Ruan Shiyan was stunned.

She stood in this position for a long time before she was obsessed with the fact that she was supposed to have surgery, a heart transplant.

So why is there no heartbeat?

Don't...... Failed surgery?

She...... She...... He's dead?

And Song Zehan is fine, so she can't catch up with Song Zehan no matter what!

Here's the hint!

Thinking that he might have to be separated from Song Zehan's yin and yang, Ruan Shiyan's tears immediately rushed out.

Then he sat on the ground, hugged his knees and cried.

"Woo-woo-"

"I knew I could die, but ...... But it's too fast......"

But after crying for a few seconds, the tears stopped abruptly.

Because it occurred to her that it might just be a dream.

After all, the surroundings are so white and so strange, if it is not a dream, can it still be the road to heaven?

Paradise Road ...... Woowoo......

Then she's still dead...... Whining......

Wrong!

If it was Heaven Road, why would Song Zehan be here?

Ruan Shiyan wiped her tears with the back of her hand, quickly calmed herself down, and decisively pinched herself - it doesn't hurt!

That's great!

Dreams, this must be dreams!

Woo woo, what if she wants to cry again?

But since it's a dream, she's welcome!

Ruan Shiyan got up again, since she couldn't walk to Song Zehan's side, she didn't leave, she just stood in place, pinched her waist with both hands, and shouted at Song Zehan's back.

"Song Zehan! You turn back, there is a kind of you turning back to the master! As long as you turn around now, don't talk about your husband, I'll immediately call you dad with my thighs! ”

"Hmph, no, right? Day by day, you have long arms and long legs and great strength, it's not enough to bully me, you have to have an abdominal muscle temptation at every turn, are you really afraid of you? ”

"Let me tell you, I'm not afraid of you, but I feel sorry for you and your body, haven't you heard that sentence? There are only tired oxen, and there are no ploughed ......"

Huh?

Why did she feel as if she was complaining about herself?

"No, it's not that." Ruan Shiyan was racking her brains to figure out how to describe it, but before she could come up with a reason, she suddenly deflated.

Why doesn't it seem that once Song Zehan raises the bar with her, she can't spit out this complaint.

Alas, when will she wake up from this dream?

Ruan Shiyan sighed and sat on the ground again.

Then he curled up his legs, rested his chin on his knees, and looked at Song Zehan's back in a daze.

There is one thing to say, her husband's back is also handsome.

Even now, in fact, she still has this question in her heart.

How could a man like Song Zehan, who has nothing wrong except for his bad temper and dark face, was abducted by her to the Civil Affairs Bureau and became a legal husband and wife?

And it's the kind that is desperate.

So what is Song Zehan's desperate heart for her?

The more intelligent and logical a person like him, the less likely he is to die to a person for no reason, right?

"Hey, Song Zehan, this is my dream, can't you listen to my arrangement?"

"You don't want to turn around, so can you tell me why the hell you're so desperate for me?"

"I want to hear the truth."

When the words fell, the corners of Ruan Shiyan's mouth hooked up with a self-deprecating arc.

This is her dream, even if Song Zehan answers, isn't that also her imagination?

It doesn't make sense.

Alas, I'm afraid that I really want Xiaoxing to speak, what she needs most is not to change her heart, but to make up her heart.

Ruan Shiyan was complaining about herself in her heart, but a familiar voice suddenly sounded in her ears-

"Because you're worth it."