If You Don't Love Me, Just Say It

It hurts, but it's less than one tenth of Ruan Mo's heartache.

Her husband is now so violent to her for the sake of other women. She can't help but feel sad, not to mention the most vulnerable moment when she just knew she would die soon.

Ruan Mo looks at Mo Zhan. The man in front of her is handsome and cold, which also fascinates her. Her red lips are light, and her soft voice has been infected with unconscious grievances. "Husband, what do you think I'm doing here?"

Mo Zhan's frown tightened deeper. He didn't speak, but grabbed Ruan Mo and walked out, "what's the matter? Go home and say."

Go home?

She waited for him to go home every day, but he refused. Now she wants to take her home. Now it's her unwillingness.

Ruan Mo's hand pulled hard, "I'd better say it here!"

Mo Zhan turns back, his cold eyes have been warned, but Ruan Mo ignores the smile and looks at Guan meiyang, "because what I want to say is related to miss Guan."

At the sound, Mo Zhan and Guan meiyang look at each other at the same time, while Ruan Mo has walked to the sofa beside the hospital bed and sat down. She pinches Guan meiyang's bedside card, looks at the words on it, and reads softly: "uremia!"

Guan meiyang's face was ugly, and Mo Zhan also said, "Ruan Mo"

In Mo Zhan's view, Ruan Mo's move is deliberately stimulating Guan meiyang.

Ruan Mo looked up at the two people in front of him and smiled: "what are you doing so nervous? Isn't it uremia? It's no big deal. It's much better than cancer."

Ruan Mo's words are made by feeling, because uremia can be dialyzed, kidneys can be changed, and in short, he can still live.

But what about her? She was sentenced to death directly, and it was an immediate execution because she had only three months left.

When saying this, Ruan Mo only felt a sudden heat under his body, which should be bleeding again.

"Ruan Mo!" Mo Zhan called her again, and the low voice showed the impatience of his patience.

"Husband, I'm telling the truth," said Ruan mo. he stood up, walked to Mo Zhan, reached out and pinched a woman's long hair on his shoulder. It was Guan meiyang's straight black hair, and she had long brown hair.

"The matching results between Miss Guan and me came out," Ruan Mo said, wrapping his hair around his fingertips and holding it up to Mo Zhan.

"You" Mo Zhan held her wrist again.

Without giving him a chance to speak, Ruan Mo said, "the matching is very successful, so as long as I like, Miss Guan can live well."

Ruan Mo saw that Mo Zhan's eyes suddenly tightened, and even Guan meiyang widened his eyes in shock.

Looking at their reaction, Ruan Mo smiled gently and put his hand around Mo Zhan's neck, "husband, do you think I'm a good wife of the century?"

Mo Zhan didn't speak. A pair of dark eyes stared at her, as if to see her mind.

"No, I don't!" At this time, Guan meiyang wondered if she couldn't stand Ruan Mo's intimacy with Mo Zhan in front of her, and immediately shook her head and refused.

Ruan Mo squeezed his eyes at her, "don't refuse so early. I mean, if you are willing to give it to you, you can be saved."

Guan meiyang had a bad face because of illness. Now he is more and more ugly, but Ruan Mo hates him and can't say a word.

"What on earth do you want to play?" Ruan Mo's hand around Mo Zhan's neck was fiercely pulled down by him, and his face was as heavy as a storm. "Ruan Mo, I warn you, I won't let you hurt meiyang."

"Who said I was going to hurt her?" Ruan Mo endured the pain in his chest, took out the matching success checklist from his bag and held it in front of Mo Zhan, "I want to save her, let her live well, and then let your lovers get married."