Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Don't make a sound here, and don't touch any instruments here..."

"Pay attention to the time, 5 minutes, no more..."

"If the second young master has any abnormality, you can press the nearby call for help..."

The doctors gave very detailed instructions.

Ye Qingcheng just listened vaguely, because at the moment, all her eyes fell on the face of Dongfang Shijin. It was only one side, but she still couldn't help crying

She finally got so close to the Oriental world brocade

When the doctors had finished their advice, they went out, and the sound of the door being closed was faint.

Ye I Qingcheng slowly operated the wheelchair. The tire rubbed the floor and made a faint sound.

"Tick -"

"Tick -"

"Tick -"

In the air, the sound of the instrument and the sound of the potion are staggered, clear and abnormal.

Ye Qingcheng parked his wheelchair beside the bed of Dongfang Shijin, only a few centimeters away from him.

Ye Qingcheng's tears rolled down so suddenly, as if they were the flood that had discharged the gate. How can they not stop

But she didn't dare to cry too loudly. She tried her best to hold back her voice and sobbed silently. Her shoulder was twitching. She raised her hand and covered her mouth tightly, and tears kept falling.

It fell on his clean white sheet and was quickly absorbed, leaving only a small circle of faint traces.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes are in pain. She doesn't dare to cry too long. She's afraid that time will pass

There's only five minutes between them.

Ye Qingcheng choked hard. She slowly put down her hand covering her mouth. A circle of gauze was wrapped around the forehead of Dongfang Shijin. There was bright blood on it, which penetrated the gauze.

There were even scratches on his handsome cheek.

Ye Qingcheng's heart was aching. She slowly stretched out her hand, carefully pulled the quilt up for him, and her hand fell on his palm.

His hands were warm, dry and without any strength.

She carefully took his hand, and her heart was hurting

"Fool Dongfang Shijin... You must be the stupidest and stupidest man I've ever seen," Ye Qingcheng carefully held his hand in a dumb voice. She whispered for fear of disturbing him

"Why do you choose this way to hurt yourself... You know, I cherish my life so much that I don't want to die." Ye Qingcheng deliberately wants to adjust the atmosphere so that it's not so sad. Inexplicably, she remembered that when she got along with Dongfang Shijin before, she always wanted to escape. Dongfang Shijin caught her all over the world

"Dongfang Shijin, what I want more is that we live and realize the future we once said... Not die here with you," Ye Qingcheng's shoulder shook, and she controlled her tears, "You know... As long as you tell me you love me, I think... I can wait for you to realize it a little bit, even... Even if you marry Mu Enron, as long as you have me in your heart and you are willing to give me a home in the future... I'm fine. I just want to be with you, but I want you to be good... Fool..."

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The hand of Dongfang Shijin is weak.

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