Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

Late at night

In Yiinch Mo City, on the slope 300 meters away from Mo Yuan, in the courtyard of the somewhat dilapidated two-story villa, there are still orange lights on.

In a quiet room, on a 1.8-meter big bed, a woman with a face as pale as paper lay quietly on it. Because her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes drooped down like transparent butterfly wings. trembling.

The woman was wearing a white double-breasted pajamas. From the two unbuttoned buttons, it could be seen that the white gauze was wrapped around her chest. Liu Hao, the family doctor of the Dongfang family, said: "Fortunately, the scissors were not inserted properly and not strong enough. There is still three centimeters away from the heart. If the insertion is correct and the strength is enough, it is estimated that Hua Tuo will be helpless even if he is alive.

Just because Xi Muru didn't hurt his heart doesn't mean that Xi Muru's injury wasn't serious. In fact, it was still very serious. After all, it wasn't far from his heart, and he bled a lot.

But Liu Hao was outside when he received the call, and it was half an hour later when he arrived by speeding car. When he rushed to the second floor of Meiyuan, he saw not only Xi Muru lying on the bed with a pale face like paper, but also sitting on the bed. Dongfang Mo was trembling in the wheelchair.

Fortunately, Liu Hao's medical skills are superb, and at the same time, he has all the instruments and equipment in the car. It took nearly two hours to pull Xi Muru back from the death line, and it also slowed down Dongfang Mo's hanging heart. Slowly fell back into the pit of the heart.

The operation was done, but Xi Muru did not wake up immediately, but fell into a deeper sleep, wearing white clothes, lying on a red bed, suddenly giving people the illusion of a fairy falling into the mortal world.

After the operation, her face was still as pale as paper. On her small and delicate cheeks, her eyes were tightly closed, her slightly dry lips were tightly pressed, her nose was straight and round, and her slight breathing was barely audible. Only the liquid medicine in the hanging bottle was dripping drop by drop, cold and regular dripping with crisp sound.

The ancient wall clock on the wall, the hour hand has already pointed to 12, morning has come, and the lights in Mocheng are dimmed an inch outside the window, and the evening scent comes in through the window that is opened a little bit, and it is fragrant and desolate.

Beside the window, on a special wheelchair, a man without a hat turned his back to the window and faced the big bed in the room. He just sat there motionless, holding a cigarette in his ungloved hand. It's been a while.

He has maintained this posture for a long time, but he smelled the fresh scent of evening primrose wafting in from the window, and looked at the woman who was unconscious or asleep on the hospital bed. In the end, he couldn't bear to destroy this freshness in the room. I still rubbed the cigarette in my hand to pieces.

He was sitting here like this, with a face that seemed to be covered with leech-like bark without any expression, still as cold and scary as usual, but his pair of eyes seemed to be embedded in the old bark as deep as a pool. His eyes looked a little closer, but he found that they were full of worry and anxiety.

When he knew that Zheng Yifan had booked two tickets to Las Vegas yesterday, he had clearly realized that Zheng Yifan was going to take her to get married, and how could he let them get married?

What he did today was just to separate the two of them, but he never dreamed that she would actually—fight to the death!

In her heart, is there no trace of him?Didn't she ever say that she would guard him for the rest of her life?

Now, he gave her another chance to keep his chance for a lifetime, why did she abandon him early?