After Those Years of Misery

"Xiao Ye?"

Xiao Ye's eyes were closed tightly, his breathing seemed to be absent, and he seemed to have passed out.

Said it was all right! Can't delay any longer, even if you don't go to the hospital-Tong Wenya bit her lip, took out her cell phone, and called Nangongzhe.

"Nangong Zhe, can you let your personal doctor come to my apartment?"

"you are sick?"

"It's not me, it's a friend of mine."

Nangongzhe was silent for a few seconds. Tong Wenya thought he didn't want to help, "If it's not convenient, I'll find another way."

"What disease?"

"trauma."

"Doctor Liu will be there in 20 minutes."

"Thank you!" The call has been cut off, why does Nangong Zhe seem angry?

Regardless of him, it is important to take care of Xiao Ye.

This guy came back and took a shower. He only had a shirt, and he was stabbed and stained with blood. He couldn't wear it anymore. At this time, his upper body was naked, and the exposed wound looked hideous and the thorns were very deep. The new wound and the old wound coincided with each other. No wonder the burn was so severe.

"Hold on a little, and the doctor will come soon." Tong Wenya continued to apply cold compresses to him, while speaking to him softly. He may have lost consciousness and did not respond.

Finally, when the doorbell rang, she rushed to open the door. Doctor Liu arrived and brought a nurse.

Several people helped Xiao Ye onto the bed, treated the wound, and infused the fluid. Dr. Liu explained: "After the infusion, pay attention to observation. The patient needs to rest and the diet should be light."

"This is my business card, Mr. Nangong said, if you have any needs in the future, you can contact me at any time and I will be there on call."

Alas, I owe him another favor.

Not long after Dr. Liu left, Xiao Ye woke up, frowned and glanced at the infusion bottle without saying anything.

"Being a hero, who will give you a medal?"

He grinned, "I'm hungry."

"I know I'm hungry, but I'm holding on!" Tong Wenya muttered, went to the kitchen to help him add a bowl of porridge, and handed it to him, "Can I eat it myself?"

"Obviously not." He deliberately moved the right hand of the infusion.

I knew he would let her feed, damn, always like to play rascals. Thinking of the moment he was not afraid to hug her and stick to his arms, her heart seemed to jump out. At this moment, she couldn't help blushing, and she hurriedly lowered her head to blow his porridge.

He gave face and ate three bowls in one go.

"Who is Nangong Zhe from you?" he asked suddenly.

"It's not me."

"Is it your child's father?"

what? He thought that Nangong Zhe was the child's father, which is definitely a good thing! I'm sorry, Nangong Zhe, anyway, Corgi likes to call your father, so just pick a ready-made father in front of you.

"Ah, did you guess it?"

"It's not hard to guess."

"Hehe, too, you take a rest, pull out the needle yourself, I'll go out."

Tong Wenya went to the mall and bought some changes of clothes for Xiao Ye, even a few of those. It's a guilty conscience to buy such a personal thing for a man for the first time.

I hated him for a few years, I never thought there would be a day to do something for him, and I never thought that I almost wiped out the gun several times...

Maybe it's just an illusion, just out of gratitude, Tong Wenya, don't think too much, when he is healed, let him go!

But if he can't remember who he is and doesn't even have a legal identity, how can he survive in the future? No money to eat, no ID card to stay, no way to work. That wouldn't allow him to stay at his own house forever, little Corgi always came back. In case he suddenly remembered the past, he might **** the baby from her.

No way! You can't wait passively for that day, you have to draw a line with him!

"These are for you, what do you plan to do in the future?" Tong Wenya threw the things to Xiao Ye.

After going out, she became cold. The woman was indeed strange, and his face became serious, "Remember it first, and pay you later."

"I don't need it yet. I just hope you get well soon, and leave as soon as possible. I'll go to work first."

Tong Wenya went to investigate Sun Dacheng's interpersonal relationship and found evidence of his drug trafficking. He returned to the bureau to interrogate Sun Dacheng. In front of the evidence, he had to explain.

A few years ago, the transaction in the Meise Club was instructed by him. The representative of the Korean side was Xiuhe. To solve the case, he had to go to Seoul as Xiao Ye said. Tong Wenya asked Tong Jianping for instructions, "You must check it out! I will apply to the above immediately."

Busy till dusk, Tong Wenya returned to the apartment.

The bed in the bedroom was empty, Xiao Ye was not there, and the bathroom door was also open, no one was there. The liquid in the bottle is not finished hanging, it should be pulled out in advance. The sheets were flat, and the things she bought were still in the shopping bag, except for a white shirt.

Is he going to leave? I wanted him to go, but didn't let him go now. Where can he go with illness?

Tong Wenya hurriedly went out to find the nearby parks, bridges, stations and docks, wherever stray people could shelter, she ran all over, and found nothing.

He may faint at any time, and may aggravate the infection and even die at any time. Tong Wenya, you are so cruel and inhuman. Why should you rush to say something like that to him at this time?

Tong Wenya stayed up all night and rode a motorcycle all over the city.

She asked Yuan Siming to help her check the surveillance videos of all the key areas, but did not see his shadow, Xiao Ye seemed to have evaporated.

No news is the best news, at least it means that he is still alive, maybe he is indeed a member of the Chunyu family and was taken back by the Chunyu family.

She was still a little worried, and after searching for a few more days, she still didn't hear from him. It seemed that she had gone completely this time.

Since he appeared, she hadn't dared to meet little Corgi, and she really missed her son in her heart.

After finishing her work that day, she hurried to Nangong's house to pick up little Corgi back.

"Mommy, wait, can you think about the feelings of other people's short legs?" Little Corgi pushed the shopping cart, looking up at Tong Wenya innocently with big squiggly eyes.

"Sell less cute! Call Nangong Zhe Barbie, call it closer than her mother." Tong Wenya didn't look back, holding a large bag of instant noodles and continued to throw it into the shopping cart.

"I don't see that you are my real mother. Whose mother gave the child the dog's name."

Ahem, she admitted that the name was chosen a little more casually, but her mother was like a fake.

"Who said that the old lady is not your mother? The whole process of giving birth to you is videotaped, and there is evidence."

"Tsk tsk, leave evidence for everything, the police are so scary."

Far away, two men in black were following them.

"Report to the second young master that the policewoman named Tong Wenya also brought a child about four years old with her, calling her mother."

"Look up that kid!"

"Yes, Second Young Master!"

"Mommy, is my father who was supposed to have killed a thousand knives ten thousand times and survived by chance?" Little Corgi cocked his feet and asked in a low voice.

Khan, why does he think of his father again?