Arresting the little runaway wife: please be gentle with the wolf-like president

"If you like it, I will hold you like this for the rest of my life. I will never let go." Sikong Zeye tightened his arms and hugged her back.I was afraid that if he let go even a little bit, she would fly away from his arms.

"Yunshang, are you feeling better?"

Having said all that, it should be fine...

"..."

"Dare to scare me like this next time, you know the consequences!" [

"..."

"Yunshang?"

The person in the arms did not respond or move again!

Sikong Zeye's heart stopped in his chest, his entire back stiffened, and his whole body felt chills intermittently.

She exerted all her strength, probed her breath, and shook her shoulder vigorously: "Yunshang, Yunshang, Yunshang!"

Bai Yunshang frowned: "I'm so tired..."

"..."

"Let me sleep for a while."

"..."

It seemed that he was really sleepy to the extreme, Bai Yunshang was pillowing on his chest, the corners of his blood-stained mouth curled up, and it looked like a satisfied and happy smile.

Sikong Zeye observed her for a while, and saw that her breathing fluctuated normally, it should be that the effect of the medicine started to take effect and gradually improved.

It's just that she has lost so much blood, and she is now in an advanced stage of illness. The damage to her body is very serious, and fatigue is inevitable.

Sikong Zeye gently stroked her face and kissed her forehead.

"Yunshang, even if you escape to hell, I will catch you...

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In the morning, light filled the spacious room.

Da □, Bai Yunshang frowned tightly, as if she had had a long, long nightmare.

Her body moved, she opened her eyes...

Everything in front of me is exquisite and luxurious, but it is obviously the facilities in the hotel. The room is big, the bed is also big, covered with woolen blankets, it looks like a presidential suite. [

She was so tired all over, as if she had just moved a mountain, and she was sore when she stretched her arms.

In fact, from last night to now, she has received nutritional drips and blood transfusions. Although her body is tired, she is not weak.

It was like having a long, long dream.

In the dream, she married Mo Liuyuan, and Sikong Zeye went to take her away from the wedding scene.

She hooked the corners of her lips, that dream was really real, as if she was about to die.

With a glance, he saw a figure of a man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

With a tall and stalwart figure, she was wearing a handmade black shirt, revealing a cold and gloomy atmosphere—in fact, she made the shirt herself, but she just forgot.