The mystery husband is a little bad

Tang Jiyao's face was bloodless in an instant. He pushed Zhong Jiaqi away and ran out.

"I haven't finished..." said Zhong Jiaqi She had to hurry after Tang Jiyao.

On the way, Tang Jiyao's face was very ugly, and Zhong Jiaqi dared not speak. He spare no effort to drive. When they arrived, they ran directly to the rescue room.

Fu Zhongting was standing outside. Tang Jiyao immediately asked, "how is it?"

At this time, the doctor just opened the door and came out of the rescue room. Before Tang Jiyao could ask questions, he shook his head at them.

Fu Zhongting and Zhong Jiaqi looked at each other, only to see Tang Jiyao's body shaking violently twice. Fu Zhongting immediately reached out to hold him: "Jiyao, are you ok?"

Tang Jiyao pushed Fu Zhongting's hand away and walked inside.

When the nurse was covering the white cloth, Tang Jiyao shouted, "don't cover it!"

The nurse looked at Fu Zhongting, and after Fu Zhongting's approval, she retreated to one side. Tang Jiyao saw a quiet, pale face lying on the hospital bed. His face was pale, white and blue.

Tang Jiyao was half kneeling beside Jingyou, his body trembling.

Zhong Jiaqi stood in tears and complained to Tang Jiyao: "it's all your fault. If it wasn't for you, she wouldn't ask to join the mission, and there would be no accident. Look what it's like now. It's all your fault. It's all your fault."

"Yes, it's all my fault." Tang Jiyao half knelt there and muttered to himself, "I'm sorry, I'm all to blame. I'm sorry."

"It's no use saying sorry now. If it wasn't for you, how could she have come here? If it wasn't for you, how could she have walked on this road. When you have it, you don't have it well. Now you don't know regret until you lose it. What's the use?"

"Well, you don't have to say a word." Fu Zhongting advised on one side.

Zhong Jiaqi did not stop planning, continue to say: "now he tasted the taste of life and death, ah, you ask him regret not regret."

"Stop it. Can you go out? I want to be alone with her." Tang Jiyao repressed his grief.

Zhong Jiaqi said: "no, you personally put her on this dead end, what qualifications do you have to say such words, you go out, we don't want to see you here."

Fu Zhongting stopped Zhong Jiaqi, who was excited: "well, let's go out first and leave them alone for a while."

Finally, Zhong Jiaqi was dragged out by Fu Zhongting.

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in the cold rescue room, Tang Jiyao was in a heavy mood. He looked at the quiet pale face and covered his face and cried bitterly.

"I'm sorry, Jingyou, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. If I could choose again, I would not do it. I'm sorry."

His tears fell on his quiet face. It was cold and cold. He fell into the corner of his mouth along his face. There was still some salt.

"Not so. What are you going to do?" When Tang Jiyao was crying, he suddenly heard someone talking.

He looked up at the woman who had closed her eyes and suddenly opened them.

"You haven't said yet. If you don't, what are you going to do?" The blue and white face stared at Tang Jiyao for a moment.

I'm afraid Tang Jiyao was scared out of his wits when he changed people. After all, Tang Jiyao had seen the world. He quickly responded and asked her, "are you kidding me?"

"You haven't answered my question yet."

Tang Jiyao realized that he had been cheated. He immediately stood up and walked out. Jingyou quickly clasped his wrist: "you let me go!"

Jingyou stared at his back and said, "Tang Jiyao, if you leave now, I will not let you go!"

Outside, Fu Zhongting and Zhong Jiaqi heard the news and rushed over immediately: "what's the matter?" Seeing Jing you woke up, Zhong Jiaqi immediately asked with her eyes what was going on. They were not so rehearsal at first.

"It's because his tears come into my mouth and bring in the powder on my face..."

It's bad to think about the taste. She can't help it.

When Tang Jiyao heard this, he saw the dizzy dress on Jingyou's face, and then he was furious and walked out of her hand.

"Tang Jiyao, if you leave now, I will not let you go even if I'm a ghost!"

Tang Jiyao's steps stopped, but finally, he left.

Sitting on the bed, Jingyou suddenly burst into tears.

Zhong Jiaqi saw this, immediately pushed Fu Zhongting, and Fu Zhongting started to chase him out.

Quiet crying pear with tears, Zhong Jiaqi hurriedly comfort her: "don't cry, quiet, don't cry."

"Well, don't cry. You've spent all your makeup." Zhong Jiaqi sighed helplessly, "it's terrible, crying."

"Really? Let me see. " After Jing you took the mirror from Zhong Jiaqi's hand, she looked at it and immediately fell it on the ground. "Where's the ghost? How ugly is it?"Zhong Jiaqi also couldn't help laughing: "it's not you, how about it, whether it's tight."

"Wow -" the result was quieter and louder.

Zhongjiaqi can only hold her and make her cry.

Fu Zhongting catches up with Tang Jiyao on the grass of the hospital, but this surprise may be a little too exciting for Tang Jiyao. When Fu Zhongting catches up with him, he flings off politely, and finally they fight.

The two men were equally skilled. Seeing that Tang Jiyao was so angry, Fu Zhongting didn't resist. He punched him hard. Tang Jiyao's reason came back: "you can hide. Why don't you hide?"

"I want you to vent. Is it better now?" Fu Zhongting covered his stomach and looked at Tang Jiyao.

Tang Jiyao gasped: "do you think it's fun?"

"I didn't play. I should say Jiaqi wasn't playing either. If it wasn't for you, they wouldn't have made a mistake. Although they might have to be beaten, I have to say that you cried so hard."

Tang Jiyao immediately glared at him. He was very angry. Fu Zhongting raised his hand and surrendered: "come on, it's all like this. Don't be so serious as a woman. You see that she died. You just cry. You don't want to look for life. So maybe you have an accident. You are quiet, but you cry, and then you find a man to remarry. It's not as true as you think Serious. "

“…… Are you comforting? "

Fu Zhongting nodded: "I think it is. If I die, I will not prevent my wife from remarrying."

"You're dead. You can't stop it even if you want to."

"You're right, so don't think so much about it. Isn't it good now? Do you really have to wait for her to die in the battlefield to regret it?"

"You can't die without saying three words."