Pampering Handbook of Rich Flowers

Chapter 188 The Extraordinary Jiang Erye and His Sharp Heart (41)

"You will be my man when you are alive, and you will be a dead man bearing my surname when you die! Shen Ci'en, I have recognized you in this life, you don't even want to run away!"

Shen Ci'en lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, and didn't act immediately.

"If you don't change your clothes, I will change them for you myself!"

Jiang Zhuo clasped her wrist, threatening in a cold voice.

Knowing that he could really say what he said, Shen Ci'en was forced to take his clothes into the bathroom that came with the ward.

What Jiang Zhuo brought her was a small dress, which was originally a very elegant and pure style, but because Shen Cien's style was too explosive, it became a tight-fitting style with bumps.

The two went straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau. Jiang Zhuo kept a cold face along the way, and the atmosphere between the two was so cold that it could freeze.

Finally arrived at the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Shen Ci'en looked at the gate in front of him, and suddenly said something softly.

"Jiang Zhuo, I used to imagine that I would enter into marriage with someone who loves each other."

Jiang Zhuo finally paid attention to her, but it was merciless irony.

"Your dream is half realized."

Shen Ci'en looked at him suspiciously, and Jiang Zhuo sneered at her: "Although you didn't love each other, you married a 'person'."

Shen Ci'en was stunned for two seconds, and tears suddenly fell down.

Jiang Zhuoqi took her own life as a joke, and in her mind, she was frantically imagining what rescue measures should be taken next, and what method should be used to let Shen Ci'en live.

For a moment, he didn't realize what was wrong with her.

Until the people in the Civil Affairs Bureau also saw that the two were wrong.

When the police car roared towards him, he didn't show any panic at all. Instead, he looked at Shen Ci'en coldly with a pair of cold and heartless eyes, as if pushing her to go with the policemen.

But Shen Ci'en didn't hate him a long time ago. When her life came to an end, she looked away from everything and everything, she didn't hate him anymore.

I just pity him, he fell in love with a person who was destined not to get it, and he couldn't get rid of it all his life.

The two finally succeeded in obtaining the certificate.

When Jiang Zhuo was about to take her back to the hospital, Shen Ci'en stopped him.

"Jiang Zhuo, maybe I really can't live for too long. At the end of my life, I don't want to spend it in the hospital."

Jiang Zhuo slammed on the steering wheel in a circle, turned her head and looked at her with red eyes, her voice was angry and difficult.

"Shen Ci'en, do you have to torture me like this?"

Shen Ci'en held him too hard, bumped into a fist with five red fingers, put it to his lips and blew gently, and stared at him gently with a pair of bright eyes.

"Does it still hurt?"

Jiang Zhuo's limbs froze.

Shen Ci'en curled his lips into a smile, with a nostalgic tone.

"When I was young, I was very playful. If I bumped it accidentally, my mother would blow it on my wound. It's a pity that she has passed away for many years. I have always missed her. Now I finally want to I went to find her, I..."

"Shen Ci'en."

Jiang Zhuo's voice trembled suddenly, and she interrupted her next words. He was afraid that she would say any more words that would make him despair. She gave him hope again and again, and made him despair again. Enough, really enough.

"Jiang Zhuo."

Shen Ci'en held his hand and interrupted him with firm eyes.

"Didn't you always hope that I could go back to find you?" She smiled and said, "I don't want to go to the hospital anymore, the smell of disinfectant there gives me a headache. Jiang Zhuo, let's go home, let's go back to our home .”

Her voice was very soft: "Although you got more things in Jiang's house, I know that you are not happy in Jiang's house, right? You are really happy only in that villa, so we will not go back The Jiang family, go back to that villa, to the place where we started, okay?"

Shen Ci'en leaned forward, getting very close to Jiang Zhuo, so close that she could clearly see the struggle and pain in his eyes.

"Jiang Meiren, I know you have never forgotten that place." She smiled slightly, stepped forward and hugged him, her tone was soft, almost ethereal: "So the Jiang family is not my final destination, it is there."

"Jiang Zhuo, let's go home, go back to our home, shall we?"

The cold drops of water, along his wet eyelashes, dripped onto her collarbone, but turned into air in an instant, seeping into her snow-like skin.

"Shen Ci'en, I hate you."

She heard him say that in a trembling voice.

He hated her, hated her for being merciless, hated her for being as hard as a stone, hated her for deliberately seducing him, hated her for catching him to death, but she refused to want him again and again, and left him behind.

She didn't answer, but raised her head, smiled and kissed his lips.

"Jiang Zhuo, I know you won't refuse."

He really won't say no.

The two finally returned to the villa back then.

Heart disease is not like an ordinary illness, and the external manifestations are actually not so obvious.

Shen Ci'en looked weaker, but still charming and bright.

But Jiang Zhuo knew that she might become cold in his arms tomorrow.

He called Dr. Song, he mobilized all the forces of the Jiang family, and even went to the black market, just to fight against time and death.

Shen Ci'en knew what he was doing, but he didn't care about it at all. She hadn't returned to her villa for a long time, and after Jiang Yan bought the house, she didn't change Shen Ci'en's original layout.

Everything here is still everything she is familiar with.

It's just a pity that it's autumn, and the flowers in the garden are all withered. The sea of ​​roses that Shen Ci'en loves the most, now there is only a scene of decay, just like her life that is gradually withering and decaying.

The outdoor air was too cold, Jiang Zhuo didn't allow her to go out, so she could only look at her once thriving small garden through the glass window with regret, her eyes showing nostalgia.

Jiang Zhuo looked at her back without making a sound.

When she got up the next day, before leaving the room, she smelled a familiar fragrance. She walked out of the room in surprise, and saw pots of pink roses in the hall downstairs.

The fragrance of flowers is tangy, like a dream.

Jiang Zhuo stood by her door with his hands behind his back, looking at her lightly: "Do you like it?"

Shen Ci'en nodded without pretense and smiled brightly.

"like."

She walked to the side of those flowers, knelt down and sniffed their fragrance, Jiang Zhuo walked behind her and lifted her up.

"Don't squat down, it will stress your heart."

Shen Ci'en looked at him jokingly: "Yo, you're quite professional, you learned this for me?"

The woman was wearing an off-white woolen sweater. She was obviously a dying person, but her complexion was still ruddy.

Because of her heart, her lips were darker than pink, as if she was wearing bright lipstick.

A pair of beautiful eyes that look forward and look bright, radiant when looking at people, and against the background of flowers, they are as beautiful as a fairy.

Sometimes it is really hard for Jiang Zhuo to believe that she looks so good, better than many people who are not sick and painless, she can't tell that she is sick at all, but she is sure, she is going to die soon.

(End of this chapter)