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Chapter 412 From now on, she will be my Qingqing

Hearing this, Yan Che slowly turned his head and looked at him.

His eyes were terrifying, the corners of his eyes were scarlet, and his eyes were sharp: "Why don't you waste the law, put her heart on me, it won't be wasted, right?"

The butler's face changed slightly, he lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "Young Master, the deceased is gone."

Yan Che ignored his words, he just got up suddenly, picked up the woman on the bed, and walked outside.

Everyone watched him leave, but no one dared to stop him.

Yan Che originally wanted to commit suicide by hugging Yan Qing. The two abandoned people should be buried in the deep sea, clean.

But the premise of all this is, if, if he has never met that woman named Zheng Qingqing.

It was the coast of the small island. There was a woman in a white dress lying on the beach. The girl had a very delicate face. At this time, her complexion was very pale, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was dying.

Many years later, Yan Che couldn't explain his behavior at that time. He rescued the girl and brought her back to the island.Perhaps, it was because her face was a little bit like his Qingqing, or maybe, experiencing two deaths in one day was enough to move his weak heart of compassion.

There is the best doctor in country G on the island, as long as there is still a glimmer of hope, he will surely be able to save this woman.

After a whole night of rescue, the girl finally regained a little consciousness.Her mouth and nose were covered in an oxygen mask, and there was a thin mist that diffused in the ventilator little by little.

Lying on the hospital bed, breathing weakly, she smiled at him gently, and said, "Sir, thank you for saving me."

He didn't smile, Yan Qing's death had brought him too much blow, he had almost lost the ability to be happy.

He looked at her with deep cold eyes, and said in a very calm tone, "What's your name, and why did you appear by the seaside?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, and said slowly: "My name is... Zheng Qingqing, sir, just call me Qingqing..." When she spoke, her tone was intermittent, mixed with a thin and weak nasal sound , the voice was weak and hoarse.

Yan Che's face, which had always been calm, finally trembled for a moment when he heard the name.His eyes trembled, as if he couldn't believe it repeatedly, and he asked again: "You just said, what's your name?"

Zheng Qingqing thought he didn't hear clearly, so he said it again: "Sir, my name is Qingqing, Zheng Qingqing."

Yan Che didn't know how he left that room.

He asked the doctor, "How long will she live?"

The doctor said: "This young lady's wound is in the heart. If there is no suitable source of heart, she won't live for long."

Yan Che's heart was slightly suffocated.

He was silent for a while, as if he had made some decision, he said slowly: "Pair Qingqing's heart with hers, and if possible, give it to her."

The doctor's eyes were filled with astonishment, and he stumbled and said, "Young master, Miss Qingqing's heart."

"Don't you understand what I say?" He interrupted him in a cold voice. The next moment, he smiled and said slowly: "Gently, Qingqing, she will be my Qingqing from now on."

He said this softly, but it was enough to make the listener shudder.

The doctor's face was pale and submissive, not daring to speak again.

Yan Che walked out from the aisle of the corridor. In the very quiet corridor, only the sound of his footsteps reverberated.

(End of this chapter)