has a kind of hunch, the next time delivery, he still can't find Qi Zhuang.

"I really think of me."

Zong Yuan asked him brother, "Brother, if there is a person to say to you", think of me, 'What do you think? "

Zong published a busy signing, "I once met him?"

"Well," Zong Yuan knocked on Erlang legs, meaning deep: "I think so."

The system can maintain memory, who knows that he will do his hands on memory.

Zong Yuan trusted his wife to exceed trust memory.

He stood up, "Brother, I will be in our old house and apartment in the high school, are it?"

"All, the key is in the study, you find a look."

"What is the things inside?"

"All."

Zong Yuan hurriedly went out, waved hands, "Brother, I went to the place in the past two days, don't come back, don't worry."

Zong Shen looked up from the desk, looked at his back, buried worried in his heart, "Yan Zhuang ..."

Zong Yuan took a large string key to all locations.

He came to his own room, not letting any spider mart, from the textbook of each year, to the drawers of yours, looking for any clues about Qi Zhuang.

From a child, I now moved five homes.

But Zongyuan believes that with his brother's brother's brother, it will never give anything to him.

There are countless memories that have been tumbling, and the Zongyuan sleepless will turn over the four places, and then he will rush to the old house.

Open the door, the dust is booming.

Zong Yuan walked into his own room and opened the door.

The time he lives in this place last time, but it is also the most unhappy.

He turned over a good wardrobe, and he turned out the full box of dolls from a box in the corner.

The Penmo is witnessed, and I saw a green gray and sinking small turtle doll.

In addition to the extent of the old, the other completely loved the turtle of Zongbao.

Zong Yuan put it on the side and continued to find his own east, but until the night faded, the sky was brighter, he still didn't find anything.

Zongyuan is decadently sitting on the ground.

He can't think of it.

If you can't think of it, will he meet him?

Irritated, I don't want to think, want to smoke.

He is sitting in the quiet room, don't know what it is else.

The mobile phone rang, and Zongyuan loured his face, "Brother."

The sound is hoarse.

Zong was scared, asked, "You go out to play for a night?"

"No," Zong Yuan, "Brother, I am in the old house, I didn't find anything."

Zongshen frowned, "What do you want to find?"

"Some things for me," Zong Yuan sighed, "I didn't find it."

Zongshen snorted, "You said early, I have your things, just in our house, there is a few diary."

Zong Yuan's eyes were very big, and the Teng was climbed. He took the turtle doll and went outside. "Why don't you say it early?"

"Where do I know what you are looking for?"

Zong Yuan hangs the phone, his speed is getting faster and faster, and the car will rush to the house.

Fighting the door, "Brother, things!"

Zong Shen just found it, he was washed, "moved to your room."

Zongyuan dust servant rushed into the room.

He never remember the habit of remember the diary.

Zong Yuan deep sucking, holding a one, still and the tender writing is in the eyes.

On a page of a page, don't let go of any word.

"XXXX April 8th. Sunny.

He hit me one thing.

He doesn't want me to know this.

He is a person who is good at lying.

I will obey his heart, I told him: 'You said that you should go back to learn early every night? '

He said yes.

I said: 'I believe you. '

I didn't tell him, I secretly asked the doctor, the doctor said, he can only live for half a month. "

"XXXX April 9th. Yin.

Gothic is very wrong with greatness.

He looked at my eyes and had a few eyes, and he would stop, and finally gave me a card, let me feel happy.

Interesting, do he think that I am crying?

I never cryed, and he was stupid.

not to mention.

Can this card save his life?

impossible. "

Zongyuan pinch the hand shaking of the paper, he didn't remember his own diary, and he also met "he" in the diary.

Memory really has problems.

But the traces left by "he" will not disappear.

Zong Yuan deeply sucking the mouth and continued to look down.

"XXXX April 10th. Sunny.

I went to the hospital again.

I have found some information, and his condition has an example of successful recovery after surgery.

I found the dean of the hospital, took all my cards, ask the dean, 'Is enough? '

The dean did not dare to pick up, he thought he couldn't succeed.

So I threatened him.

He looked at my eyes was like the group of bullies looking at my eyes.

The dean took the card, I was ignored him again, 'I remember to charge him a certain fee. '

Otherwise, he will not be relieved. "

"XXXX April 21, China. Sunny.

Today is his surgical day.

He is still holding me.

When he finished the operation, I must teach him well.

In addition, Yan Zhuang, give me a lot. "

It is a big blank after turning over.

At the last page, there was a word of the mad grass.

Zong Yuan looked at this line, "I saw this diary on my own table. I saw the previous few pages. I did as my handwriting. Who was so boring, I mimiced the handwriting of Laozi. A diary. "

"But I am not interested in seeing the last."

Zongyuan's eyes are red.

He remembered this little thing.

I woke up a morning, he changed his clothes ready to go out and saw this diary on the table.

He opened a few pages, and he didn't have interest.

But the above handwriting is the same as him.

"Prank?" He said, and then pick up a pen, in the last word of the diary, go out to meet the Zongshen, let Zong Shen lost the diary, "Brother, do you do?"

Zong Shenyi face, "What?"

The young Zongyuan is okay, "OK, I didn't see the end, I don't remember my own, I have written this diary, throw it."

Until now.

Zong Yuan grabbed his eyes.

His eyes are dry.

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