The Seventh Bride of President

Mo Lingyuan didn't realize that he was not a dream until now. The real Chu Yunyao really appeared in front of him.

He seemed to have been splashed with a basin of cold water. His swollen head instantly regained a few strands of consciousness. He grasped her fingers and called, "Yunyao?"

Chu Yunyao let out a cry, which she had never heard before.

"Why are you here?" Mo Ling Yuan flustered, in a hurry, suddenly coughed up, want to support the arm to sit up, but all over without a trace of strength, fierce way: "who allows you to come?"

Chu Yunyao cried out with tears and sobbed: "I want to come here myself. If I don't come here again, I will be widowed at a young age."

Bao'er, escorting the herbs and potions, arrived later. As soon as he stepped into the door, he just heard his young lady's words.

It's the first time for bao'er to see the young lady crying so sad. I didn't know that I thought that my father had passed away.

That sad look, as if Miss from marriage to now, did not live like widows.

Mo Lingyuan originally wanted to reprimand her, to drive her away, see her suddenly because he cried into tears, a hundred scratch heart general heartache.

He tried his best, raised his hand to wipe her tears, weak mouth: "I said before leaving, if you can't go back, you can choose another lover."

Chu Yunyao sniffed: "you're dead. People say I'm Kefu. What if no one wants to marry me?"

Mo Lingyuan:....

well, even for her, we should live well.

This girl, it's not easy.

He can't even die. It's easier to die.

She shed a few tears, and he was as painful as cutting meat. She cried like this. Even if he died, he would be cried alive by her and climb out of the coffin.

Mo Lingyuan took a deep breath, hung down her wrist, and hooked her finger: "the epidemic is rampant here, I'm just too worried about you..."

Chu Yunyao wiped away her tears, took the medicine box from bao'er's hand, prepared the medicine quickly, held the needle, and stuck it into his arm's blood vessel, and said: "I'm a little medical immortal. As a doctor, it's my duty to save the dying and heal the wounded, Just like you, it's your bounden duty to protect your country. I have fulfilled your duty, and you should also fulfill my duty. "

Mo Lingyuan was deeply grieved, "I'm wrong. I shouldn't keep it from you..."

Chu Yunyao put his hand in the quilt and tucked in the quilt for him. "You're really wrong. If you tell me this at the beginning, it won't make the disease worse.

You have a good rest first. I'll ask Li Bo where the epidemic is coming from. "

Mo Lingyuan spirit is poor, in the role of drugs, sleepy eyes closed, "Yunyao, take good care of yourself."

Chu Yunyao turned back and kissed his forehead again through the mask. He promised low: "I will. Don't worry about me."

Mo Lingwei saw that they were close to each other. She wanted to ask about her brother's illness. Listening to their conversation, she couldn't laugh or cry. She pulled bao'er out of the bedroom, held a handstove, and waited outside the door to ask Li Bo about the epidemic situation.

"The epidemic is spreading so badly. Do you know that someone in Fengjia has been infected?" Mo Lingwei hesitates.

Li Bo twirled his beard: "this war situation can be suspended because both sides have people in charge of the overall situation who have been infected. I heard that the commander of Feng family who has made outstanding achievements in the war has also been infected."

With a bang, Mo Lingwei's hand warmer in her palm fell to the ground. The burning coals and the clothes, shoes and the ground were all over the place