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

"Mr. Sikong's personality really needs to be changed. From now on...don't be so irritable and impulsive anymore." Bai Yunshang smiled again, such an ethereal and beautiful smile, "Otherwise, it's easy to miss happiness."

Sikong Zeye just looked at her with steady eyes.

If the happiness in front of him has been lost, how can he still have happiness in the future?

At this time, the door was knocked open, and Lin Xuexin walked in with an insulated box.

Seeing Bai Yunshang standing in front of the window, even though she had been notified that she had woken up, she was still surprised by her mental state. [

The tight, stiff sadness in the air would suffocate anyone.

Lin Xuexin kept her head down, didn't speak, and wiped her tears from time to time.

Sikong Zeye, on the other hand, was leaning against the head of the bed, staring at Bai Yunshang with a familiar gaze, like a knife constantly carving out her every move.

Bai Yunshang's appetite was really good, and he ate all the eggs.Not only that, but even the meat porridge that was delivered was eaten.

She said contentedly, "I haven't eaten so comfortably for a long time."

Sikong Zeye took a towel and wiped her mouth.

Bai Yunshang said softly: "You go out first, I have something to tell my mother."

Sikong Zeye paused for a moment, left the ward, leaned against the corridor to smoke.

He has heard that when a person is about to die, he will return to the light.

[When a person is on the verge of death, under the control of the cerebral cortex, he quickly instructs the adrenal cortex and medulla to secrete many of the above hormones, which mobilizes all the positive factors in the whole body, making the patient turn from coma to sober; from being unable to speak Turning to be able to talk a few words and explain the funeral; from not being able to eat to eating and drinking, these are all the effects of endocrine hormones under the command of the central nervous system. 】

He didn't notice that a cigar was burning to the end, until it burned his hand, he moved, and the cigar fell to the ground.

The hallway is empty...

Suddenly a cart slid past quickly, and the cart was covered with a white cloth.

Immediately afterwards, a family member chased this way, crying heart-piercingly, was stopped by the nurse, and knelt down on the ground powerlessly.

That cry seemed to be a hand, flipping in Sikong Zeye's mind.

Constantly forcing death, parting, and sorrow into it bit by bit.

He turned around suddenly and strode towards the ward.

His teeth were clenched, his back was stiff, and his shoulders were trembling violently.

Yunshang, Yunshang... I don't want to part with you at all...[