Immediately, Wu Xuemei hurriedly jumped up and was about to run, for fear that Zhang Yun would torture her again, but when Wu Xuemei ran to the door, she found the abnormality behind her, Zhang Yun didn't get up to chase her, there was no movement at all, which made Wu Xuemei a little surprised.

And when Wu Xuemei turned her head to look at Zhang Yun, Zhang Yun was lying motionless on the bed, too quiet, for some reason, Wu Xuemei's heart suddenly surged with a bad premonition.

In the end, after hesitating for a while, Wu Xuemei still cautiously approached Zhang Yun, her heart was beating "bang", and faintly, Wu Xuemei's heart contracted a little painfully.

I saw Zhang Yun lying on the bed like a dying fish, his face was pale, his eyes were dim, and he looked like he was about to die.

Originally, Wu Xuemei was happy to see Zhang Yun's appearance, but now, Wu Xuemei keenly felt that something was wrong, she felt that Zhang Yun's breathing sound was getting weaker and weaker, and the signs of life were weakening.

It was at this moment that I saw Zhang Yun barely raise his heavy eyelids, revealing a bitter smile, and said weakly:

"I'm sorry to let you see me like this, it's okay, it's also my family genetic disease, don't scare you, cough cough ・・・・・・"

At this moment, Zhang Yun was dying, a handsome little face was so white that there was no blood, and even coughed up blood when she spoke, and Wu Xuemei was horrified, and couldn't help but say:

"What kind of disease are you, and how did you become like this?"

Wu Xuemei has never seen a person who is so sick that he will vomit blood, no matter how serious he is, he just coughs up blood, where is Zhang Yun like Zhang Yun vomiting wildly, and he doesn't use blood as blood at all, so that Wu Xuemei subconsciously believed Zhang Yun's words.

She couldn't be so inhuman as to turn a blind eye to such a thing.

In this regard, Zhang Yun just smiled reluctantly, and wanted to struggle to get up, but fell down due to weakness, and in the end, Zhang Yun could only tilt his head sideways and smile sadly:

"Don't you want to settle accounts with me, come on, now is the best time, I have a genetic disease, you have seen it, if you want to find your dignity from me, just take advantage of it, I will not resist!"

After that, Zhang Yun silently closed his eyes and spread out his hands, looking like a mermaid, but from the corner of his eyes, a little tears flowed out, which made Wu Xuemei stunned on the spot.

At this moment, Wu Xuemei felt that Zhang Yun had become very weird, if before, she would have wanted to tear her alive, but now, she looked indifferent, and his words seemed to beg her to give him a good time.

Surprised, Wu Xuemei couldn't help but take another step closer to Zhang Yun, and said coldly:

"Do you still want to act, I can tell you very clearly, there is no use for eggs, don't treat me as a three-year-old ignorant child, but since you beg me to torture you, then I might as well obey your fate with respect!"

said that it was too late, Wu Xuemei suddenly waved a jade hand and slapped Zhang Yun's handsome little face, Wu Xuemei didn't believe Zhang Yun's nonsense at all, she could take this opportunity to slap this bastard to death, she didn't believe that he would be slapped by her obediently.

The next moment, only a loud "snap" sound was heard, and Wu Xuemei's jade hand hit one of Zhang Yun's cheeks fiercely, leaving five red and gorgeous finger prints on it, and at the same time, the corners of Zhang Yun's mouth couldn't stop overflowing several wisps of blood.

It's just that Zhang Yun didn't have any resistance to Wu Xuemei's violent fan, and he didn't even move a finger.

Seeing this, Wu Xuemei only thought that Zhang Yun was still pretending, so angry that Wu Xuemei was a big-eared scraper again, and there were still five red and glamorous finger prints, and the corners of Zhang Yun's mouth also overflowed with wisps of blood, and even Zhang Yun began to snort, but he didn't resist.

But at this time, Wu Xuemei still didn't believe the absurd words in Zhang Yun's mouth, so she jumped directly on the bed and rode to Zhang Yun's neck, sneering while caressing Zhang Yun's red face:

"Should I say that you are thick-skinned, or are you a scheming, you will still pretend to me at this time, well, since you love acting so much, I will satisfy your disgusting request and let you have a good time in drama!"

Saying that, Wu Xuemei learned from Zhang Yun's previous treatment of her, and pinched Zhang Yun's pitiful neck fiercely, eager to break it, but her strength was too small after all, and she could only pinch Zhang Yun coughing again and again, and the corners of her mouth overflowed with more blood.

Annoyed and angry, Wu Xuemei simply opened the bow with both hands, and launched a crazy "big ear scraping action" on Zhang Yun's poor little face.

If Wu Xuemei had known that slapping her face could make people feel refreshed, I am afraid that Zhang Yun's face would be so swollen that even his wife couldn't recognize it, and in the end, Wu Xuemei didn't know how many times she slapped Zhang Yun wildly before her hands stopped with soreness, and her two jade hands were completely red.

And the next moment, before Wu Xuemei could look at Zhang Yun with a smile, a stream of red and pungent blood sprayed on Wu Xuemei's face again, and Wu Xuemei was sprayed into a red-faced monster on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, a violent cough sound came out from Wu Xuemei's body, almost subconsciously, Wu Xuemei looked down and saw Zhang Yun, whose cheeks had been swollen into pig's heads, was coughing up blood vigorously, his face was full of terrifying whiteness and redness, and he was panting weakly.

Just for a moment, Wu Xuemei was shocked by the miserable appearance of the person in front of her, where did Wu Xuemei think that her slap in the face would make Zhang Yun vomit blood again, and the pungent and rich smell of blood on her face told Wu Xuemei all the time that the blood was real.

And what frightened Wu Xuemei the most was that Zhang Yun had been bullied by her to such an extent, still with a faint smile, tears still slowly flowing down Zhang Yun's eyes, without the slightest expression of hatred for her.

completely shocked Wu Xuemei.

If Wu Xuemei still stubbornly thought that Zhang Yun was acting to deceive her, then now, Wu Xuemei has to start doubting whether her judgment is correct, is this still the same Zhang Yun, who has become so weak and pitiful.

It was at this moment that Zhang Yun coughed lightly and said softly:

"Are you relieved, if it's not enough, just keep coming, I can bear it until you don't hate me anymore, this is what I owe you!"

At this moment, Wu Xuemei looked at Zhang Yun's little face that had been beaten miserably, and even her two jade hands were faintly painful, and she couldn't help but be stunned:

"You, don't you hurt?"