Chapter 1905

Beiyue dance raised her eyes and looked at him with bright eyes, "how can you think of sending me roses?"

Murong Jiancheng looked at her. She was such a free and easy woman. Now she was holding his rose in her hand and was like a little girl.

"Collect roses for the first time?" He asked slightly surprised, "no one has sent you before?"

Bei Yue danced happily and whispered, "yes, many men gave me roses, but I let people throw them in the trash can. I just thought... Just wait... You send me ~"

She asked for the roses from him.

Murong Jiancheng's eyes were slowly covered with a layer of fog. He asked himself that he had never been ashamed of anyone in his life, but he owed her.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Bei Yue danced and lowered her eyes, smelling the roses in her hand. The delicate flowers just bloomed and sent out a faint fragrance.

It is said that the flower language of roses is --- I love you.

Beiyue dance didn't look up, but asked in a low voice, "Murong Jiancheng, you will send me flowers. Did you forget something to say to me?"

She warned.

Murong Jiancheng raised his thin lips, "No."

He has nothing to say to her.

Bei YUEWU quickly looked up, and a soft and beautiful face brushed cold. She angrily threw the roses in her hand on him, "I don't want the roses, give them back to you!"

She turned and left.

Murong Jiancheng stretched out his palm, clasped her arm and pulled her into his arms.

"Murong Jiancheng, let me go. People don't talk in secret. I'm angry and can't coax well!"

Bei YUEWU hammered him hard and snorted angrily.

Bei YUEWU didn't know, but everyone at the scene saw it. Just now Murong Jiancheng rushed over and Yuan Ming's dart hit Murong Jiancheng's chest.

A large amount of blood gushed out and dyed the shirt behind Murong Jiancheng red.

For so long, Murong Jiancheng's tall and straight body shook slightly when Bei Yue danced and struggled.

Murong Jiancheng tightened his healthy arm and held Bei Yue dance in his arms. "Don't move, I'll talk to you."

"I don't want to hear anything to say." Bei Yue danced up.

Murong Jiancheng quickly stretched out his palm, pressed her head and pressed her in his arms. He was very pale now. He didn't want her to see him like this.

"Yue dance, I only know now that you mind the existence of Oriental Wanqing. It's all because I didn't tell you before that I don't like her anymore. I don't like her after meeting you."

"In the past, I had an engagement with Dongfang Wanqing. I had no other thoughts. I wholeheartedly regarded her as my wife. Later, she threw herself into Yuan Ming's arms. I was sad and depressed for some time, and I thought it was like."

"However, when you came, you suddenly appeared in my life. Unconsciously, my eyes are full of you. Where you are, my eyes will follow where you are. Later, you left me. On that day, I chased you day and night and watched your figure disappear in the yellow sand. I feel... The pain of cone heart etching."

"No woman has ever let me hurt like that. When Dongfang Wanqing betrayed me, I only felt sad, so I understood that YUEWU, I fell in love with you."

Bei Yue's dance was shocked. What did he say?

He said... He loved her?

Bei YUEWU quickly reached out and hugged him. Her eyes became red. Why didn't she say it earlier?

If he had said earlier, she wouldn't have left.

Then she and he will end differently.

Without these 26 years of separation, she and he still have the most beautiful youth.

"Yue dance," Murong Jiancheng lowered his eyes and kissed her hair, "you didn't marry me. If I don't nod, you can't marry at all."

"The first Emperor didn't agree with me to marry you, and I had a quarrel with him. Twenty six years ago, I told the first emperor that in this life, I will only marry you, but you won't."

"If you like to listen, I will say a hundred and a thousand words to you every day... I love you..."

Bei Yue danced with tears in her eyes. She really didn't expect this wood to work so hard to make her cry.

Old husband and wife, she hasn't blamed him for years.

"Husband, you can't lie to you. You have to tell me you love me every day in the future."

"Yes."

Bei YUEWU hugged him happily. At this time, her hand touched his back and touched the moisture of one hand.

What's the matter with him?

Beiyue dance a stiff, slowly raised his eyes.

She saw Murong Jiancheng. His handsome face was white and his face was full of cold sweat.

As soon as her tender pupil shrinks, she is in a trance. She looks sideways. There are people around her. Everyone is looking at her.

She saw many people with tears in their eyes.

Beiyue dance was puzzled. What were they doing?

Lu Yeming was there, and Jun Xiqing was there, too. Jun Xiqing looked at her, took two steps forward and sobbed at her, "aunt..."

Beiyue dance was so frightened that she took several steps back.

At this time, Murong Jiancheng in front of him shook twice, and his tall and straight body fell down with a crash.

Bei Yue danced with cold hands and feet. She didn't know what had happened. She stared at Murong Jiancheng on the ground.

Murong Jiancheng is also looking at her, admiring and nostalgic.

The happiest time of his life was the three months of his wedding. In the cold palace city, she suddenly gave him a warm home.

It is the proudest thing he has ever done in his life to make a generation of demon girl Bei Yue dance fall in love with him and follow him.

All the memories of Murong Jiancheng go back to twenty-six years ago. She danced in the palm of a Jiao's room. He and Yuan Ming were guests. Her bustling dance appeared in his dreams for many years?

Murong Jiancheng slowly closed his eyes.

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In the hospital.

The red light in the operating room lit up, and the miracle doctor Sikong rushed over again to operate on Murong Jiancheng.

Jun Xiqing sat on the cold bench in the corridor and held Bei Yue dance beside her.

Beiyue dance is cold.

"Aunt, you must hold on for your uncle."

Bei YUEWU held Jun Xiqing's hand, "Qing Qing, don't comfort me. I've been with Jiancheng husband and wife for so many years. Now he's inside and he hasn't given up. How can I fall?"

Jun Xiqing suddenly got her eyes wet. She nodded hard, "en."

The operation lasted a long few hours. At night, Murong Jiancheng was pushed out. Sikong Heng's face coagulated. "The patient's operation has been successful, but now he is in a coma and has not passed the dangerous period. Moreover, the patient's late myocardial infarction is even worse, which is very not optimistic."

Si kongheng is not optimistic. That's really not optimistic.

Bei Yue danced, his legs softened and murmured, "myocardial infarction... Late stage?"

Sikong Heng nodded, "yes, didn't the patient tell you?"

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PS: honey, the 8000 update is over. Murong's father is the end here. Write back to Mr. Lu tomorrow and continue to ask for tickets. I love you!