The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

"Yueyue, are you awake?" Jiang Yuting hurried over and squatted down to look at Yang Xiaoqian.

I saw her eyes closed in pain. After saying that, there was no movement anymore.

I slept quietly again.

Have a nightmare?

Jiang Yuting looked at old man Bai foolishly and wanted him to give an explanation, but old man Bai rolled his eyes and left like this.

be gone!

This bad old man!

The old man snorted coldly. Don't think he didn't know this smelly boy scolded him silently in his heart.

Just this girl... How many secrets are there in her body?

The white old man smiled and shook his head.

That's all.

Get some medicine for the girl. Whoever calls him is destined for her.

At the moment, Yang Xiaoqian is in deep trouble.

She knew she was dreaming, but it seemed that she was one of them, and then she felt the experience of a previous life.

In her dream, Jiang Yuting saved him, but she mistook him for Jiang Yugeng. When she knew the truth, the three people were in great pain.

Later, Jiang Yugeng went abroad and never came back, and Jiang Yuting has also blocked himself and shut himself up in the laboratory all day.

As for her, she became a volunteer teacher and went to the frontier.

When he came back again, he hurried back after receiving the news that Jiang Yuting was critically ill.

At that time, they were only in their thirties, but Jiang Yuting in the hospital bed was like a 50-year-old man. He was handsome and handsome. He was so thin that Yang Xiaoqian couldn't.

For more than ten years, they have missed too much.

At the moment of seeing Yang Xiaoqian, Jiang Yuting smiled, pure as a child.

He said, "Yueyue, come back, be tortured like this again, come back and find an ordinary person to marry."

"Forget both of us."

So there will be no more pain.

"If there is an afterlife, I will firmly grasp you and never let you lose."

This is what Jiang Yuting said before he died.

"No... No." Yang Xiaoqian cried like a tearful person.

Regret it?

Regret it.

Jiang Yuting also regretted it before he died.

Otherwise, he would not be so obsessed with looking at Yang Xiaoqian.

At the door, Jiang Yugeng looked at Yang Xiaoqian, who was crying and almost fainted in the ward, retreated silently, leaned against the wall of the ward, looked at the ceiling, pulled out a cigarette and just ordered a meal. After all, did he continue to light it.

Regret it?

He also regretted it.

If there had been no misunderstanding, Yang Xiaoqian and Jiang Yuting would have lived happily together.

Just now

It's too late to say anything.

If life can start again.

"If I can do it again, I will cherish it..." Yang Xiaoqian cried.

"Ah Geng..." Lu Jingyun looked at her son painfully.

Jiang Yugeng pulled out a smile from the corner of his mouth.

Then throw the unlit cigarette into the dustbin, turn around and walk forward with big steps.

"Sorry." At the corner, a girl with red eyes and low head apologized repeatedly. Jiang Yugeng said 'it's okay' and left.

When taking the car from the underground garage, Jiang Yugeng met the girl again. This time, there was a girl standing opposite her.

"Lin wanwan, is your mother dying? If you have no money to be hospitalized, do you want to beg me? Maybe I will give you some alms."

The man named Lin wanwan was gnashing his teeth.

The girl opposite smiled proudly, "I'll wait."

With that, she drove away in her crazy red sports car.

Until he couldn't see the taillight, Lin wanwan squatted down weakly, hugged his arm tightly, bowed his head and cried silently.

"Take the money to see your mother."

A card was handed to Lin wanwan.

"Don't thank me." Jiang Yugeng laughed at himself and got on the bus.

Who told me that I had nothing but money?