An Ge was dealing with Yuan Yuan, Yuan Yuan's eyes were vicious, and An Ge was a little unable to deal with it.

Suddenly, An Qi grabbed An Ge's arm, the whole person kept trembling, and his body unconsciously leaned towards An Ge, as if he was trying his best to hide something.

An Ge also guessed when she looked at her, she was afraid that she had seen something dirty.

Angel felt that she might be dazzled, what was that, he, he was actually floating, his eyes were bulging, was that, ghost?

Yuan Yuan also noticed the abnormality of the person next to "Anqi", and looked at her, but Anqi, who was in fear, didn't have time to pay attention to Yuan Yuan's gaze, and her worldview was about to be subverted.

An Ge looked at Yuan Yuan's curious gaze, snorted awkwardly, shirking that he had something to do, and finally pulled An Qi away.

Seeing Yuan Yuan's figure getting farther and farther away, An Ge breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, the phone rang again, and An Ge looked at Anqi's unyielding appearance, and picked up the phone resignedly.

"Angel! you ............"

An Ge frowned, it's that agent again, is this, is this person a horn in his last life?

"I'm not going!" An Ge hung up the phone after speaking.

The person on the other end of the phone was about to explode, she actually dared to hang up her phone, did she still think she was the popular little flower girl at the beginning?

After An Ge hung up the phone, he didn't wait for her to call back, and turned off her mobile phone directly, she was also mentally retarded, and she really came out, did she lack that bit of liquidated damages?

Angel saw something dirty, and now her mood is very unstable, and the most important thing now is to take Angel back quickly and let her calm down.

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After Ling Zhixuan hung up the phone, he felt uneasy, Yi Ziheng's current state was really abnormal.

He drove to Yi Ziheng's villa, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the mess all over the ground, and Ling Zhixuan frowned.

Seeing Yi Ziheng lying on the carpet, surrounded by wine bottles, Ling Zhixuan avoided the wine bottles, walked to Yi Ziheng's side, and shook him.

He's really crazy, can love make people so crazy? can make such a beautiful son of heaven become like this.

"Huh, Ling Zhixuan, have you found white foam?"

Yi Ziheng was drunk and dreamed of death, and when he woke up and saw Ling Zhixuan, he asked Bai Mo for the first time.

Ling Zhixuan rarely had a smile on his face, he pursed his lips and didn't say a word.

"Hehe, hahahaha......" Yi Ziheng saw that Ling Zhixuan didn't answer, and laughed to himself, and tears fell with laughter.

"She, she's not, yes, she's not dead. ”

Ling Zhixuan's eyes flashed, and he acquiesced.

Seeing that Ling Zhixuan was silent, Yi Ziheng laughed even harder, how could he not know? He could have guessed it a long time ago, but he didn't want to believe it.

She began to cough and produce phlegm at the dawn of her disappearance, and then began to vomit again, tears had dried up in her eyes, her eyes were red, and her face was as white as paper, completely emaciated from death.

Bai Mo has been near death many times, but the first few times she was saved by the doctor, how many sins she suffered, Yi Ziheng was very distressed, but helpless.

Every time Yi Ziheng felt the taste of death, as if the water had overflowed his head, heaviness, fear, suffocation, and breathless drowning, obviously the injured was white foam.

She clung to her hand, death making her so much stronger. The green veins on the back of the pale hand erupted and stirred, as if they were about to break through the pitiful skin.

A series of pain tormented her fragile nerves, and like a crumbling kite, she struggled hard, grabbed his arm, and muttered, "I'm going to die, ahem, I'm really going to die." ”

Yi Ziheng doesn't listen, he doesn't want to listen, he won't, he won't die, we will live well, and I have to atone for my sins!

He hugged her hot body, leaned her on his shoulder, and fed her water. Her burned lips were dry and peeling, and she drank a lot of water, but to no avail. He took a cotton swab and moistened her again and again, but it still didn't work. He kissed her hard, but there was a burst of blood in the mouth of the kiss. Her lips were so dry that they were broken, and blood was pouring out, a bitter red.

"Ahem, ahem—"

White foam spat on him, and there was nothing, it was all water.

He didn't dislike it either, wiped her with a tissue, and helped her breathe: "No, it's just a fever." ”

He seemed to comfort her, and he seemed to comfort himself

"It's going to be fine, it's going to be fine. ”

But when he said this, the hand holding her was shaking, and he knew that he was terrified.

Bai Mo's whole person was lifeless, and he felt that if he didn't catch her, Bai Mo would be wiped out in the next second.

White foam looked at him with her lifeless eyes,

He seemed to have been pierced by something, his eyes unconsciously avoided it, he couldn't see her lifeless eyes, he was really distressed Don't torture him anymore.

He regretted it, he was so worried about her, he was about to go crazy, but she was going to leave him, how could he be reluctant!

He clenched his hands, gritted his teeth, and blushed as if he was enduring something.

