The strength on Ling Yan's wrist seems to crush her bones.
"You let me go." She was one step away from the city.
Qiao yunmo's face was so heavy: "as long as you are my Qiao yunmo's wife, you don't want to leave casually."
As early as someone used her ID card to register flight information, he received the news.
This woman, even dare to do small moves behind his back, even want to leave without saying hello.
He will never allow it!
"I thought you had the heart to be a thief, but you didn't dare to come to the airport." People within 10 meters can clearly sense his anger.
Ling Yan's flight has been boarding, she tried her best to break free.
"Qiao yunmo, in the past, let me go."
Her kidney was given to Wen Lunan, her flesh and blood were gone, even her father, she did not keep, the city, for her, only pain.
"Let you go?" Qiao yunmo suddenly pulls Ling Yan into his arms.
His Falcon like eyes firmly locked Ling Yan's eyes: "when does this game start, when does it end, and how does it end? Never, only I say it!"
Across the clear glass of the airport hall, a plane rose higher and higher, flew farther and farther, and finally became a small black spot in the sky.
Also with Lingyan heart only flame, disappeared.
Lingyan was Qiao yunmo forced back to the villa the next morning, the ambulance came to take her coma.
When I wake up, Qiao yunmo is on the side.
"If you dare to seek death again, I will tie up your hands and feet, and you will be a living dead man!"
Ling Yan calmly watched the man lose his temper, until he left the door, she did not say a word, no sad no happy puppet general.
On the bed, she held her knees and stared at the white gauze on her wrist.
She cut her wrist last night.
"Why is it all right?" Her lips were dry and white because of the loss of blood.
Mingming had rowed so deep, but he was saved.
Perhaps, her life is really cheap.
Someone pushed the door in a hurry, but Ling Yan was indifferent.
"Ling Yan." Jinghao came running, panting.
When Qiao yunmo pulls Ling Yan away, before he leaves, he naturally knows that Ling Yan's plan to escape from foreign countries has been ruined.
He immediately thought of the key to the lost wind, secretly determined that if Lingyan came to him again next time, he would arrange everything more thoroughly.
Who knows, it's just one night. Early in the morning, someone told her that Ling Yan cut his wrist and committed suicide and went to the hospital.
"How can you not cherish yourself so much?" He couldn't help but scold.
Lingyan didn't have any expression fluctuation, just looked at it lightly.
"I only have this life left. If I can't do anything, what's the point of keeping this life? It's just a waste of air."
In this world, there is no one who cares about her, no one who cares about her.
If it wasn't for his father's last wish, he was worried about his baby daughter to live a good life. She would have gone with her father and the baby she had never met.
"Who says it doesn't make sense?"
Yanling looked at the lock.
"What if I told you that it's not only wasteful but also meaningful for you to continue to live?"