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

Sikong Zeye suddenly felt a little frightened, and wanted to grab her hand, but he couldn't move his arm either.

"Don't worry, I'm back and I won't leave."

Sikong Zeye looked at her: "Come here, come closer to me."

"..."

"I want to take a closer look at you."[

Bai Yunshang laughed again, suddenly the white skirt on her body was covered with feathers, and the feathers kept climbing, covering her legs, her arms...

Her whole body is covered with white feathers...

She turned into a beautiful big white bird, and even her face was gradually losing its shape.

Sikong Zeye cried out: "Yunshang, Yunshang...don't go...don't leave me...Yunshang..."

"I'm going back..." Yun Chang, who turned into a bird, circled around his head, "I won't leave when I go back."

"Back to where?"

"Go home."

After saying this, Bai Yunshang flew away from the open window.It was raining outside the window, and there were thunder and lightning. Her white figure disappeared into the dark sky in the blink of an eye...

"Master, what do you think?" Ma Zai's nervous voice came.

The top of the head seemed to have countless blood vessels bursting, and it hurt one after another.

Sikong Zeye slowly opened his eyes, a dazzling light came over, and Ma Zai was wiping the sweat off his head with a towel.

"Master, you have a high fever, an infection caused by the wound." Ma Zai stabilized the shaking bottle, "It's best not to move around."

He turned his head and saw the dark night outside the window.

The strong wind mixed with slag and the rain beat against the glass, like many small hands knocking...

"Open the window!" he said hoarsely.

"Young master, it's raining outside... You have a high fever and you can't blow the wind."

"Don't make me repeat it a second time." The majestic voice reappeared.

The butler went to open the window, and the white curtain was instantly blown up, and the rain outside the window rushed in, carrying a damp breath.

Sikong Zeye struggled to sit up, but the wound on his chest opened—[

A little bit off, it will stop the heart.

Originally, a rib was broken, but now with a gunshot wound and a high fever, even the hard-hit people couldn't stand it.

But Sikong Zeye insisted on sitting up.

Ma Zai's repeated attempts to dissuade him were ineffective, so he had to help him sit up himself: "Young master, what do you want, just order it."

"Prepare the car." He struggled, "I want to go home."

"Master, you are injured, how can you go back to France now!"