To The Lovely You

Chapter 1235

"What are you thinking? So absorbed?" Luo raspberry stabbed him in the arm. "Do you remember what I told you? You try!"

As she spoke, she released her hand and handed him the spool completely.

Ke Jingheng lifted his bangs and farted, "what's so difficult? A child of several years old can do it."

He imitated the appearance of Luo raspberry, gently pulled it, and then put it hard. The kite flew higher and farther with his action

"See, soeasy!" He looked back and raised his chin proudly at Luo Xiaomei. When he looked back again, he found that... The line in his hand was broken.

The twinkling strawberries, like rapidly falling stars, crossed through the night sky and finally disappeared. He didn't even know where it fell.

There was a bad feeling in my heart that he was not a superstitious man, but his eyelids kept jumping up.

Instead, Luo Xiaomei hugged him from behind and comforted him: "Oh, the quality of kites in this convenience store is too poor. How can the rope break? It's not fun. Let's go back!"

"Yes." Ke Jingheng was still a little depressed and was half dragged back by Luo Xiaomei.

"Ke Jingheng, it's just a kite. It doesn't represent anything. Don't think too much." As if he knew what was on his mind, rowberry chattered all the way, just like a sparrow.

Ke Jingheng was still a little absent-minded. His eyelids jumped even more, and even the part of his heart jumped suddenly.

Just at this time, the mobile phone that Luo xiaoberry put in his bag rang, flashing brightly in the dark night.

"Meng Shan? You and my brother are still out dating so late?" Luo Xiaobei's first reaction was to think that Li Mengshan went out on a date like herself.

But Li Mengshan's tone sounded very anxious and seemed to be crying: "Xiaomei, please come and see my brother... He... He's unconscious and now he's in the hospital."

"What?" Lowerberry's hand suddenly loosened and the phone fell on the carpet in the car.

She immediately bent down and picked it up again. She asked in a panic, "which hospital is it? We'll go there now!"

Ke Jingheng heard something wrong in her tone, immediately stepped on the brake and stopped at the roadside: "what's the matter? What's the matter?"

Luo Xiaomei's lips trembled: "Mengshan said... Minhao, he's unconscious."

"How could it be! I'm still a good person tonight..." Ke Jingheng's hand holding the steering wheel slipped feebly, and the sense of guilt in his heart has never been so clear. Did he become like this because of them?

"Don't think too much, let's hurry to the hospital!" Luo's eyes were full of tears. She suddenly remembered what the doctor had said when Li minhao was discharged from the hospital a long time ago.

Is it because of the sequelae left at that time? Otherwise, how can a young and healthy person like him be said to be in a coma?

After Li Mengshan hung up the phone, she looked at Li minhao lying in the hospital bed with tears. His face was very pale, like all the colors in the ward, lifeless white.

"Brother, I'm sorry. I know you don't want Xiaomei to know, but I... I really can't bear to see you like this."