Wife wants to remarry: The poisonous young man's enchanting strategy

Then the engine of the car started and the arrow that left the string generally drove towards the hospital.

"Why isn't she awake!"

In the hospital, a roar made the whole hospital tremble.

The timid medical staff trembled and hid in the corner, covering their deafening ears, as if they had been attacked by terrorists.

The corridor was occupied by a group of people in black. When passing patients saw them, they immediately returned to their original place and hurriedly fled.

At the door of the ward, an amazing looking man is now calm. The frightening anger in his eyes can scare everyone present, but it doesn't affect his extremely beautiful face.

Several little nurses hiding behind the seats, even if trembling, were desperate to look at a man from their fingers.

I'm afraid I won't have a chance after missing this one.

It's all rubbish!

Night Mark looked at the people around him who were hiding, like a raging lion.

The bright moon has been lying ill for three days, and people are obviously thin.

Night mark stood in front of the bed and looked at the quiet sleeping face. His anger was gradually replaced by an inexplicable emptiness.

Suddenly a little afraid, she will never wake up.

Thinking of this, he could not help but frown. His eyes flashed like amber. He leaned against the □□ man's ear and shouted in a low voice,

"If you don't wake me up again, I'll make you regret it all your life!

Regardless of whether the sick person will be disturbed, the night mark coldly threatens.

The bright moon felt that she was about to be flooded by the surrounding water, and a burst of despair surged into her heart.

A cold and ghostly voice came from her ear, which shocked her all over. She wanted to open her eyes to see whose voice was so terrible, but she couldn't open her eyes.

I can't wake up at night without a trace of strength.

Who is that voice? Is it threatening her? Why is it so cold

Night mark sat by the bed and looked at the □□ man. He was very silent, and the light of unknown chill flashed in his eyes.

A young little nurse came in. When night mark heard the voice, he turned back and forgot. The little nurse was frightened by his cold eyes.

Trembling, I changed the liquid bottle on the support at the head of the bed. I don't know if I was frightened by the night mark sitting by the bed just now, or I want to see that beautiful face.

When she turned and left, because her attention was focused on the night Mark's face, she accidentally bumped into the disease □□□, and the medicine plate in her hand almost fell to the ground.