Arresting the little runaway wife: please be gentle with the wolf-like president

"Yunshang, where does it hurt?" He grabbed her hand, and the tearing sound resounded in his chest, "Tell me, where does it hurt?!"

Bai Yunshang couldn't hear anything, her body was shaking, and she could only murmur about the pain...

When they arrived at the hospital, they went through the checkups. Sikong Zeye was like a spinning top, being whipped and running around with Bai Yunshang in his arms.

Sweat dripped down the bridge of his handsome nose.

His arms were stiff, and his legs began to go numb. Ma Zai wanted to help several times, but was shocked by his majestic expression. [

In the evening, Bai Yunshang's various examinations were finally over, and she was lying on the bed for treatment.

The needle pierced through the back of Bai Yunshang's hand, and she moved suddenly, frowning.

Sikong Zeye growled in annoyance: "Take it easy, didn't you hear her say it hurts?!"

The evening wind blows the snow on the tree branches, rustling and falling.

Sikong Zeye stood in front of the window, the cigar in his hand was lit but not smoked, his eyes looking out of the window were a little frozen.

The coat was taken off, and the shirt with the tie unbuttoned was covered with sweat.

The servant knelt aside and reported Bai Yunshang's actions in a low voice:

"When Ms. An woke up, she went directly to the bathroom... I waited for about half an hour. I heard the water in the bathroom kept ringing, and there was water flowing from the crack in the door. I felt something was wrong, so I called her... She kept No answer, I felt something was wrong, so I hit the door directly..."

Sikong Sawano opened the window.

The cold wind blew in, making his face awake in the freezing cold.

The cigar in his hand popped out.

His deep blue pupils were as brittle as glass that would shatter if knocked.

"What was she doing yesterday?"

"Miss An spent the whole day modifying the dress yesterday. Nothing unusual?"

……

Bai Yunshang was in such pain that even in a comatose state, her tears kept flowing.

A slender finger reached out to gently wipe away her tears, but immediately after, new ones flowed down...

He kept wiping, and she kept crying.

The cold wind was howling outside the window, and his heart was like the cold wind passing through. [

It was as if dozens of knives had been inserted into his chest.

Stirring slowly all the time, let him try the boundless pain.

He hurt her again, from their acquaintance to the present, his love, like a mountain, weighs her down and hurts her every time.

Knowing that her life is short, she doesn't want to recognize her again, but he just... can't let go...