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

But her eyes were dry—she could shed so many tears for Sikong Zeye.Now she is stingy with him even a drop.

Sikong Haoran smiled and raised his arms towards her: "Look, I got hurt because of you."

Raising the bloody arm, Bai Yunshang shrank back subconsciously.

"I'm seriously injured, I might be dying soon." He joked, "Aren't you worried about me at all?"

Originally, Bai Yunshang was frightened by this situation. [

But Sikong Haoran's provocative tone and expression begging for love made her feel that it was a bitter trick.

He is the best at performing bitter tricks...

Gathering her mind, she said with her usual mocking and cold expression: "You voluntarily meddle in your own business... I told you to go and you didn't go, so you asked for what happened, no one forced you!"

Yes, no one forced him, from the beginning to the end, he was the one who forced himself.

"Sifei, if your heart is half as hard as hers, I will appreciate you very much."

Si Fei's eye circles were red, and she stared at Bai Yunshang fiercely.

He opened his mouth to say something, but was stared at by Sikong Haoran's sharp eyes, and bit his lip hard.

Bai Yunshang saw that Si Fei's expression was a little weird, and saw that Sikong Haoran was seriously injured...

Only then did I realize that the atmosphere in the entire carriage was very dignified.

"Is it really going to die?" Her throat tightened.

"Do you want that?" But Sikong Haoran really didn't look like a dying person.

"If you don't die like this, it's your life."

Sikong Haoran propped his forehead with his left hand, and laughed a few times: "Yunshang, you are really ruthless."

"You don't need to waste your feelings on people like you."

Sikong Haoran took out a bottle of potion from his pocket.

In the dark car, his expression was in a daze, and his expression was actually as pale as paper, but Bai Yunshang couldn't detect it.

"Guess what this is?"

Bai Yunshang only took one look at the bottle and knew it was something from the black market.

She reached out to take it, but Sikong Haoran avoided it slowly: "I got it for you, and you didn't even say thank you?"

"Thank you."

"His tone and expression are extremely reluctant."

"Will you give it to me!?"

"I've helped you so much, do you want to do something to express your gratitude to me?" In the same rascal tone as before, he smiled and was about to get closer to her.