Play a coquettish in the palm of the boss

Chapter 837 Ten years, the distance between life and death (18)

A few steps away, the danger of tension and the pain of suffocation seem to separate two worlds.

The scorching sun was shining on this peaceful land, and the air smelled of blood.

"Ming Yu..."

Ye Xingtong's eyes widened in disbelief, and he propped himself up on the ground, his shocked pupils reflected blood full of scarlet.

At this moment, Leng Mingyu half-kneeled on the ground, his hands still hugging her.

That pair of cold pupils flickered for a moment, showing a trace of tears that belonged to her anxiously.

All the while, he kept staring at her.

"Star Pupil..."

"I'm here, I'm here!"

Ye Xingtong murmured in a daze as if he was being shocked by an electric shock. His hands, numb from pain, lifted up stiffly, and gently pressed his chest.

Under the palm, a spring of blood seeped out from between the five fingers, and after a while, the whole body of Leng Mingyu was dyed red.

"Xingtong...you are fine..."

Holding on to the last bit of strength in her body, Leng Mingyu stiffly pulled out a smile from her lips.

In the next moment, a mouthful of blood spit out from the pale lips.

"what--"

At this moment, Su Mochen yelled hysterically in a shrill voice.

The moment she fell to the ground, she didn't care about the scratches on her arms, struggled, and crawled towards Leng Mingyu through her blurred eyes.

Blood flows with life, bit by bit.

Leng Mingyu's body fell into a shuddering tremor due to the gunshot wound. With his eyes wide open, he only felt that it was getting more and more difficult to breathe.

His body suddenly lost the strength to support Ye Xingtong. At this moment, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, and gently caressed her cheek. The tears from his fingers almost burned his skin.

"Xingtong, I'm sorry... I was wrong!"

"Ming Yu..."

Ye Xingtong raised his head in horror, and tightly hugged Leng Mingyu's exhausted body with both hands, his blurred vision was only covered by a blushing blush.

The next second, she suddenly smiled, "Ming Yu, I never blamed you...Really, I never hated you! Even when I separated from you six years ago, I still thought about at least We can be friends...you have always loved me for ten years, and you were by my side when I was most unhappy...Ming Yu, I know..."

"But... Xingtong, I hurt you..."

"No, no...it's not your fault, I don't blame you, I really don't blame you...Ming Yu, stop talking, hold on, go to the hospital in a while and you'll be fine!"

"Oh... there is no time."

Leng Mingyu raised his head with difficulty, his gloomy pupils gradually began to slack, and his vision turned into a vast expanse of whiteness.

In a daze, the bits and pieces of love in the past ten years flashed before my eyes like a flashing light.

At this time, he raised his head with difficulty, as if he was groping for something.

"I am here!"

Ye Xingtong's eyes trembled, and he immediately held his hand, tightly interlocking his blood-stained fingers.

The warmth passed through the palm of his hand and gradually spread to his cold heart.

"Mo Chen?"

The other hand that was in the air slowly stretched out.

At this moment, Su Mochen, who had crawled from the ground, rushed up, crying hysterically, holding his arm tightly with both hands.

"Ming Yu... I'm here, I've always been here!"

"Sorry……"

Hearing this, Leng Mingyu turned around slowly, his eyes were so blurred that he couldn't see the face in front of him clearly, but he still remembered.

(End of this chapter)