Zhou Yi showed a sneer, glanced at Yu Ling beside him, and said in a strange tone: "I didn't close my eyes for three days and three nights, on the way to the airport in a car, I collided with three cars, and I picked up a life, and I didn't want to get rid of that scar for three years and five years." ”

Luo Xuan's whole body broke out in a cold sweat, and he subconsciously grabbed Yuchen's shoulder.

On the other hand, Yu Ling clenched his hands and straightened his body.

As if he couldn't stand the hostility in Zhou Yi's eyes, he left the room silently and in a hurry.

"Humph!"

Zhou Yi glared at Yu Ling's back and snorted angrily.

As soon as he looked back, he saw Luo Xuan's appearance as if he was mourning, and the sneer arc at the corner of Zhou Yi's mouth suddenly rose a few degrees, which was really dazzling.

"Troubled by your face, just your ordinary and inconspicuous appearance when you go out and grab a lot of it really amazes me."

Zhou Yi said it with a smile, just like the duel of ancient martial arts masters, as soon as the poisonous tongue skill came out, the injury was invisible, and there was no trace of it outside, because it was an internal injury.

Luo Xuan raised his eyes, and the pain hidden in his eyes was nowhere to be hidden.

"You mean, his injuries have something to do with me?"

Like a piece of burning red charcoal choking on her throat, she shuddered with difficulty, but her body was like falling into a cold pool, cold and piercing.

In the past she didn't know, he was so close to death.

She began to think that God had given her a gift by letting him live. Because she really couldn't imagine that if Yuchen wasn't in this world, how would she live? She couldn't imagine.

"I need to tell you, this is not the first time, and it is not the last."

Yuchen's nine deaths, the fragile appearance of being saved a life, hovered in Zhou Yi's mind, and at this moment, seeing Luo Xuan's heartbroken appearance, I only felt that she was sincere, and she was going to die.

Zhou Yi did not hide his disgust and rejection of Luo Xuan, and said in a cold voice: "A while ago in Macau, he was also targeted by that wild because of you, I don't know if you have ever thought that because of you, he was almost crushed." ”

The last bit of blood on her face faded cleanly, Luo Xuan's whole person was shaky, self-blame, remorse, guilt and fear, all kinds of emotions rolled in her heart.

Because of you, he almost broke his bones.

This sentence was like a sharp weapon, fiercely cutting open her heart, and Ling Chi's pain was nothing more than that.

There was a fishy sweetness surging in her throat, and she forcibly held back, and her body was drained of the main heart bone, and she leaned weakly towards Yuchen.

Cold, transparent teardrops, along the corners of her eyes, across the bridge of her nose, and into her mouth, were the most bitter taste she had ever tasted.

What right does she have to resent? What qualifications does she have to gamble? How could she forget that for her, he almost died in Macau.

Yuchen, I don't complain, I don't hate anymore, I won't let you get hurt anymore.

The tears that flowed into his neck were cold, and they flowed to his heart like fire, and they were extremely heavy and suppressed Yuchen's heartbeat.

Slowly woke up, and after a short moment of confusion, he returned to his indifferent and sharp black eyes like an arrow, shooting at Zhou Yi beside the bed.

Zhou Yi calmly dodged, and then couldn't help touching his nose, as a doctor, how could he forget that as long as he was not burned, the patient's perception of the outside world was still keen and clear, why did he forget for a while, and actually "bullied" his wife in front of Yuchen, damn it.

"I'm not dead yet, you have to cry and mourn until I'm dead." As soon as he opened his mouth, his throat felt like it had been burned by fire, and it was astringent and painful.