Chapter 747

Name:NO.8 Bride Author:妃子一笑
Maybe we will never have a chance to meet again, but I still want you to live, let me know, you are still good, this is enough.

So promise me not to be sad, but to live.

Maybe one day, I will come back 】

before yeshitian finished watching, he turned around and rushed out.

He runs fast, as if the end of the world is in front of him

Hospitals.

Ye Anqi's body is more and more cold, and her consciousness is more and more blurred.

She's really dying.

She felt her soul floating, slowly breaking away from her body.

"Bang -" the door of the ward was suddenly knocked open with a loud bang.

Ye Anqi vaguely sees yeshitian rushing towards her in a panic --

"Ye Anqi, you cheat me again!"

She seemed to have heard the roar of yeshitian's fury before she was completely in the dark.

*****

"poo -" a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Then there were seven clanging sounds at the same time, and all the seven crystal balls exploded.

In the dark room, the woman with long hair fell to the ground.

She was surrounded by seven broken crystal balls.

The woman slowly raised her head, her eyebrow heart has a drop of bright red mark, a pair of long and narrow Danfeng eyes, flashing the light of seductive darkness.

The door was pushed open and a tall man came in.

"Failed?" His voice was low and deep.

The woman droops slightly, "yes, failed."

"Why fail?"

"Because there are variables."

"What variable?"

*****

the light golden sunlight sprinkles into the bedroom through the floor curtains.

On the luxurious pure black bed, there is a man.

His eyelashes moved, slowly opened his eyes

In the living room downstairs, the noble and beautiful woman leans on the sofa, her elbows on the armrest, and her looks seem to be in a daze.

"Little grandma!" A maid rushed down the stairs. "Young master, wake up!"

The woman was stunned and turned her head. "What do you say?"

"The young master is awake."

The woman Mou color is tiny twinkle, "did he say what?"

"No, just where you are."

"Ask me?"

"Yes."

The woman walks upstairs in doubt. She pushes the door into the bedroom.

In the bedroom, the man was leaning against the head of the bed, wearing dark gold embroidered black pajamas.

His facial features are very deep, a long period of coma, so that he looks thin a lot, but his momentum is not reduced at all.

I saw his woman in a trance.

"How do you feel?" The woman went to ask.

"How long have I been in a coma?" Men don't answer rhetorical questions.

"Nearly a month."

He laughed. "No wonder I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Do you remember who I am?"

"Why, I don't even know my own wife?"

His eyes were the same as before. He didn't seem to know anything.

"You always have nightmares these days. You don't sleep well. What nightmares did you have?"

The man wondered, "do I have nightmares?"

"Yes."

"I don't remember."

"I thought you dreamt of something bad when you were so miserable."

"I really don't remember." Man evil charm hook lip, "pour is you, do you care about me?"

The woman chuckled, "of course I care about you. We are husband and wife anyway."

"Come here." The man waved to her.

The woman went over and sat down beside him.

He took her hand, inexplicably found that there was not much feeling.

Just when he looked up and saw her beautiful face, he was more interested.