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Chapter 1911 Lieyan article: Then don't want Tangtang

Water Village House.

inside the room.

Ban Xia's mournful voice floated out.

Lang Zhong surrounded Ban Xia's bed, carefully looking at her ankles, and Dugu Lie stood there with a serious expression: "How is it?"

The doctor looked around and said, "Sovereign, madam's..."

"It's not Madam." Dugulie interrupted.

When Ban Xia, who was lying on the bed, heard these four words, she fell into an endless abyss, her sharp nails digging at the flesh in her palm.

She can't sit still like this.

The identity of the first suzerain's wife in Jianghu belongs to her.

"Sovereign, Miss Banxia's ankle is sprained, and I'm afraid she won't be able to walk for a while." The doctor said truthfully, "It takes nearly two months of training before she can walk, and now she can only sit in a wheelchair."

"Understood." Dugulie waved his hand in a disturbed manner.

The doctor left.

Dugulie stared at Banxia lying on the couch, thought deeply for a while, and said, "Have a good rest."

"Lie~" Banxia looked at him softly and weakly: "Lie, you..."

"Tangtang's matter, I will thank you if I have the chance." Dugulie left this alienating words and turned to leave.

As soon as he leaves.

The room became empty and lonely again.

Ban Xia looked at the ceiling and shed tears silently.

She can only use despicable means to keep Dugulie.

As long as you can stay with him, no matter what method you use.

yard.

A layer of fine snowflakes floated in the sky.

The feeling of coolness makes people feel refreshed.

Tangtang was wearing a white rex rabbit fur jacket and was playing outside on the snow.

Little Tangtang's footprints were printed on the snow.

The melodious joyful sound filled Dugu Lie's ears, he thought of Murong Yan, rubbed his eyebrows and asked, "Where's Murong Yan?"

"Miss Murong Yan left." Shadow said, and then added: "I'm in a bad mood."

"Understood." Dugu Lie nodded.

Beijing.

Now that it is snowing in Jiangnan water villages and other places, it seems that the north has developed into snow hailstones.

Bean-like snow hailstones hit Murong Yan's face on the horseback, the top pocket of her cloak had been blown up by the wind, messy black hair stuck to her cheeks, she drove the horse towards Dali Temple in despair.

In this snowy day, she has been driving for days and nights without sleep.

Didn't eat a mouthful of food, only drank a few sips of water.

Is the happiness and tenderness of that night just a bubble?

She doesn't believe it.

But reality slapped her hard.

When she arrived at Dali Temple, she was exhausted and exhausted.

bang.

Murong Yan fell straight off the horse.

"Mr. Murongsi." The people guarding the door saw the fainted Murong Yan and hurried over, and then sent someone to notify Bai Mosi.

The next morning.

Murong Yan, who had been in a coma all day, finally woke up, but she was still a little confused. As soon as she woke up, she saw Bai Mosi lying on the side of the bed.

She moved her finger and poked his hand, and Bai Mosi immediately raised his head, a trace of tiredness appeared on his warm face: "Are you awake? You have been in a coma all day, malnourished, cold, fever, Yan'er, you Why don't you always know how to take care of yourself, tell me, you haven't eaten for a few days?"

Murong Yan looked at a certain place with a blank expression, and murmured: "Bai Mosi, give me the divorce letter, please, okay? Without the divorce letter, he won't let me see Tangtang."

"So you're still thinking of a divorce letter." Bai Mosi's gentle eyes were full of hurt: "Yan'er, since he won't let you see Tangtang, we'll disappear, let's have a baby, so that you won't be gone again." Thinking about Tangtang."

(End of this chapter)