Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The doctor's words seemed to be gradually blurred and came from outer space.

So, where did the medicine come from?

Dongfang Shijin crossed the doctor's face in front of him.

Good.

The devil's lips curved with a smile, cold and cold, like death striding in hell.

With bloodthirsty and murderous intention, it swept the surrounding air

The stormy sea is gloomy, depressing, dark... Suffocating and terrible

Strong anger is sweeping and rolling, but with it, it is also a towering pain.

Angry and dull, like the fierce waves, the violent blows hit his tough heart.

It seems that there are some strange feelings, like a beast that has discharged the flood, roaring, roaring and rushing out

A hole was gouged out in his heart, and he was drenched with blood.

She did it on purpose.

The doctor wanted to go on, but when he saw the man in front of him, his face was calm, and only the corners of his mouth had a cold sneer.

He shuddered with fear.

Ma Zai looks at his young master. The next moment, there will be a storm... Ma Zai knows that she can only let Miss ye seek her own blessings.

No one has ever dared to annoy the young master

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In the dark environment, there was only a surgical lamp above her head, which made her unable to open her eyes

As if she were on a speeding train, the scenes on both sides retreated rapidly.

The young man's face appeared nearby. He ran and wanted to jump on the train.

[Qingcheng, don't go.]

His face was as quiet as water, but it was burning. In the sun, his face was like a blooming rose.

So attractive

Standing there, he is the most beautiful scenery in the world.

[I won't leave you, depth of field...]

Consciousness seems to be peeling away, taking away his thoughts. He is wearing a white shirt, the wind blows up his skirt, and there is a familiar fragrance of vegetation in the air.

[Qingcheng, I won't allow you to leave me,] he said, like calling in a distant place, overbearing but gentle, [I won't allow it.]

Ye Qingcheng wanted to get up, but the pain came from his body, which was overwhelming in the tide

The light on the train suddenly became bright and dazzling. Ye Qingcheng tried to look back, but he couldn't see his figure

His figure is blurred

Vague

Ye Qingcheng wants to sit up and look out the window, but the train is speeding

Ye Qingcheng subconsciously narrowed his eyes and wanted to raise his hand to block the more dazzling light. The pain in his lower abdomen suddenly hit, and ye Qingcheng slowly opened his eyes.

No operating lights, no doctors.

There is no train, let alone the familiar figure.

Chest pain and suffocation, the familiar fragrance, but it seems so far away

How could I dream of you again... Lu Jingshen.

Hearing the sound, the man sitting next to her picked up a soaked towel and gently wiped the fine cold sweat from her forehead.

Obviously, she dreamed.

Ye Qingcheng's lips moved back and forth. Because they were dry, they had a layer of dandruff and even cracked.