This green plum is going to counterattack

Chapter 259 Time Countdown 5
Luo Xiaojiang's dead heart suddenly felt a sharp pain, her cold body trembled, and the hands and fingers on both sides trembled slightly.

Gong Jiuche punched the glass with one punch, another punch, and another punch, and he shouted: "Does it hurt? Does it hurt? Why are you afraid? Why give up your life? Isn't it just glass?"

Eleven fifty.

Ye Zimu didn't stop Gong Jiuche or try to persuade him, his heart ached, he approached the bed step by step, looking at Luo Xiaochan like a torn doll...

There seemed to be many marks in his heart, and he showed a gentle smile: "Xiao Jiang, don't sleep, get up quickly!"

Luo Xiaochan is struggling, she is fighting against death, she is escaping from the darkness... Her heart hurts so much, she can't give up her life, today is her birthday!She also wanted Gong Jiuche to return her a romantic confession ceremony...

How can she give up?She also has parents who love herself, friends who love herself...and Gong Jiuche who loves herself, she just likes the look in his eyes and the tone of voice that dislikes her...every time he dislikes him, he will silently help her, I feel sorry for myself...

She likes to hear him call herself: "Soy sauce bottle!"

Her heart was beating at a certain frequency, and there was a crashing sound in her ears, and the familiar sound of glass breaking... It was so ear-piercing, so heartbreaking...

She was yelling, "Please, please don't do this to yourself!"

Ye Zimu smiled softly, and he said, "Xiaojiang, do you still remember the time when you were five years old? Although the memory is very vague, you must remember what I said."

There was a smile in his eyes, and grief on his handsome face. He whispered in her ear: "I said, I will protect Xiaojiang for the rest of my life! Are you willing to let me protect you?"

He held her cold hand: "Say, you are willing!" He tried his best to keep smiling: "But, if you don't wake up, how can I protect you? How can I protect you?"

Brother Ding Tinghao?
When Luo Xiaojiang heard it, she was shocked and excited, and her slender eyelashes trembled slightly.

Ye Zimu saw it, he did see it, his heart felt excited and excited like never before, he wanted to tell Gong Jiuche, but...

Eleven forty-three.

boom!
Gong Jiuche punched the glass again, the sound cut through the lonely night, a large piece of glass in the floor-to-ceiling windows was shattered, some of the pieces fell down the stairs, and some fell into the ward.

Blood... dazzling blood, stained on the glass block... the room smelled of blood.

The fist of Gong Jiuche's right hand was stained red with blood, dripping drop after drop on the cold ground. He didn't feel any pain at all. He just smiled coldly: "Does it hurt? Does it hurt?"

He looked up at the time on the wall, his heart completely collapsed, he roared in pain: "You just don't want to wake up, do you know, you are dead, I..."

He was a little excited, his eyes were red: "I will leave with you, leave this world!"

"do not want!"

The voice of pleading sounded in the ward.

Luo Xiaojiang opened her eyes, clear tears were flowing crazily on her pale face, she pleaded in a low voice with a hoarse voice: "Gong Jiuche, please, don't..."

Gong Jiuche only felt that the cracked heart healed little by little, his tense nerves slowly relaxed, and the body that was about to die seemed to be slowly regaining its vitality...

He laughed suddenly, shook off the blood on his hand, raised his hand and tugged at the front of his shirt unrulyly, his thin lips curled up sideways: "Soy sauce bottle, you idiot, you can really sleep..."

(End of this chapter)