Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Sikong Lingge doesn't believe it.

"The wedding will be held as usual." Feng Liye said quietly, "I will tell you the exact location of Fang after it is over."

"Li Ye, you—" Sikong Lingge stared at him with his eyes wide open, thinking he had heard wrong.

impossible!

It is impossible for Li Ye to make such a request!

This is not the Feng Liye she knew...

Sikong Lingge shook his head vigorously, with a blank expression.

Feng Liye pushed the wheelchair and came to Sikong Lingge, picked up the materials scattered on the table one by one, and put them into kraft paper bags.

"These things are not needed for the time being, so keep them with me first."

With that said, put your things away.

Sikong Lingge suddenly came back to his senses, and rushed forward to grab it.

Feng Liye took a quick step and held it down.

"Li Ye..." Sikong Lingge frowned, and was about to snatch it, when his fingertips suddenly felt a thick stream of wetness.

Lowering his eyes, he saw Feng Liye's palm was bright red, full of blood.

Sikong Lingge's chest jumped violently, his entire face turned pale.

what happened?

How could there be so much blood on Li Ye's hands?

Where is it hurt?

How did it hurt?

"Your hand...?" Sikong Lingge looked at the dazzling red, and all the nerves in his body tightened.

Wherever you still have the mind to take care of the kraft paper bag, you have to check it with your head down.

Feng Liye avoided it, not letting Sikong Lingge touch it, and said lightly, "It's okay, a small cut, you can't die."

A little cut?

How could such a small cut bleed so much! ?

The whole palm is red!

"Show me your hand!" Sikong Lingge frowned more and more.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the kraft paper bag——

Sure enough, there were faint blood marks on it!

Damn!

Li Ye suffered such a serious injury, but she didn't realize it at all.

"Don't move, I'll get the medicine box!" Sikong Lingge said, immediately turned around and hurriedly walked in another direction.

His waist suddenly tightened.

Feng Liye suddenly hugged her from behind.

Sikong Lingge's whole body trembled, struggling as if being scalded, "Li Ye, your hand is injured and needs to be disinfected and bandaged, I can't help you like this..."

"Listen to the song." Feng Liye suddenly called her name with a hoarse voice.

Sikong Lingge's chest tightened, his body was as stiff as a statue, and his limbs were cold.

She didn't dare to move, for fear of causing Feng Liye to make more movements.

"The previous promises, there is no chance to fulfill them in this life." Feng Liye hugged her tightly, his voice hoarse as if torn.

"..." Sikong Lingge was stiff, his throat couldn't help being choked, he didn't know what to say.

"It seems that there is only the next life." Feng Liye murmured in a low voice, deeply regretful.

"..."

"Perhaps, it will not be possible in the next life."

"..."

"People like Shangguan Rui will not allow you to promise me your next life."

"..."

"So, listen to the song." Feng Liye paused at this point, and then spoke again after a while, "In this life, at least one, the agreement between us?"

"What...?" Sikong Lingge had to take deep breaths to keep his voice steady.

"Marry me, even if it's a few hours' wedding." Feng Liye said, "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you. The divorce agreement in the brown paper bag is still valid."

"..." Sikong Lingge's eyes were red, and his chest was so uncomfortable that it seemed to be splitting——

The matter between them is over.