Dear President, take it easy

Her appearance made his heart ache.

He seemed to be able to feel that his heart was shattering bit by bit.

A sharp-edged face gradually cast a thick layer of gloom.

In the bottomless black eyes, there were tears flowing.

With red eyes, he approached her again, stretched out his hand, and embraced her.

With his hand, he gently stroked her hair, with his chin resting on the top of her hair, he moved his lips: "I'm sorry, I did this because I was afraid that you would not be able to accept it after knowing it, and I wanted to find a chance to tell you slowly, doctor Having said that, we still have a 50.00% chance, don't worry, even if you search all over the world for famous doctors and spend all your money, I will cure you."

lips, kissing the top of her hair.

The voice was hoarse to the extreme.

Warm tears slid across his angular face and fell on the top of her hair.

"Liar! You liar! Liar!" she sobbed.

His hand beat hard on his chest, making a dull sound like beating a drum.

Tears soaked his dark coat...

He let her beat her, no matter how painful it was, he still remained motionless.

In the ear, her heartbroken whispers and sobs, like sharp knives, penetrated deeply into his broken heart.

Tired, she limply fell into his arms, but her hands were still holding on to his coat, and she said, "Go and kill Sun Xiaoran for me? Kill her, okay? I beg you!"

"Woman... I'm sorry, I can promise you anything except this." He strengthened the strength of his arms, hugged her into his arms, and rubbed her hair against his cheeks, saying helplessly.

Seeing her in pain, why didn't he want to kill that woman.

But he can't, he can't.

That woman is the only one who can detoxify her body.

If Sun Xiaoran died, then she would be hopeless.

"I don't want anything! I want her dead! I hate her! I hate you too! Don't you love me? Why can't you help me kill her! Why!" His nails were deeply embedded in his delicate neck.

He took a long breath, and then let it out slowly, letting her grab his neck one after another.

At this moment, he is not the king standing on top of the world.

At this moment, he is just an ordinary man who loves his woman.

"Hey, you can't hate me, and I don't want you to hate me. Believe me, I will find someone to cure you." He softened and sat on the ground, hugging her tightly, and said.

"I hate her! I hate her so much!" The movement of grabbing his neck slowly stopped, and the bloody hand slowly slipped to his side and clenched into a fist.

Intense hatred swept over like ocean waves, almost swallowing her whole.

She felt that she was almost out of breath.

Every cell in the body hurts.

Tired of crying, she slowly closed her heavy eyelids, took a deep breath, and said, "Because she is your wife, and because she is pregnant with your child, you can't treat her casually like Qiao Moli and Chen Bihua, can you?"

"..." He was silent, he really wanted to tell her, no, no.

"Ha... ha... ha... I knew it was like this, I knew it!" She slowly closed her heavy eyelids, smiled wryly, and stopped talking.

He kissed the top of her hair again, stretched out his hand, wiped away the tears on her face, bent down and hugged her, who was as soft as if her muscles and bones had been pulled, onto the bed.

She lay on her back in despair, her eyes fixed on the plain white ceiling above her head.

Tears flowed out along the corners of the eyes little by little, moistening the snow-white pillow towel.

"Tomorrow, I will take you to the United States. The United States is not good, we will go to other countries. Believe me, I will not let you stay paralyzed." He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her, frowning deeply.

"..." She was silent, not even looking at him.

"Crack..." The sound of the door opening pierced the heavy sadness in the room.

At the door, Ning Meng, who was wearing a red schoolbag and a thick white down jacket, stared at the scene in front of her in a daze, with tears welling up in her clear eyes.

She bit her pale lips, walked slowly to Qiao Weiwei, stretched out her hand, wiped the tears from Qiao Weiwei's face, looked at the blood-stained coldness on her neck and said: "Master Bo, Sister Weiwei knows all about it." ,Right?"

Liang Bo didn't speak, his eyes were filled with sorrow.

"Sister Weiwei, don't cry, okay? Didn't I say that there is still a 50.00% chance."

Qiao Weiwei didn't speak, nor did she look at Ning Meng, she just stared blankly at the ceiling, silent, as if in a daze.

Ning Meng stroked her hair helplessly, looked at Liang Bo, and then at Qiao Weiwei, really at a loss.

"Let's go, go and accompany your little wife. It's good that Ning Meng stays here with me!" After a long time, Qiao Weiwei moved her lips weakly, and beside her, bloody hands tightly grasped the bed sheet, road.

"woman……"

"I told you to go, did you hear that!" Qiao Weiwei turned her face away, her voice almost tearing apart.

"Okay... I'll go." He took another deep breath, opened his eyes forcefully, then turned to look at Ning Meng and said, "Take good care of her."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left, closing the door gently.

"What loves me, what I'm the only one, it's all farting! At the critical moment, it's not about that jerk Sun Xiaoran!" After hearing the sound of closing the door, Qiao Weiwei moved her lips weakly again and said.

At this moment, her voice was already hoarse to the extreme.

"Sister Weiwei, can I sing you a song?" Ning Meng slowly sat beside Qiao Weiwei's bed, stretched out her hand again, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said.

"Crack..." Before Qiao Weiwei could speak, the door was opened again.

"I told you to go, you didn't listen..." Qiao Weiwei yelled, and when her eyes touched the figure of Liangyi and Zhou Chuyu at the door, the other words that were not finished were swallowed back into her stomach.

"Sister Chu Yu, Lord Yi." Seeing the two of them, Ning Meng immediately slid off the bed and greeted them obediently.

Zhou Chuyu and Liang Yi nodded together, and then set their eyes on Qiao Weiwei's face.

"I just met Mr. Bo when I came up. He looked very uncomfortable. Did you quarrel? Did you scratch those bloodstains on his neck?" Zhou Chuyu flicked the snowflakes on the red down jacket, walked to Qiao Weiwei, looked Looking at her blood-stained hands, she sat down.

The coolness followed, and she sat on the sofa beside the bed, still warm and moist.

Looking at Qiao Weiwei like this, her long and narrow eyes gradually dimmed.

With Zhou Chuyu's support, Qiao Weiwei sat up with difficulty, then moved her body, grabbed Liang Yi's hand suddenly, and shook, "Liang Yi, help me kill Sun Xiaoran, please! OK!"

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