Seven nights spoiled marriage: mysterious husband bully body

"I've told you that there are many explosives sold around. If you don't agree to my request..." Mingrui shakes the lighter in his hand and gives a gloomy smile, "you will be dead."

Huo tingshen leaned against the car door, put his finger on the roof and knocked: "don't you find that from the beginning until now, everything is out of your control. Why do you think this explosive will be obedient?"

"You..." Mingrui's face suddenly changed, and he stepped back two steps in disbelief, "impossible! It's impossible

But Zhou an is quiet, the person that he brings has no shadow, when does this begin? Did he get rid of him when his eyelids were down?

What about Lin Shoucheng? And Lin Shoucheng!

"There's no need to change. He's too busy for himself now." Huo Ting cold channel, waving, someone came forward to the sharp besieged in the middle, "the game is over."

Mingrui deliberately laid a big net, but in the end, it was scribbled.

"Want to catch me?" Bright sharp smile ferocious, "don't you want the secret medicine that wood family loses?"

Huo Ting deeply narrowed his eyes: "green is better than blue. What do you think mingyuequn is better than you?"

He is absolutely excellent in investigation, judgment and analysis.

So he has been around Mingrui for such a long time, how can he not get anything.

"He stayed with me on purpose!" A wise man knows later.

Huo tingshen has no patience with him to continue to consume, waving, two subordinates came forward, one left and one right clamped his arm, the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

The night was still silent, and the insects were still singing, as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Huo, the first lady is sleeping in the car." Bell ran over and pointed to the RV that was not far away.

In the toilet of the Grand Theater, she was knocked unconscious on purpose. When she came to this place, she was ready to help Huo tingshen at a critical moment. Later, mingjingyi knocked an unconscious and gave her the person.

"Let's go home." Huo tingshen sat on one side, his fingers gently brushed his little wife's cheek, "it's all over."

In the hospital, Ming Yuequn was waiting anxiously at the door of the operating room. His back was straight and his eyes were looking at the indicator light of the operating room. The air pressure around him was frightening. The little nurse hurried past with a tray.

"Plasma!" The door of the operating room opened, and the nurse's face turned pale and yelled, "I want type O blood!"

Ming Yuequn's body was shocked and said in a deep voice: "beat me!"

Blood with body temperature slowly flows from one person's body to another person's body. Since then, life has fused with each other.

After a whole night's rescue, the doctor nearly collapsed and finally pulled mingjingyi back from the death line.

"When will she wake up?" Ming Yuequn followed the nurse into the VIP ward and stood quietly to see Ming Jingyi's pale face.

She has always been lively, stubborn and persistent, never like now so quietly lying there, weak as if at any time will be blown away by the wind doll.

"If there's no accident, I'll wake up in the afternoon." The nurse looked at mingyuequn, his face is not much better than mingjingyi, "you can rest on the bedside."

Ming Yuequn can only see mingjingyi in his eyes and turns a deaf ear to the nurse's words.

He took one of her hands and gently rubbed it. He slowly put his cheek on the back of her hand. The cool feeling of his fingertips spread all over her body along the skin.

At the moment when she fell into his arms, his mind was blank at first, and then he had only one idea. If she died, what would he do?

For more than ten years, he has been used to her existence in his life. Even if he doesn't meet her, he will feel at ease as long as he knows that she lives well somewhere in the world.

"I'm sorry..." Ming Yuequn whispered. The mask that he wore on his face all the year round slowly cracked, revealing his true temperament. "Jingyi, we'll be fine in the future."

The sun shines through the gap of the curtain and falls on Ming Yuequn's face. His long eyebrows are like tired butterfly wings, resting quietly on his eyelids.

Light halo along the outline of the face depicts a layer of gold edge, beautiful like the Greek story of Apollo Sun God, unprepared hit the heart of the softest place.

Mingjingyi opened her eyes and saw such a scene. She looked at it quietly and felt it was very unreal. She closed her eyes and opened them again. The people in front of her were still there.

She slightly raised her finger to touch his hair, but then it moved, and Ming Yuequn woke up. He was surprised to see the man on the bed: "you wake up!"

Mingjingyi "well" a, think of last night's things, heart faint a sigh, mouth found voice hoarse, with sick fatigue: "go back to rest, here are doctors and nurses."

She saved him, so it's enough for him to guard her all night.

"Hungry or not?" Ming Yuequn got up, first explored Tan an's forehead, and said with a smile, "no fever, then close your eyes and rest for a while, I'll go to buy rice."

Mingjingyi frowned, stretched out her hand to hold his arm, involving the chest injury. She took a breath of cold air in pain, and her delicate brows were tightly wrinkled together.

