CEO Husband, Please hold me tight !

For the first time, Su Luan watched Mu Yucheng suffer from illness.

And she stood by and did nothing.

Heart, like countless thin steel needles into, and pull out, so no longer, pain can not breathe.

After vomiting the medicine, he managed to stop.

But in a few seconds, the internal organs began to colic.

May be the cause of just vomit, Muyu City, the whole people are very tired.

The tall body staggered for a while, then fell down on the sofa.

The big hand covers the position of the heart, thin lips tightly pursed to endure the pain.

Su Luan exclaimed, "meet the city."

Hold on to him with both hands.

"When you meet the city, hold on to me when it hurts."

Mu Yucheng smiles at her with a smile of exhaustion and weakness.

Slender fingers hold her soft hand, but the strength is not heavier than usual.

"Luan Luan, I can bear it."

His voice was low and hoarse, and his eyes were red in a moment when listening to Su Luan's ear.

She didn't want to cry in front of him.

Do not want to bear the pain of suffering, but also distracted to pacify her mood, pale face to lift up a gentle smile.

"Yucheng, I will accompany you."

I know he tries to avoid her every time he is in pain.

Tonight, Su Luan suddenly did not want to avoid.

He was more and more in pain, and his body would become weaker and weaker.

She couldn't make him avoid it any more.

Mu Yucheng's body was stiff for a moment.

The expression is also a little stiff.

Dark eyes deep in addition to pain, or pain.

It's too thick to melt.

It's not physical pain, it's spiritual.

After all, he will let his Luan Luan face this moment.

"Yucheng, you can shout it out."

Su Luan's voice is gentle and pitiful, a pair of eyes son gaze at him gently.

Mu Yu City eyebrow peak tight twist, forehead quickly Qin out of a layer of cold sweat.

"Luan Luan."

He whispered her name.

"Well, I'll always be with you."

"With you, it doesn't hurt that much."

Mu Yu City mouth curved a weak arc.

With her around, it doesn't hurt that much.

This sentence, let Su Luan's heart ache to pull up.

She held him tightly. "You hold on to me. If it hurts, hold on to me."

"Good."

There was a tremor in his voice.

The pain is growing.

Su Luan threw out a hand and took a tissue to wipe his sweat.

Under the crystal light, he was as white as paper.

Sweat wipe off, soon, and Qin out a layer.

Mu Yu city's body a little bit shrunk up, pressed the big hand of heart, exhausted strength.

But the pain has not been alleviated.

Instead, he could hardly bear to cry out.

Su Luan's sight became blurred, but her tears did not fall down.

"Yucheng."

She called his name over and over again. Originally, she took his hand out and simply hugged him.

I don't know it's trying to comfort him with warm arms.

Or really do not know how to do, flustered, just want to share a little bit for him.

I know that even if I hold him, I can't relieve his pain.

But in this way, it can relieve the panic and heartache of suffocation.

Time has never been so slow.

Every minute, every second, is suffering.

After being hugged by Su Luan, Mu Yucheng did not struggle.

In addition to one hand is still covered, the other hand grabs her hand and maintains a posture.

If you look at the forbearance of his facial expression, not the cold sweat on his forehead.

Su Luan mistakenly thinks that he is no longer in pain.

Ten minutes later, the man in her arms was not so tight.

Su Luan's heart is full of heat.

It's been like a century.

She gently kisses in his ear temples, a "meet the city" gentle, with the relief of finally suffering.

Mu Yucheng raised her eyes, looked at her pale face, red eyes, but did not cry.

He gently smile, "Luan Luan."

Just a light call, thousands of words, no need to say.

She understood what he was going to say.

And give him a gentle smile.

Then, with a tighter grip, hold him.

Mu Yucheng eyes across a sad, her slender body into the arms.

The strength is very small.

Because all his strength was used to fight against his illness.However, he wanted to hold his Luan Luan.

After she accompanied him for so long, worried and afraid for such a long time, she was also distressed and sad for a long time.

He wanted to give her a warm hug.

On the sofa, they hugged each other in silence.

After a long time, he recovered a little strength.

His face was no longer so pale.

Just pulled Su Luan out of his arms, "Luan Luan, sleep."

"I'll get you something to eat."

Su Luan gently smiles and pretends to be strong and optimistic.

“…… Good. "

Mu Yucheng refused, swallowed back in her glittering eyes.

Not even at the moment.

He agreed quietly.

Since when did he lose his appetite.

No interest in any food.

Tonight, he didn't eat anything else.

Those greasy food, he looked on the stomach.

Su Luan sniffed, stood up and said with a smile, "Yucheng, you have a rest, I'll cook you something to eat."

"Don't worry."

Mu Yucheng whispered.

Su Luan nods at him with a smile, turns and runs out of the bedroom.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Mu Yucheng closed his eyes and leaned back into the sofa tired.

Touch your forehead with one hand.

In the kitchen, Su Luan's back is on the door panel. The tears forced by her just now, far away from the sight of muyucheng, are like the tide surging over the tip of his nose.

Out of my eyes!

She clenched her lips tightly and her small face tilted slightly.

Tears fall from the cheek.

Two minutes later, she wiped away her tears.

Su Luan, you must be strong.

Yucheng is a thousand times more painful than you are. You can't help it.

The voice in my heart is firm and stubborn.

Her Yucheng will be OK. She will be OK.

In my ear, Mu Ming's dying words suddenly rang out, "girl Su, promise me that I must make Yucheng better.

No matter what method is used, we should make Yucheng better. "

Su Luan's eyes crossed with a determination.

If, if the third uncle really has no way

She may not be able to hold on.

Will really do something.

"A Luan."

Behind him, the voice of aunt Tong rang out.

Su Luan looked back and saw aunt Tong coming in. "I heard the sound. Are you making food for Yucheng? What Yucheng wants to eat, I'll make it. "

Aunt Su's face and eyes are red.

Her eyes were tight and she didn't say anything comforting.

Any words will only make su Luan more sad.

Su Luan smiles and shakes her head and says, "Auntie Tong, go to bed. I'll cook a bowl of rice porridge for Yucheng. He just vomited."

"The ingredients are all in the refrigerator. I'll get them for you."

Aunt Tong went to open the refrigerator and took out the ingredients.