Chapter 112： Suddenly, I am worried about him.

The pastoral footsteps, the peach eye suddenly burst out of a cold light.

Deaf people?

Song Wu worry is a curse?

"She is already in hospital, why not go see?" Song Yuyue's voice.

"You said, will she die?" Song Yumei sighed with joy.

"No, isn't she said yesterday, her injury is not serious."

"Oh..." Song Yumei was somewhat disappointed: "It's a pity that you can't die like this."

"Song Yongmei, words can not be said indiscriminately!" Song Yiyue blamed the voice, although Song Yuyue also hopes that Song Wuxi died, but here is the home of the pastoral, if heard by the pastoral, their elegant image in Gu Shaoxin's eyes will destroyed.

"I didn't say anything, I originally hoped that Song would die without worry, so that who would dare to take care of you."

"Okay, don't say it, help me put the chicken in the pot, the soup is good, send it to Song Wuyou."

"Big sister, why do you want to drink soup for the monk?" Song Wuxi is very dissatisfied.

Mugu sneered, and his mouth shut up is a curse. Song has no such sister, it is unlucky.

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Song Wuyi opened his eyes, and the eye was the white ceiling of the ward.

At the nose, there is cold disinfectant water passing by.

Smell the smell, there is a faint, fragrant tobacco flavor.

This taste is familiar.

Song Wu worry slightly over the head, looking at the man sitting in the chair.

The man placed one elbow on the back of the chair and supported the whole body.

The back of the hand gently held down and fell asleep.

Song Wuxi looked at him. In his dream, he dreamed of the oriental mystery.

Now, in a blink of an eye, he saw that he had the same handsome face as Dongfang Xuan.

However, he lacks the innate arrogance of the Oriental Xuan Na, but it is as noble and cold.

Oriental Xuan is on the battlefield like a cheetah.

And this man is in the mall, it is even more heart-wrenching.

Song Wushou looked at Gu Yu’s face intently.

Exquisite and resolute, like a perfect piece of art carved out.

The bangs on the forehead drooped, adding a bit of softness to him.

Thin lips, very sexual ~ sense.

Eyelashes are long and long, and they look good.

Is that you?

Song Wu worry eyes filled with sorrow, but also a trace of water mist.

Her mind is awkward.

When dreaming in a coma, it is a dream, or the soul returns to the past life.

She saw Dongfang Xuan on the battlefield and was killed...

Song Wuxi looked at Gu Yu sadly and sadly. Is he the reincarnation of Dongfang Xuan?

If not, why do the two people look so similar?

I thought about Dong Xuan’s heart because of the battle, and Song’s worry-free heart was as painful as acupuncture.

She suddenly wanted to know how his Jiangshan was after her death?

There are no enemy invasions, is there any war?

Suddenly, I am worried about his past life...

But when he thought of his appearance in the cold palace with the empress, Song’s worry-free heart was cold.

He looks at her eyes, so cold, so cold -

He said she was damned.

He treats himself like this, and he is still worried about what he does?

"Cough..."

Song worries throat, some hoarse, she coughed twice uncomfortably.

Her coughing sound awakened Gu Yu.

Gu Yu slammed his eyes open, and his deep eyes were carrying a few bloodshot eyes.

"Are you awake?" He sat up straight.

"Yeah." Song Wuyi sighed and moved. When he wanted to sit up, he found that Gu Yu’s other hand had been holding his hand.