Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

Jiang Ying and Lengfeng spoke loudly inside, especially the low roar of Lengfeng.

Clearly into the ears of Mu Shaoqian.

The knock on the door stopped.

It's not a good time to go in at this time.

He knew that going in at this time meant a complete showdown.

Jiang Ying will also find clues, and then more resistant to repair.

He didn't want to admit it in his heart, but he had to admit that at present, only Lengfeng could persuade her.

Let her change her mind.

And his presence... May only make her more upset and more resistant.

Realizing this, mu Shaoqian felt bitter in his heart.

The quarrel inside faded.

They are still talking. Mu Shaoqian can't hear what they are saying.

I stood outside the door for a long time.

He turned and walked away.

In the ward, no matter what Jiang Ying said, Lengfeng just didn't listen and had to ask her to receive treatment.

His attitude is more resolute than ever.

Just give her a choice, either treatment or divorce.

He's not kidding.

The fatigue in recent days led to his haggard face, dissatisfied with his red eyes, and scarlet when he was excited.

It was like an animal's eyes staring at her with a cold light.

Inexplicably, it made her feel uneasy.

Jiang Ying has difficulties. She once thought that all the suffering would end after Hong Xueling was arrested.

Unexpectedly, her face was scratched.

What's more, God thought she was not miserable enough, so she had a tumor in her head.

Malignant.

She didn't dare to tell Lengfeng and asked the doctor to keep it secret for her. The success rate of the operation was less than 50%.

And there will be consequences of varying degrees.

If you are lucky, the sequelae is very small and hardly affects your life.

If you have bad luck, your intelligence will drop to the level of a few-year-old child, and you don't even have the ability to take care of yourself.

I don't even have the ability to take care of myself. What's the difference between being a loser and me?

If she wants to live without dignity, she would rather be free as soon as possible.

Anyway, she's been to the world. There's no regret.

But Lengfeng's attitude completely flustered her, worried that he was really angry, really wanted a divorce, really didn't want her.

Jiang Ying stretched out her hand and gently held his cold hand, "husband..."

A low voice.

With a cry.

And a trace of grievance.

I have a lot of pain in my heart, but I can't talk to him.

He's tired enough. She really doesn't want to burden him any more.

He must be very tired if he puts her on the stand, isn't he?

"I listen to you. Don't be angry."

Just about to get rid of her hand, Lengfeng turned his head when he heard her weakness. The cold light at the bottom of his eyes dispersed a little, and his voice was lighter, "have you considered it?"

"Yes." She nodded.

Hold his hand tightly.

He was afraid that as soon as he let go, he would disappear completely.

Disappear from her world.

……

In the tea room with tea fragrance.

The setting sun came in through the French window in the West.

The sky is full of rays, and most of the sky is dizzy. It is very spectacular.

Mu Shaoqian sat on the sofa with a cup of tea in his hand. He bowed his head gracefully, sniffed, opened his thin lips, and drank tea.

Sitting opposite him is Lengfeng.

Different from his elegance and dignity, Lengfeng looked tired and haggard.

Those eyes are full of vicissitudes.

"I will persuade Yingying to go to treatment, but divorce, not at present."

Hearing the speech, the man tasting tea raised his eyes slightly and seemed to hiss.

A very soft sound.

Almost inaudible.