She's always had a vision, but this time it's like she didn't see it.

He didn't want her to die.

She leaned into his arms, blinking red, longing eyes, and muttering feebly

"Get out, get out, I'm going home, I'm going home, Yi Ziheng! I'm going to die!

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Shen Yizhen drank lowly, like a wounded wolf, suppressing the pain and panting:

"You just want to leave me! You lie to me! You keep lying to me! This disease is the same, you like to get sick and scare ......"

Before he could finish his words, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.

This time it should be in a hurry.

He was laughing, blood dripping from the corners of his lips, and his eyes were red:

"You see, I'm dying too, so don't be afraid, white foam, if you die, I'll die with you, even in hell, you don't want to get rid of me. ”

He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and kissed hers, the remaining blood in his mouth crossed into her mouth, and he laughed almost madly:

"Does my blood taste good?"

Yi Ziheng was still laughing:

"I'll give you my blood, my life, Jojo, you've got to get better. ”

The foam didn't get better, and the female doctor gave her another injection, and she also hung up a drip, but it still didn't have much effect. She continued to burn, her eyes couldn't be opened, she could still force herself to say a few words to Yi Ziheng before, and then she had no energy. She closed her eyes, fell asleep for a while, and was out of breath, and woke up, her breathing was light and sometimes heavy, coughing for bursts of heart and lung pain, and in the afternoon, even coughing up blood.

He sat on the edge of the bed, leaned her against him, and kept feeding her water and giving her comfort. He didn't sleep for two days and one night, he didn't eat, his face was bruised and swollen, his lips were pale, his eyes were so red that they could drip blood, and he looked miserable like a ghost.

The nurse who came to change Joya's dressing saw him and screamed in fright: "You, you!"

"Did you change the dressing again?"

He was in good spirits, turned sideways, and shook the thin wrist of the white foam:

"Then come and change the dressing. ”

Bai Mo heard the movement, his voice was hoarse like rough paper, and he could barely make a sound:

"What time is it?"

Her illness worsened, and her coughing strength was gone.

But Yi Ziheng stubbornly thought that she was about to get better, and said softly:

"It's six o'clock, good boy, just give some more medicine. ”

He saw the bitter smile of the white foam, tears flowed down his eyes, and he almost collapsed,

"It's no better...... Yi, Yi Ziheng, really...... This...... It couldn't be better. ”

She couldn't finish a sentence.

He seemed to have been pierced by something, his eyes unconsciously avoided it, he couldn't see her lifeless eyes, he was really distressed Don't torture him anymore.

He gave her a good breath and tried to squeeze out a laugh:

"Don't talk nonsense, just give some more medicine, it'll be fine, it'll be fine. ”

As he spoke, he called for the nurse to come and change the dressing.

"Huh. Bai Mo sneered.

The doctor looked at the white foam,

"I'm afraid it's so, alas~"

Where could he listen to such words at this time, almost roaring: "She is dead, you all have to die!"

His eyes were fierce, staring at the medicine bag on the ground: "Hurry up and change her medicine!"

He hugged Joya again and cried lowly:

"Get some more medicine and she'll be fine. Really, it would be nice to lose a little more, a little more...

He choked and took her hand, her fingers cold like dead man's hands. He clenched and rubbed it, wanting her to be warm, but no matter how much he warmed her, it was still cold. He gave her a breath, the heat rushed to his fingertips, and finally it was hot, and he smiled like a child:

"White foam, are you feeling better? It's not cold, it's not cold soon.

She lay in his arms, and looked at him in such a daze, her big eyes empty and blank. She looked like she was looking at him, but not like she was looking at him. Her mind was ethereal, and it seemed that her soul was going to be gone.

She's dying.

Realizing this, he broke down and hugged her and cried:

"I don't want you to stay with me anymore. I want you to be in good health.

White foam, be strong, I'll take you home, really, I'll listen to you for everything. Even if you want to leave, I will let you go. As long as you're good. ”

Her fingers were still cold, but her eyes were so gentle, she smiled like an angel, and her pale skin seemed to be transparent, which made her seem to be about to turn into a fairy.

"White foam—"

He called her name in fear, afraid that she would fly away from his eyes.

White foam smiled at him as if she had returned to the light.

The gentler it is, the more it hurts.

At this time, her gentleness is a knife, her forgiveness is a knife, and even her love is a knife.

Now, she took the knife and went to kill him.

Yi Ziheng couldn't stand it, and seeing her fragile appearance, he went to the doctor as if he was running away.

Wait for him to clean up his mood, open the door, walk in, and look at the bed, it is empty, no one?

He was frightened, almost crazy, she was so sick, where was she going? Where could she go?

She, she's obviously sick like this! Do you still want to leave him? Is it just that she suffers to stay with him?

Ling Zhixuan looked at Yi Ziheng's painful appearance,

"Would you like to see her again?"