Her appearance made him heartbroken.

He seemed to be able to feel his heart shattering little by little.

A angular face gradually covered with a thick layer of gloom.

Tears were flowing in the bottomless black eyes.

He red eyes, approached her again, stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms.

Her hand gently stroked her hair, her chin against the top of her hair, and she moved her lips: "I'm sorry, I did this, just because I'm afraid you can't accept it if you know and you can't accept it. I want to find an opportunity to tell you slowly. The doctor said that we still have 50% chances. Don't worry, even if you search for famous doctors all over the world and spend all your money, I will cure you."

Lips kissed her hair gently.

The voice was extremely hoarse.

Warm tears slid across his angular face and fell on the top of her hair.

"Scammer! You liar! Liar!" she sobbed.

His hand hit his chest hard, making a dull sound like a drumbeat.

Tears soaked his dark coat...

He let her beat her, and no matter how painful it hurts, he still doesn't move at all.

In her ears, her heartbreaking whispers and sobs were like sharp knives, deeply penetrated into his broken heart.

Tired, she collapsed into his arms weakly, but her hands were still holding his coat tightly and said, "Go and help me kill Sun Xiaoran? Kill her, okay? I beg you!"

"Woman... I'm sorry, I can promise you anything except this." He increased the strength of his arm, hugged her in hard, his cheeks kept rubbing against her hair, and said helplessly.

Looking at her in pain, he also wanted to kill that woman.

But he can't, he can't.

That woman was the only one who could remove the poison from her body.

If Sun Xiaoran dies, then she will be helpless.

"I don't want anything! I want her to die! I hate her! I hate you too! Don't you love me? Why can't you help me kill her! Why!" She shouted heart-wrenchingly, her slender nails embedded deeply into his beautifully lined neck.

He took a long breath, then slowly exhaled, allowing her to grab his neck one by one.

At this moment, he is not the king standing on the top of the world.

At this moment, he was just an ordinary man who felt sorry for his woman.

"Be good, you can't hate me, and I don't want you to hate me. Believe me, I will definitely find someone to cure you." He softened his body, and he collapsed on the ground, hugging her tightly, and said.

"I hate her! I hate her so much!" The movement of grasping his neck slowly stopped, and his blood-carried hand slowly slid to his side and clenched into a fist.

A strong hatred swept over like a wave, almost swallowing her entire body.

She felt so depressed that she was almost breathless.

Every cell in the body is in pain.

Tired of crying, she slowly closed her heavy eyelids, took a deep breath, and said, "Because she is your wife, because she is pregnant with your child, you can't treat her casually like Qiao Moli and Chen Bihua, right?"

"..." He said nothing, he wanted to tell her that no, no.

"Ha...ha...ha...I knew it was like this, I knew it!" She slowly closed her heavy eyelids, smiled bitterly, and stopped talking.

He kissed her hair again, stretched out his hand, wiped away the tears from his face, bent down and carried her onto the bed, which was as soft as if she had been removed from her muscles and bones.

She lay on her back in despair, staring at the plain white ceiling above her head.

Tears flowed out little by little along the corners of their eyes, wetting the snow-white pillowcase.

"Tomorrow, I will take you to the United States. If the United States doesn't work, we will go to other countries. Believe me, I won't let you be paralyzed all the time." He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her with his eyebrows locked.

"..." She was silent and didn't even look at him.

"Click..." The sound of the door opening cut through the heavy sadness of a room.

At the door, Ning Meng, who was wearing a red backpack and a thick white down jacket, looked at the scene in front of her blankly, and her clear eyes were filled with tears.

She bit her pale lips hard and slowly walked to Qiao Weiwei. She stretched out her hand and wiped the tears on Qiao Weiwei's face. Looking at Liang Bo, who was covered with bloodstains on her neck, she said, "Master Bo, Sister Weiwei knows everything, right?"

Liang Bo didn't say anything, his eyes were full of sorrow.

"Sister Weiwei, don't you cry, okay? Didn't you say that, there is still a 50% chance."

Qiao Weiwei didn't say anything, nor did she look at Ning Meng, but just stared at the ceiling, silently, as if she was dull.

Ning Meng touched her hair helplessly, looked at Liang Bo, and then looked at Qiao Weiwei, who was really at a loss.

"You go and go with your little wife. Ning Meng is here to accompany me!" After a long time, Qiao Weiwei moved her lips weakly, and her blood-stained hands clutching the bed sheets tightly, and said.

"woman……"

"I told you to leave, have you heard it?" Qiao Weiwei turned her face away, her voice almost about torn apart.

"Okay...I'll go." He took a deep breath again, opened his eyes hard, and then turned his head to look at Ning Meng and said, "Take good care of her."

After saying that, he turned around and left, and gently brought the door.

"Whatever I love me, what I am the only one, is fart! At the critical moment, I am still looking at Sun Xiaoran!" After hearing the sound of closing the door, Qiao Weiwei moved her lips weakly again and said.

At this moment, her voice had already reached the extreme hoarseness.

"Sister Weiwei, can I sing a song for you?" Ning Meng slowly sat next to Qiao Weiwei's bed, reached out again, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said.

"Crack..." Before Qiao Weiwei could speak, the door was opened again.

"I told you to leave, you didn't listen..." Qiao Weiwei shouted. When her eyes touched the figures of Liang Yi and Zhou Chuyu at the door, several other words that had not been finished were swallowed back into her stomach.

"Sister Chu Yu. Master Yi." Ning Meng immediately slid off the bed when she saw the two of them and greeted her obediently.

Zhou Chuyu and Liang Yi nodded together, and then set their eyes on Qiao Weiwei's face.

"I just came up and happened to meet Mr. Bo. He looked very uncomfortable. Are you quarreling? Did you scratch the blood marks on his neck?" Zhou Chuyu flicked the snowflakes stained on his red down jacket, walked to Qiao Weiwei, looked at her blood-stained hands, and then sat down.

The coolness followed closely and sat on the sofa beside the bed, still wearing a warm body.

Looking at Qiao Weiwei like this, her narrow eyes gradually dimmed.

With Zhou Chuyu's support, Qiao Weiwei sat up with difficulty, then moved her body, grabbed Liang Yi's hand and shook it: "Liang Yi, go and kill Sun Xiaoran, okay? OK?"

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Chapter completed!