I don't want a second-hand man: my wife turns over

After Qin Yue went out, Li Huanhuan sat next to Qin Minglang's hospital bed, stretched out his hand to feel it, and the fever had subsided.

Li Huanhuan breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice:

"Bright>

"I also thought that we could stay by each other's side and give each other the last bit of warmth, but after all, what I thought was just a dream, and it couldn't be realized>

"I am not reconciled>

"It is said that today's women are intellectual women, they can support themselves, and they can live a wonderful life, but I am not either!"

"I'm no worse than them, but it's maddening to compare people to others!"

"Sometimes, this is the case. If you pay, you may not get something in return, but if you want something in return, you have to pay twice as much>

"Mingming, you and I both know about this, and I may not be able to see you again in the future, you should be fine."

"Sasha said, you are going abroad, very good, go to school well, look at me, I haven't even gone to school, Mingming, you are really outstanding!"

"How many women are surrounding you, I believe, there will be better ones, at least, better than me>

Li slowly looked at Qin Minglang's almost lifeless face, and his heart twitched subconsciously.

The Qin Minglang in his memory was so full of vitality.

So overbearing.

He always looked at himself with a deep smile, and lit a cigarette that seemed to never burn out in his hand. The smoke curled up and dispersed in the air.

Everything like that is a beautiful picture.

A unique picture belonging to Qin Minglang.

No one can replace, no one can imitate!

Li took a long time before standing up. If Qin Minglang wasn't breathing, she would have thought that the thing lying in front of her was a corpse.

Li slowly pursed his white lips, making himself look a bit natural, with a graceful arc, which gradually turned into a sad breath. -=