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"Then you have to walk around, too," Glitter said to him angrily, "Give me back the last second, and you will be ruthless the next second. Will she not be suspicious?"

Oh, too. +++ Mobile reading visit m.lightnovelpub.net. I don't know if I have suffered a lot of pain recently, or if I fell in love with Anola, it's okay. Anyway, Roger's IQ has plummeted.

In short, persuaded by Grit, Roger slowly returned to the palace.

With Anola in her mind, she came to the dorm without knowing it, and Roger looked back and looked forward, slightly stunned.

Anola stood under the eaves and looked at him in silence. She was so thin that she let the night breeze shake her skirt, and she didn't know how long she had stood here, her face paled slightly.

Roger didn't care about anything else, immediately stepped forward, took her hand for a look, only felt as cold as ice, and hurriedly pulled her into the dormitory, refusing to rebuke: "Nora, the night is much Wind, what are you standing outside? What if you catch a cold? "

"It's just a cold, so you don't need to hide from me." Anola whispered, and there was a faint scent of alcohol in her breath.

Roger stunned, only to feel the pain in his heart, before he dumbly said, "Did you drink?"

"Well," Anola nodded, and raised his hand to his shoulder, and the whole man hung on him like a koala: "Just drink a little."

"I'll ask someone to cook some hangover soup for you." Roger said, and would pull her off her body, but Anola hugged him tightly, her eyes slightly blurred, staring at him and then looking , Then yanked his head up and blocked his lips.

Roger was startled. He still had reason at first, thinking about pushing her away and not hurting her anymore, but when her soft, tender tongue penetrated into his mouth and chased after him, where could he restrain himself? Live, immediately anti-customer, overwhelmed her on the bed.

Suppressing the thoughts of many days, like a tide of flood discharge, the two entangled in death, never so fierce, almost shook the bed of acquaintance.

In the end, Anola slept contentedly, Roger looked at her face eagerly, and slowly stretched out her right hand, gently brushing her face.

Anola seemed aware, turned over, found a comfortable position in his arms, and slept again.

Roger bent his eyebrows, and was about to laugh. Suddenly, his nose felt hot, and something seemed to fall down. As soon as he froze, he saw a drop of blood on the woman's fair face.

He was frightened, hurriedly drew a paper towel over his nose, carefully wiped the marks on Anola's face, and immediately ran to the bathroom.

In just a few steps, the paper towel in his hand was completely stained with blood.

Roger didn't know well, and hurriedly put the paper towel into the trash can. He couldn't stop seeing the blood, and called Gleit's phone by the sound of water.

"Hey," Griet picked it up after a while, and was very dissatisfied: "Roger, what do you do in the middle of the night?"

"I have a nosebleed, a lot," Roger panted, and said dumbly, "help me arrange treatment."

Glitter was immediately awake: "I'll be right here."

Roger pulled out a lot of paper towels, rolled them in two, plugged his nose firmly, and quickly changed his clothes.

Back in the room, seeing that Anola was still asleep consciously, Roger's eyes were both reluctant and painful, but his nose was still hot and uncomfortable. He didn't dare to delay any more, and turned and left.

However, he did not forget to order the palace person to quietly dispose of the bathroom, so as not to let Anola find the abnormality.

"Roger," Glitter ran over, and when he saw the red blood-stained paper on his nose, his face changed dramatically: "The hospital has arranged it, and we'll be there right away."

Roger didn't say much, but nodded tiredly.

He shouldn't have dealt with Nora tonight this way, he has clearly decided to push her away, but his restraint against her is almost zero and he can't stand the slightest stir ... can't do this anymore

They can't be separated anymore.

When he arrived at the hospital, the dean was still waiting for the last time. After a lot of examinations, he shook his head and finally sighed, "Young man, don't come here in bad health."

Glitter was confused, but Roger understood it, and was a little bit angry. Now, he can't even ...

"You are already weak and tossing like this again, you should be hospitalized for a few days." Dean said.

Where is the hospital comfortable? Glitter was immediately dissatisfied: "What hospital do you live in? You call me!"

"Yes," the boss was up, and the dean said nothing. "Please move the equipment you need with you."

Grit was furious and was about to yell back. Roger said, "Okay, I'm hospitalized."

"Ah? No, what's wrong with you, what do you do in the hospital?" Glitter was surprised, he had understood the doctor's suggestion, and looked at him with a kind of scum look like this: "I tell you Recently, there is a sentence on the Internet called Wife Abuse, The Wrecked Crematorium ... You don't want to come here, and the hospital ward is small and broken. You don't live in it. "

Didn't you open this hospital? It's obviously focusing on luxury and comfort, especially VIP ward. That's almost catching up with the presidential suite. Do you even abandon it? The Dean's heart growled.

"No, I'll be hospitalized here. You can arrange it." Roger said firmly.

Glitter glanced at him several times, determined that he was not kidding, and had to go through the relevant procedures for him.

Roger looked at his mobile phone, hesitated and hesitated. In the end, he didn't send a message to Anola, but he ordered his men to send a message to them and let them wait for Anola to wake up. If he asked him, he told her. She had a business trip temporarily, of course, if she didn't mention it, she wouldn't say anything.

