Rebirth of the hidden marriage queen

Chapter 1 Chuyang, don't hate me

In Liangcheng in November, the temperature has dropped to minus [-] degrees, just like her heart at this moment, as cold as death.

The heavy snow that must come every day never misses the appointment.

Ye Chuyang leaned in front of the large French windows, his slender and petite body was wrapped in a large hospital gown.

Her cheeks were pale, her lips were dry and cracked, and her eyes were dull and lifeless, but she still stared at the heavy snow falling outside the window.

It seemed that she stood for a long time, until her legs and feet went numb, and she came back from her thoughts.

Turning his head, he looked at the closed door.

His eyes fell on the furnishings in the house one by one, a double bed, and a large wardrobe full of famous brand clothes.

But she never touched those things that didn't belong to her.

There is a built-in bathroom in the room, complete with toiletries.

The surrounding walls are white, and the air is filled with the smell of potions.

By the way, there is a bunch of medical machines not far from the bed.

These cold machines would be placed on her body when she was unconscious.

The sound of tick-tock lingered in her dreams all the time.

That's right, this house is a ward, and the place where she is is a hospital, and it has been a month since she was locked up here.

The person who closed her was her husband, the man she had loved for 15 years.

She wasn't sick and didn't need to be hospitalized, but she was imprisoned here.

Not free, cut off from contact with the outside world.

Every day someone comes to deliver meals regularly, outside the door, every day and night, there will be a few men in black, taking turns guarding the door 24 hours a day.

They treated her as a criminal and as a dead person. No matter how much she shouted, they did not respond, did not answer, and did not open the door.

Despair began to attack the whole body little by little.

She didn't understand what the man she loved was going to do.

Today is still the same as usual, everything is so peaceful, but she feels that the god of death is walking towards her step by step.

Fifteen years ago, when she was 15 years old, she fell in love with him at the first sight the moment she stepped into the gate of the first year of high school.

Since then, I have followed his footsteps for 15 years without complaint or regret.

She became his girlfriend as she wished, entered the Mo family to meet the parents as she wished, and became his wife as she wished.

Fifteen years later, she thought that even if that man didn't love her, at least he had her in his heart.

With a bang, the room was suddenly pushed away from the outside.

A group of doctors and nurses in white coats walked towards her aggressively.

"You guys tie her to the bed..." one of the doctors ordered in a cold voice.

Chu Yang's body trembled, and his footsteps retreated slightly, but there was an open window behind him.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a trembling hoarse voice.

Those people didn't seem to hear her voice, and a few people came up and dragged her to the cart she was moving to.

She struggled to get rid of them, to escape from this place that frightened her.

"Let go of me, what are you guys doing? I want to see Mo Han, I want to see him..." She shouted hoarsely, growling.

"Give her a tranquilizer immediately..."

"The operation is about to start, and there must be no mistakes, otherwise we will all lose our lives."

Then, someone held her arm firmly, and a needle pierced her fair and thin arm fiercely.

After the pain passed, she couldn't break free from those confinement, and despair surged up little by little.

The tears she had held back for a long time slipped down little by little, but her body gradually became weak.

Ten minutes later, the medicine took effect, and she completely calmed down.

"Hurry up and push into the operating room, President Mo and Miss Yi Ren are already waiting there."

Mr. Mo, Yiren, Yiren, how could she forget this name?
No longer struggling, let the tears fall from the corners of the eyes.

It wasn't until this moment that she finally realized that Mo Han, the man she had loved for 15 years, was going to send her to die.

Ye Chuyang, this is her name, and Mo Han is his name.The early sun on the leaves, the dry night and the rain...

The first sunshine on the lotus leaves dried the rain last night. She was the sunshine, but she couldn't dry his cold rain after all.

In my heart, I was crying mournfully, pain and coldness swept my whole body.

Instead of warming him, she was killed by him.

how ridiculous...

Her eyes were blurred, and those people pushed her towards death step by step.

Gradually, she felt her body began to grow cold.

The coldness made her body tremble involuntarily.

A pair of dry and warm big hands held her cold little hands.

Heart trembled fiercely.

This familiar touch made her stop breathing for a moment.

"Mr. Mo..."

"Mr. Mo..."

Those people called him with a respectful tone.

The man's sharp facial features were full of solemnity. He pressed his thin lips tightly and looked down at the trembling woman lying on the bicycle.

Her skin is so white, as white as the heavy snow outside the window, so white that it seems to have become transparent.

Holding her slender wrist, he bent down and pressed his thin lips against her ear.

"Chuyang, don't hate me..."

hatred?A word of hate, how to amplify the anger in her heart.

Now, no matter how stupid she is, she should think about what this man is going to do.

The Qiuyi people suffered from congenital heart disease from birth, which was born with no cure at all.

For so many years, she has been supported by drugs until she can no longer support, and then she looks for a heart that can match her.

The Mo family and the Qiu family are friends, and Mo Han and Qiu Yi are childhood sweethearts.

Although Qiu Yiren is terminally ill, she has an alluring face. Coupled with her gentle and gentle personality, even a man will fall in love with her.

Only then did she realize that the person Mo Han had always loved was Qiu Yiren.

And she was just a living heart that he married back home and raised for the Qiuyi people.

"So, the first meeting 15 years ago was all planned by you? You already knew that my heart was a match for Yiren, so you approached me for her at that time?" She said hoarsely. asked.

Mo Han didn't speak, his eyes avoided her and looked away.

Chu Yang followed his gaze and felt a severe pain in his heart.

Wherever he looked, Qiu Yiren closed her eyes tightly, her stunning face revealed a breath of death, she was as weak as a trace of air, lying on the hospital bed dying.

It was so quiet, yet it gripped everyone's heart.

Qiuyi people, you are unfortunate, but you are also lucky.

You can't have a healthy body, but you got this man, unique love.

"So, for so many years, you have been so kind to me, you always obey me and obey me in everything. Everything you do is for her..." Her voice was suddenly as old as an old woman, with despair, and the corners of her mouth curled up. With a sneer, he asked aggressively.

(End of this chapter)