"Don't move!" Mingyuequn was startled. He quickly held her and frowned, "you lie down first, I'll call the doctor."

Mingjingyi Lengleng looking at mingyuequn, already don't remember how many years have not seen him like this.

A long time ago, she and he were only teenagers. She would cause all kinds of troubles for him to deal with. She liked to watch the teenagers scold and take her helpless expression.

The warm wind blows on my face, one is making trouble, the other is laughing.

Those distant and clear memories are like the buds breaking through the earth, passing through the snowy winter, penetrating the earth, and growing into a luxuriant and swaggering tree in an unexpected attitude.

"Yesterday, even if it wasn't you, I would..." mingjingyi let go of the finger pulling his sleeve, pause, pursed his lips and said slowly, "you don't have to have psychological burden."

She has her own pride and self-esteem. Even if she can't love her, she will never accept charity and pity, especially mingyuequn.

Ming Yuequn frowned slightly: "don't make trouble."

Mingjingyi closed her eyes and breathed out a breath. Yes, in his eyes, she is always mischievous. He must be very tired of it.

"Now that you are married, you should treat her well." Mingjingyi light way, heart hot pain, don't know is gunshot wound or heartbreak, she felt breathing with blood, "ChuChu... Pretty good."

Mingyuequn frowned and looked at mingjingyi. He wanted to explain. But seeing her tired face, he said slowly, "you can take care of yourself. I'll deal with other things."

Mingjingyi eyes quickly dim, but she cover up well, mingyuequn only see the sun tracing her eyelashes, soft people distressed.

"When I get back." Ming Yuequn helped her tuck in the quilt.

When he turned to leave, mingjingyi's smile disappeared without a trace. She tilted her head to look at the sunshine outside, white eyes shaking, tears dripping down the corner of her mouth, bitter.

She thought she would die, but she didn't.

There is a saying that Ming Yuequn is right. She wants him to remember her and think about her all his life.

When she came all the way from Zurich to China, she naturally found that Mingrui was abnormal. She was so smart and loved him that she could see through his plan at a glance, so she knocked Ann out.

In fact, what she thought was simple. She could die, but he couldn't.

Ming Yuequn left the hospital, first called Huo tingshen: "wait for me to deal with it."

Mingrui, the man who should be called father, could not believe that the man who was once a magnanimous hero in his heart was so cunning and small hearted if the evidence was not conclusive.

"Good." Huo tingshen hung up the phone and looked at his little wife standing at the window. He went to take people into his arms, but was pushed away, "little?"

"Huo tingshen, do you know that they will attack dad?" Ann's eyes are black and bright, as if she can see people through. She stares at Huo tingshen, her eyes are urgent, "that's my most important relative, how can you do it!"

She woke up in her big bed at home, and hortensen told her it was all over.

"You know they're going to attack dad, but they didn't remind me at all!" An Qi is urgent, the eyes are burning to stare at Huo tingshen, the mood is incomparably complex.

On the one hand, she hopes to confirm her conjecture, on the other hand, she hopes that Huo tingshen will quickly find evidence to refute her, even if it is a lie.

"It was my negligence." Huo tingshen pacifies her mood, "you first calm down, OK?"

Ann forced open Huo tingshen's finger, angry: "negligence? You mean negligence? Dad's still in the hospital. He's dying! "

Through the thick glass, she saw her father lying there quietly, with so many tubes inserted into her body, her heart was like being cut by a knife.

"Good, good, I'm not good." "I've arranged for the best doctor," he said

Ann looked plaintively and murmured: "the doctor said it's very dangerous, very dangerous..."

An Zhen is not in good health. Over the years, he has been taking medicine for a long time, and his organs have been damaged to varying degrees. In addition to this poisoning incident, his body is even weaker.

Thinking that her father might leave her, Ann was so flustered that she pulled her hair with both hands: "I'm not good! It's all my fault

She shouldn't know Huo tingshen, and she shouldn't involve her father in this kind of right and wrong for no reason. If her father has a problem, she can't forgive herself, she can't.

"Small!" Huo tingshen's face was livid. He grabbed her hands and held her tightly in his arms. His chin gently rubbed her head. "Calm down, calm down first."

Little wife's mood is not right, must let Chen Lan come to do a check for her.

In the afternoon, Chen Lan took a look at the sleeping ANN in the room, quietly closed the door and frowned at huoting, "prenatal depression."

"Depression?" Horting frowned deeply. "Is it serious?"

Chen Lan was silent for a moment, nodded, looked at Huo tingshen and said: "Uncle an seems not very good."