Because I felt that my relationship with Roger had been restored, Anola had no psychological burden and fell asleep until the morning. The moment I opened my eyes, I subconsciously touched my side. Not only did I touch the air, it was still cold.

She froze, opened her eyes hard, and determined that she was not dreaming, so she sat up and walked out subconsciously. After a night of gentleness, if Roger was not with him, he would prepare her breakfast in person.

But when she came to the restaurant, she found that the table was empty, and her face was a little unsightly. Then she looked at the kitchen ... It was empty everywhere, without any shadow.

In the end, she took out her mobile phone and still had no information at all.

Anola laughed sullenly, but her eyes were cold. So Roger, is this, and ran away after sleep? No explanation? What the **** did she do?

Or, now that he's different, he won't take her seriously anymore?

Anola was furious, but she still had hope, so her mind was still calm, one's thoughts were one thing, and the real situation was another. No matter what, she had to listen to Roger himself!

Even if he really wins the throne and starts to flutter, he still needs to tell her personally that she can die.

So she didn't ask anything, just letting people prepare breakfast.

A hearty breakfast was quickly set up. It was all Anola's favorite food. Anola scooped up a bowl of soup. Somehow she suddenly felt nauseous, and nausea poured from her throat.

She raised her hand to cover her mouth, thinking she was angry, so she adjusted her breathing slowly, and started to eat when she felt sick.

Then, she found that her appetite seemed to be bigger than before, and she ate a lot in one breath.

Strange, maybe too tired recently? Anola thought about it, or was mostly occupied by Roger's affairs, so she didn't care about this episode.

In the hospital, Roger slept for a whole day, only to wake up at night. Seeing no one around, he wanted to sit up, but felt very heavy and had good hands and feet

It seemed like it was out of control.

Shocked, he immediately shouted, "Come."

Ryan, who was outside, came in immediately, "Your Majesty, how are you?

"My body can't move," Roger said with a grimace, word by word. Although he had exerted great effort, his voice was almost weak and almost inaudible.

When Ryan's face changed, he immediately rang the bell and ordered the doctors to come over.

When the dean heard about this situation, and dared to delay, he immediately convened the experts from the various departments organized by Glitter to flood Roger's ward.

Because of the sudden incident, Roger didn't hide his features, everyone saw his face, and then hesitated together.

"What are you still doing? Hurry up for a diagnosis and treatment!" Ryan yelled with irritation.

The dean took the lead in responding, hurriedly approached the bed, asked Roger for symptoms while checking, and then exchanged eyes and opinions with the experts behind him.

When Gleit got the news, he quickly rushed over and saw a group of doctors constantly making a "buzzing" sound like flies crowded in the ward, and immediately hurriedly rushed people: "All crowded here to do What? Go out after seeing it, or is there no conference room in the hospital for you to discuss? Standing noisy! "

The dean and others hurriedly apologized, and then rushed out.

Quiet in the ward, Ryan saw Roger as if he had something to say, and retired with interest, and closed the door, then stood guarding himself in front of the door to keep anyone who was not involved from approaching.

"Griet," Roger's voice was still weak, his pale face against the white ward, without snow like temperature: "I think we should consider the next heir to the throne."

Glitter was stabbed with pain from his weak appearance, and he was immediately frightened when he heard the words: "What are you looking at me for? Don't say I'm not a direct royal family, I don't have the qualification to inherit, even if I have it, don't , I just want to sell some news every day and just take care of Green.

"If you can," Roger smiled lightly and lightly. "I really want to give you the throne."

"Don't I call your ancestors okay?" Grit almost jumped up in shock. "Dare you pass the throne to me, and I dare tell Anola your story!"

Lifting Anola, Roger's eyes sank.

Knowing that he was saying something wrong, Glitter immediately shifted the topic: "In addition to absolutely not allowing Suegel to inherit the throne, there are still a few candidates left. Think about it and see who is the most suitable? I ask you Guarantee, no matter who succeeds, I will assist him just like you ... But do you really want it? Stop struggling? "

Roger watched him quietly: "You roar hard."

Glitter was puzzled, but now he really couldn't refuse his request, so he shouted at him.

Ryan, who was scared at the door, immediately came in to check the situation, and Glitter was busy explaining it. Ryan looked at Roger anxiously, and continued to stand at the door.

"What you hear now, my voice," Roger said slowly and slowly, "I made it with the strength you just made."

With so much effort, he only made sounds that could not be heard with his ears turned away. To what extent was his body weak? Glitter's eyes were red, but he didn't dare let him see it, raised his hand quickly, and concealed one.

Roger saw it, but didn't have the strength to say anything else, so he was silent.

Glitter took the time to take the initiative and asked, "Except me, who do you like best? I'll help you get him into the king's city."

"Mori Don."

Glitter sighed, and then sighed softly: "Although he is about the same age as ours, but judging from his long-term overseas presence and wandering nature, he knows that he is not a person who likes to be trapped in a corner. I won't accept it! "