Madam Fu, it's so cruel!

Chapter 324 If it was her, he would be willing to succumb to fate

The air in the bedroom froze instantly, and the two looked at each other in astonishment.

Ah Jiang quietly took the doctor away, and they were the only ones left in the room.

Gu Wei returned to his previous indifferent expression, and the tears just now seemed to have completely disappeared.

"The roof is leaking. Time to fix it."

Fu Xie answered quickly: "It is indeed in disrepair for a long time, I will find someone to do it immediately."

He couldn't help but look at her a few more times, for fear that she would cry again.

That tear just now was real.

During the time he was with her, he never saw her cry.

She cried, this time for herself?

He just felt like the strings in his heart were being gently plucked, exuding bursts of aftertaste.

It just so happened that A Jiang came over with hot water and towels after seeing off the doctor.

"Ma'am, this is what the doctor said to give the Patriarch a hot compress."

Gu didn't take the hot water, so he directly scalded the towel and twisted it to cover the back of his hand.

"A Jiang, bring the knife."

"Not allowed to move!"

His voice of refusal was quick and short, the weakness already too obvious.

He turned his head to look at her, vaguely guessing something in his heart, so he was stubborn for a rare moment at this moment.

"If you pay the price to save me, then I'd rather not."

Gu Wei's face suddenly turned dark.

A Jiang who was beside him was scratching his head anxiously seeing them.

Even he, an outsider, can notice how angry Miss Gu is now. How could a person like the Patriarch, who is so keen and eager to throw himself on her, not notice it?
He said this to provoke Miss Gu on purpose.

He was just afraid that she would save his life at the cost of hurting herself.

This is completely different from when he was in Yunxu Mountain.

A very shallow smile appeared on Fu Xie's elegant face.

"I've been in pain for so many years, I don't care about this moment."

He would rather bear such pain than see her hurt himself with a knife.

My own pain is just physical pain.

But if she was injured and bled, she would go crazy by herself.

Gu Wei's eyes seemed to freeze inch by inch, and the storm brewing in his eyes seemed to erupt anytime and anywhere.

Don't care about this moment.
not give a damn about?
But she cares!

In the next second, her hand hit his neck and pushed him down on the bed.

The sick beauty was as pale as paper due to excessive blood loss, and he was pinned on the head of the bed, with the lust of a sickly gossamer, but this could not quench the burning anger in her heart at all.

Her eyes were scarlet and bloodshot, and her cold face was full of fear and anger.

The overhead light casts on her face, making half of the face bright and half dark.

She was condescending, but her tone was gnashing her teeth, wishing to tear him apart: "You want to die, huh?"

Fu Xie looked at her for a moment, and the atmosphere between the two of them froze again.

Depressed, dark, tense, like a baby squatting next to the trash can in a dark corner and crying.

These emotions were quietly brewing in the air.

A Jiang looked at the two of them and subconsciously clenched his fists.

They are the same kind. The same kind that grew up on the edge of hell.

Fu Xi half-cast his eyes, his gray pupils were lifeless, and all the camouflage on his body collapsed in an instant.

He stared at her, thinking silently.

If he had to die, he wanted to choose the current method of death.

died at her hands.

This is the way of death he is most willing to submit to fate.

But he looked up and saw her wet eyes, the kind of eyes that clearly cared about her dying, but were so impatient and stubborn that she refused to admit defeat.

At this moment, at this moment, there was no sound in his ears.

With eyes full of eyes, only she was infinitely magnified, and his expression, eyes, and breathing seemed to be kept in his eyes greedily.

covet for a lifetime
At this moment, his heart ached.

At this moment, he put away all his real thoughts.

He hoarse his voice, and said slowly: "With you, I haven't lived enough."

　Oh, this turned out to be something I could write.

　　This kind of love talk, this kind of tone, my mother!
　　In fact, Fu Xie's character logic is very complicated, but the abandonment of survival at this moment is actually very complicated.
　　He always wanted to live, but after being tortured by the illness for so long, he would want to let go of his hand for a moment.

　　This time, the heroine took his hand from the edge of hell.

　　Knock me to death
　　
　
(End of this chapter)