Chapter 3667

Bo Yeyuan swam with the spirit of death all over his body, like the incarnation of the God of death. The next second he would take his soul away with a sickle.

"Who appointed you to deliver it?" Hoarse voice from hell

The two servants shriveled: "it was the young grandmother who told us to bring it."

"Lying..." Bo Yeyuan slightly bent down and held a servant's collar, but his fingers seemed to have no strength. His body was like a mountain shaking and was about to fall.

Reke helped his body and comforted him: "I don't think Miss Li can be so heartless. This flower should not be sent by her."

He said something wrong last night, which almost caused the young master to return to his hometown. He carefully weighed the wording.

"It was really ordered by the young grandmother, and her signature was still on the wreath..." The servant was beaten to be afraid and said with a sad face.

Bo Fei Er looked at the wreath with a surprise: "there is her signature!"

Bo Yeyuan's body shakes, low A muffled cough.

Bo fei'er took off the signature note and came over. On the note was the words of the death of the mourner, which was printed out. At the signature, Li Qiyu's handwriting was written.

Bo Yeyuan held the note, his lips pressed into a line and trembled. His pale face gradually turned blue. Hard to bend down to pick up the dirty bunch of flowers on the ground, surrounded by stars and white daisies

She thought he was dead and didn't look at him. She really won't come, never will.

The more she thought about it, the more angry she was, waving her crutches and knocking over a few wreaths, she told people to throw the unlucky thing out of the hospital immediately.

Bo Yeyuan, holding a large number of chrysanthemums, turned around with difficulty. A wreath of flowers was indispensable, and all of them were sent to the intensive care unit. All the people present turned pale.

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The wreath was so permeable that Rick looked for some bottles: "young master, I'll take all the flowers down for you and put them in the bottle to keep them."

Bo Yeyuan was lying in bed, his handsome face covered with the air of death. He was cold and terrible: "no one should move..."

"Can you live longer with water?"

This reason convinced the young master. Rick asked the servants to carefully remove the wreaths. There were not a few wreaths, and they were placed in five large bottles on the windowsill.

It seems that Li Qiyu is sitting on the window sill in a long white dress, picking up the red nightmare's lips and smiling, touching his bulging abdomen with a smile: "I'm the child of beitangfeng, I'm going to marry him soon 】

he didn't want to see anyone. The doctor infused him with liquid again, and everyone was expelled.

At night, the whole hospital was dead silent.

Only the nurse changed the potion for Bo Yeyuan every two hours. Rick went to check the situation every half an hour to keep the young master quiet.

The nurse carried the tray down the corridor and the guard opened the door for her.

Li Qiyu walked into the ward and could smell a heavy smell of liquid medicine through his mask

Bo Yeyuan was lying on the hospital bed with one hand bent stiffly, holding a large number of white chrysanthemums.

Her heart was entangled in vines, every step was covered by thorns. The short distance consumed her courage. Goodbye to him was like an afterlife.

Bo Yeyuan was extremely haggard, pale face handsome and thin. When she met again a year later, she didn't look at him carefully and found that he was really much thinner.

Bo Yeyuan, why do I have to care about your life and death?

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