Billionair Husband Doted On His Substitute Wife

As long as she's alive.

He asks for nothing.

In the future, he will spend more time to hurt her and love her. Everything will pass and all wounds will be cured.

When he came to the door of the room, there was still no sound inside. Ye Ming restrained his handsome eyes, and then stretched out his hand to push open the door.

With a bang, the door opened and he looked into the room with scarlet eyes.

no

It's not what he can imagine.

Just up the stairs, thousands of pictures appeared in his mind, but the scene in front of him was not any of them.

His deep pupils contracted violently, and it took him several seconds to react.

He Bing sat on the bed. Her clothes and skirts were torn to pieces, full of blood. The scorpion fell in her arms, with a sheet between her neck.

The Scorpion was not dead. He stared at he Bing and his body twitched.

Ye Ming quickly stepped forward. He walked to he Bing, then squatted down. He stretched out his hand to touch he Bing's small head.

He Bing suddenly raised her eyes, and her wonderful eyes shot at Ye Ming with a cold blade.

Ye Ming breathed tightly. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big palm and lowered his eyelids. He looked at her two small hands holding the sheet. Her palms were rotten and fresh meat adhered to the sheet.

There was blood on the bed and sticky blood dripping down the sheet. The room was very quiet. Ticking, ticking, ticking made people's scalp numb and creepy.

The scorpion has no knife wound, and the blood is all from he Bing.

Ye Ming rolls his throat up and down. His rough big palm clasps the back of he Bing's head and presses her into his arms.

The flexible thin lips pressed on her hair and kissed hard. He said in a dumb voice, "Bingbing, it's me, I'm coming."

Ye Ming.

It's Ye Ming. He's coming.

He Bing's tight brain nerve suddenly loosened, and her too stiff body softened, like a pool of water. The clean color in her wonderful eyes recovered. She closed her red lips without saying anything.

I didn't feel it just now. Now the brain is recovering and her body is full of pain.

they hurt.

It hurts.

A small face with a palm size was as white as a piece of paper. The feather Jie like a butterfly cicada wing covered it, and she was soft in his arms.

Ye Ming took the sheet out of her hand and kicked away the dead scorpion. He held her in one arm and lay open her dress with one hand. She was stabbed seven or eight times on her flat abdomen. When the knife saw the meat, the gurgling hot blood seemed to spray out. He couldn't stop.

Ye Ming closes her clothes, draws strength with one arm, and rubs her delicate body into her bones. "Bingbing, I'll take you to the hospital now."

He picked her up and left the villa quickly.

He put her on the co pilot's seat. He strangled her waist with a sheet. There was no first aid here. He could only stop her bleeding.

When the jeep started, he looked at her with his side eyes. The blood flowed down her white legs and quickly dyed the co driver's seat red.

He pressed the steering wheel with one hand and pressed her wound with one hand. He felt her blood temperature and the life she gradually passed in his fingertips.

The girl's little head tilted around on the seat. If the seat belt hadn't been fixed, she would have fallen down. The slender feather Jie covered it, and she seemed to be going to sleep.

Once I sleep, I can't wake up.

Ye Ming pulled his thin lips, his hoarse voice was shaking, full of coax, and... Begged, "Bingbing, don't sleep. Let's talk and tell me what happened just now?"

Hearing his hoarse voice, he Bing raised his eyes weakly and laboriously. She was in pain. She didn't even have the strength to speak.

She looked at Ye Ming, soft and pale lips, "Ah Ming, I said... I'll wait for you, always... Waiting for you."