She just wanted to see him make a fool of himself, so she made up such a big lie.

When he really believes, she will definitely come out again and laugh at him fiercely!

Zongli ...... Lie to him, right?

Lie to him......

Mother Zong held back her tears: "Let's face the reality, nine years, when I searched and rescued you, Ah Li...... I'm not breathing......"

And even if he heard her say this, Fu Jiunian's eyes were dark.

He stared at her nonchalantly, with a layer of dry skin bursting on his pale lips, and said stubbornly:

"Mom, it's impossible, you're all lying to me! There's no way Ali is dead! ”

Yesterday, she was still leaning on his arms and asked Fu Jiunian, does he want a child that belongs to them?

The day before yesterday, she also asked him if he could ask him for a bet if his project won him?

……

Before that, they traveled all over the Maldives archipelago, watching seagulls, watching the sunrise and watching the sunset.

She promised him that she would spend her life with him, in the next life, in the next life, and as husband and wife.

Oh...... No, she didn't promise him.

The miserable white lips hooked the arc of self-deprecation, and Fu Jiunian's whole person was bitter.

That day, when he made an appointment with her, she kissed him, and after that, there was no follow-up......

Why, she planned everything, but left him out of the plan?

Zongli, Zongli! She's such a ruthless woman!

Father Zong: "Nine years, do you want to see Ah Li for the last time?" ”

Looking at Fu Jiunian and seeing his whole person collapse, Father Zong's eyes were unbearable, and he asked in a low voice.

"Where?" Fu Jiunian's eyes suddenly appeared bright.

*

He went to see Zong Li for the last time.

Lying quietly on the hospital bed, she still wore a lot of CPR tubes, but these were useless.

She was still lying there, her eyes closed, her skin dark and pale, and she looked like she was asleep.

Fu Jiu's stumbling past.

He stroked her cold cheek, and he kissed her cold lips.

He kept calling in her ear......

Tears flowed down somehow, wetting the woman's face one by one.

Fu Jiunian buried his face in the woman's neck, the white neck, cold and cold, as cold as when they sank in the sea.

At that time, he could still feel the choking suffocation, but he hugged her, and she was just leaning on his arms, not even breathing......

The throat was fishy and sweet, Fu Jiunian turned his face away, and he couldn't help but vomit blood.

"Nine years!"

Is it Zong's father or Zong's mother's exclamation, Fu Jiunian's eyes turned black and fell over.

*

Floating quietly in the hospital room.

Xia Ling stared at Fu Jiu Nian, who had fainted.

When she foresaw her death, she made the decision to bury her body in the sea.

She found someone to leak her illness to Fu Jiunian, and then chose the day to let Fu Jiunian know the result.

Xia Ling made a lot of calculations, but he didn't calculate that Fu Jiunian came back so fast!

She watched him wake up, watched him kiss her body, and watched him close his eyes, tears running down the corners of her eyes and not in her hair......

She also rubbed his soft hair, wanting to tell him not to be sad and that she would be waiting for him in the next world.

But she was already dead, and Fu Jiunian couldn't hear all the words, so she could only watch like this.

She had already prepared for all the aftermath.

Only the parting of life and death at this moment is the catastrophe of Fu Jiu that she cannot resolve.

"I love you, nine years."