The cold wife of rebirth is hard to favor

Chapter 78 11. Don't let go

"Don't go out alone in the future."

This time she was indeed careless, she lowered her head, and bit her lip because of the pain.

"Aze, he is really fine." Murong Yunmin was worried about the man, so she couldn't help but speak again. She wanted the man to reassure her again so that she could feel at ease.

"Don't worry, there is no call now, which is the best news."

"It's you that I'm worried about." Ye Lianzhao patted her head, distressed and helpless.

The pain from her back hit her again, and she twitched and shivered with cold.She gritted her teeth, and could hardly utter a complete sentence, but just smiled at the man in front of her with a forced smile.

The car stopped at the back door of the venue. When Lin Ziyan saw the woman in Ye Lianzhao's arms, the tears in his red eyes could no longer be held back.She hardly dared to touch her, blood was everywhere on her body.

"Are your clothes ready?" Ye Lianzhao asked Lin Ziyan as he walked towards the lounge.

"Ready-ready." She wiped away the tears with her hand, now is not the time to cry, she followed quickly.

Lin Ziyan was crying to help Murong Yunmin get dressed. Although she was careful, she still made the woman sweat profusely on her forehead.

"Help me up." Murong Yunmin finally opened his mouth, almost squeezing the words out between his teeth.

"Slow down." Lin Ziyan asked Murong Yunmin to put her shoulders on her shoulders to stand up.

However, the woman's leg that had just straightened up was unable to exert strength because of the wound at the knee, and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Ye Lianzhao heard the sound, pushed open the door of the lounge, and picked up the woman on the ground.

"I can, let me try again, it's all here, okay?"

Ye Lianzhao stopped walking towards the door suddenly, and hesitated for a moment.

No amount of makeup, no amount of rich lipstick could cover the woman's pale face.She put on a silk gown with long sleeves and a white skirt that swept the floor, hiding her bruised legs.

……

Under the brilliant light, the glasses swaying with scarlet liquid collided, and the voices of people's conversations in the distance were mixed together, mixed with a few indistinct laughter, but at this moment, it was abrupt to her ears.

The lights dimmed, leaving a few small white lights, and in the center of the stage, a bunch of white lights lit up. The little girl's immature singing touched the softest psychological defense in the bottom of my heart, and suddenly collapsed.

Ye Lianzhao put his hand on the back of her head and patted her.

"It's okay, it's me."

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(End of this chapter)