Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Beating the rustling leaves...

She stared at the buttons on the man's chest, not daring to look up at him for fear of thinking it was just an illusion.

But her body suddenly lightened, and she was hugged horizontally.

A few more cars stopped urgently——

He quickly left the road with her in his arms and walked back.

"Boss Su." A few bodyguards who followed came over to welcome the person in Su Shijie's hands, but he refused to let anyone touch him.

Chanel was lightly hugged by Su Shijie, in a daze, feeling like she was floating in the sea.

The rain kept hitting her face, criss-crossing her face, and she couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

The whole was soaked by rain, like a drowned chicken.

And Su Shijie, who was holding her, was just like her——

Not long after she came out of the ward, he got up and followed her out.After all, he was worried about her and wanted to watch her get into the car himself.

Following her all the way, seeing her devastated, he couldn't help but want to show up several times.

Especially, when she saw her slipping and falling in the hospital corridor, crying helplessly with her shoulders huddled...

She cried and whimpered his name, and that voice, like a barbed thread, tightly wound and tightened his heart.

Su Shijie didn't know what kind of perseverance he used to restrain himself, so he didn't rush over and hug her in his arms.

Who knew that this woman would be so stupid that she would walk into the middle of the road and almost cause a car accident...

The rain was getting heavier, feeling the coldness of the woman in his arms, Su Shijie quickened his pace.

Su Shijie...

Chanel's teeth were chattering, her hands tightly grabbed Su Shijie's hospital gown, and she buried her face in his heart.

Su Shijie...don't go...

Her pale little hand tightly grasped him, clenched tightly with all her strength, and her shoulders trembled even more.

She can trade everything she has!

As long as I can keep him...

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In the ward, Chanel was drenched all over.

Su Shijie asked her to take off her wet clothes, because it was too late to buy clothes, and gave her his shirt.

Su Shijie's wide shirt was worn on Chanel's thin body. The sleeves were rolled up several times, but they still hung loosely around the wrists. The neckline of the shirt also turned into a low neckline, which was opened wide, revealing the delicate collarbone.

Su Shijie gave her a blanket to wear, and his eyes fell on the scratches on her knees—it should be the skin that was broken when she slipped and fell in the corridor just now.

Su Shijie asked the servant to get the medicine, and personally applied the medicine to Chanel, and put the tape on it.

From the beginning to the end, Chanel sat on the bed blankly, letting him fiddle with it.

Her gaze is empty, like a puppet that has lost its soul.

After Su Shijie applied the medicine, he looked at her wet hair messily scattered on her shoulders, and then touched her forehead with his hand. She still had a high fever.

So he got up and prepared to ask the servant to come over with a hair dryer.

The moment he got up, a cold little hand grabbed his wrist suddenly.

Su Shijie's pain of being caught in the heart reappeared!

He coughed lowly, turned around and looked at her: "What's wrong?"

In Chanel's empty eyes, there was finally a gleam of expression.

She stared blankly at Su Shijie, her eyes were broken and wandering, as if she was still in a dream: "Su Shijie, take me away..."

Su Shijie was taken aback, thinking that her high fever had returned, so he stretched out his hand to touch her forehead again.

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