Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

Tang Wei did not speak, to silence and thin night confrontation, later, the ward atmosphere once ice to zero, Tang Wei stood up, wiped tears, "send me home."

Bo ye asked him, "where to go?"

"I'm going home. I'm going to study tomorrow. You pick me up after school and I'll come to see my mommy."

Tang Wei's voice was trembling, but his steps were firm. "Mommy will wake up. As long as I keep my home well and keep it as usual, Mommy will praise me when she wakes up."

Is there a thin night in his so-called home?

Tang Wei let the servants take it down, watching his thin shadow disappear at the end of his sight, thin night the whole person is empty, trance, staring at the woman lying in the hospital bed in front of him.

Pale face, delicate facial features, bloodless lips, thin night remembers that when Tang poetry laughed, the whole world was shining in her eyes, but at this moment, she lay dead in front of him, and there was no fresh vitality.

To tell you the truth, when she was stabbed by a knife, Bo Ye felt that she was stabbed by himself. Otherwise, why would he follow the sharp pain?

He stepped forward and reached out of control and touched the face of Tang poetry.

After that, the man showed a childlike expression of bewilderment. No one knew what the Bo family was thinking at this moment, such as regret, pain, or a moment's desire to commit suicide. All his thoughts came up in waves and quickly swallowed up. He was conscious of nothingness. Until this moment, when the room was still, he dared to touch the face of Tang poetry and whisper from his mouth, "Tang poetry, I I'm sorry. "

It's possible that I'm sorry it's too late. Tang poetry doesn't care.

"I know, you hate me, you hate me, you wake up?"

"Tang Shi, as long as you wake up, you can give you anything you want. Really, you can have my life. I owe you this life..."

Who was it, who was calling her name over and over?

Tang poetry heard a trace of sound in the dark, but at this time the brain was too confused to distinguish the specific words in the voice. She just felt that the sound was familiar.

"If you want the truth, can I check it for you? This is what I owe you. I'll help you clear away your guilt. I'll help you control an Ru. Tang Shi, as long as you wake up, don't sleep again, but you're still waiting for you to go home... "

Jiang Ling said that Tang poetry is trapped in an escape mode, wrapping itself into a cocoon, refusing all sounds outside, and the brain also refuses to wake up.

Because once she wakes up, she has to face what she doesn't want to face.

Bo Ye asks himself, is it he that Tang poetry doesn't want to face?

"If you wake up and keep your body well, it's better than anything else. I won't force you any more. I know that I made a lot of mistakes before, but Tang Shi, I'm all repentant now. You wake up, you can hurt me any way you like, OK? Ah? Tang Shi, I'll make it up to you... "

Compensation? What compensation? Who is saying these things to her?

Hazy, familiar, deadly stranger.

Speaking of later, Bo Ye choked like a child, his voice was shaking, he covered his face, helpless, despair, regret, pain, at this moment all rushed to him, he even hands are shaking. No one knows how frightened he is. The panic of Tang poetry never wakes up.

"Everything will be OK, Tang poetry I beg you I beg you Wake up, will you? "