Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

The doctor didn't expect that Mr. Meng would make such a decision. It's not easy to move all the equipment in the hospital here. But he is president Meng. No one dares to refute what he says. Even if he knows he can't do it, he must try his best to do it.

The doctor didn't dare to say anything else, so he nodded and said, "OK, I'll hang the bottle for my wife first, and I'll do the rest right away."

Meng Yuqi said with satisfaction, "go right away. If she doesn't get better tonight, I'll ask you."

After the doctor took the order, he turned the bedroom into a VIP ward with complete facilities. They brought in the X-ray machine and quickly took a picture of Jiang Shiyu. He was diagnosed with severe pneumonia, followed by a series of first aid, fever abatement and water lifting

In the whole process, Meng Yuqi has been sitting in front of Jiang Shiyu's bed without saying a word. His eyes are not influenced by anything else. All his focus centers are nothing but the woman lying on the bed.

Doctors and nurses are busy, and they can't help sighing in their hearts. The new president Meng is really affectionate to his wife.

Meng Yuqi looks at Jiang Shiyu for a moment. The medicine is injected into her blue and white blood vessels drop by drop with the tube. The abnormal flush on her face gradually recedes, and the sweat slowly leaches from her forehead. His heart a joy, this is the sweating phenomenon after antipyretic, he stretched out his hand, stroked her forehead, sure enough, the heat on the forehead has decreased a lot.

Only, the sweat on her forehead hair are condensed into a ball, he pitifully picked up the towel, wipe off the sweat for her. Such a careful care of the man, no one can imagine, he usually to her is how rude and unreasonable. However, who knows that all his insults and torments to her are just fighting against his deep love. He has always loved her, but he does not dare to admit it. He just goes farther and farther on the road of mutual torment with her.

If time could be turned back, would he do it in a different way? However, only he knew that even if time went back, he and she would still live like this, because many things were predestined. Can only say, step by step wrong, step by step wrong, can not be retrieved.

In a misty water sky, he looked at the middle of the water from a distance, with a thin white back, so familiar, but so thin and pitiable. He went over and tried to catch the shadow, but he could not hold her skirt. He tried his best to shout her name: "Yiwan, Yiwan, don't go... Don't go..."

However, the shadow was just in front of my eyes. In this moment, it disappeared, leaving nothing but the white nothingness between the water and the sky.

His heart was empty in an instant. He was worried and hoarse, and cried: "no, Yiwan, don't go..."

Xu Jia looks at Qi Aozhi's face full of sweat, waving his hands in the air, and seems to be eager to catch something. His throat is hoarse and dry, calling the name

As soon as her heart hurt, he was having a nightmare again. She bent down, pushed his shoulder, and cried eagerly: "brother Qi, brother Qi, wake up, wake up..." I can't remember how many times this is. It wakes him up from the nightmare. Xu Jia's heart just feels that it has reached the edge of unbearable.