Fortunate Pregnancy, Forced Marriage: Boss is Addicted to Pampering His Wife

She never cried, and she always bleeds and does not shed tears, and at this moment she has paid off her heartache.

The blood flowing from Yan Shiting's wound quickly soaked his shirt. She quickly took out a capsule-like object from her pocket and took it apart, ripped off his shirt, and sprinkled the powder on his wound.

"Cheng Yingxuan, what did you do to Shi Ting!" Cen Sufen drunk, "If my son missed because of saving you, you're the one who hurt you!"

"Shut up!" Cheng Yingxuan's eyes were fierce.

Both Yang Qian and Cheng Anqi were brought in by Cen Sufen. They reminded her that they were uneasy and let them go. Cen Sufen wants to do right with himself or not!

Now the responsibility is pushed back!

Yan Song also said, "Sufen, don't mess it up! I didn't see that the bleeding rate of Shi Ting's gunshot wound slowed down. She must have given him a hemostatic medicine."

At this time, the soldier brought a stretcher and moved Yan Shiting up.

Cheng Yingxuan saw Yan Shiting frowning because of the movement of the body, and shouted, "Be gentle, be gentle!"

Yan Shiting weakly grasped Cheng Yingxuan's hand weakly. He was carried into the ambulance compartment by a stretcher, and she followed the car.

Cen Sufen wanted to follow the car and was stopped by Yan Song. "Shi Ting should have something to say to Cheng Yingxuan. Let's take another car."

On the way from the ambulance to the hospital, Yan Shiting lay on the stretcher in the carriage, with deep cold eyes and Cheng Yingxuan's eyes covered with tenderness, "wife..."

As soon as he spoke, blood poured out of his mouth.

"Don't talk, don't talk..." She cried into tears.

"Your tears...make me feel so distressed..." He wanted to raise his hand to wipe her tears, and he lifted his hand to midair, but was unable to move upward.

She grabbed his big palm and stroked her face, "Yan Shiting, stop talking..."

"I'm going to say..." His affectionate eyes were filled with reluctance, staring at her face, as if she was scared to look at her less, not even blinking, "If you don't say it, maybe...I won't... ...No chance."

"No, no!" She shook her head. "You can't do anything, never!"

"Wife...you never said to love me..." his affectionate eyes asked hopefully, "Do you love me?"

"I love you, I love you!" Her tears were like broken beads, "I love you, Yan Shiting!"

He smiled, contentedly.

Even if he died, he had no regrets.

"My wife, I love so much... I love you so much!" His eyes were filled with tears of tears, because she was too reluctant to give her, "If I die, you want to...live alive, okay?"

"Not good!" She shook her head sadly. "If you die, I won't live alone!"

"No!" He was anxious, and blood poured out of his mouth again, "We still have Xiaobao, we can't let him be an orphan...you have to raise Xiaobao well..."

"I don't care...you must persevere, you must live!" she growled in pain, "Xiaobao can't have no father, I can't have you!"

"I am reluctant to you... reluctant to Xiaobao..." The tears of nostalgia oozed from the corner of his eyes, and he closed his eyes gradually.

"Yan Shiting!" Cheng Yingxuan shouted eagerly, raised his hand to sniff his nose, and found that he was only comatose, slightly relieved.

...

In the operating room of the hospital, the doctor stood in front of the operating table to help Yan Shiting take the bullet and clean the wound...