Bo Yeyuan's whole body swam with the breath of death, like the incarnation of death, and in the next second, he was about to carry his soul away with a scythe.

"Who assigned you to send it?" A hoarse voice came from hell......

The two servants shrank and said, "It was the young grandmother who ordered us to send it." ”

"Lie......" Bo Yeyuan bent down slightly, grabbed a servant's collar, but his five fingers seemed to have no strength, and his body was about to fall like a majestic swaying mountain.

Lake helped him and comforted, "I don't think Miss Li can be so ruthless, she shouldn't have given this flower." ”

He said the wrong thing last night, and almost caused the young master to return to the west, and he carefully weighed the wording.

"It was really ordered by the young grandmother, and there is her signature on the wreath...... "The maid was frightened and wept with a sad face.

Bo Fei'er looked at the wreath in surprise: "There is really her signature!" ”

Bo Yeyuan's body shook, and he ...... low He coughed loudly.

Bo Fei'er took off the signature and walked over, there were words on the note to commemorate the death of the mourner, which was printed out of the font, and at the signature place, Li Qiyu's handwriting was written.

Bo Yeyuan held the strip, his lips trembled into a line, and his pale face gradually turned blue. Bending down with difficulty, he picked up the dirty bouquet of flowers on the ground, and the sky was full of white daisies......

She thought he was dead and didn't come to see him. She really didn't come and never will.

The more Mrs. Bo thought about it, the more angry she became, brandishing her crutches and knocking over a few wreaths, making people throw this unlucky thing out of the hospital immediately.

Bo Yeyuan held a large bouquet of chrysanthemums, turned around with difficulty, and the wreath could not be missing, and all of them were sent to the intensive care unit. The faces of all the people present changed when they heard this.

……

The wreath was so infiltrating that Lake found a few bottles: "Master, I'll take down all these flowers for you and put them in the bottle." ”

Bo Yeyuan was lying on the bed, his handsome face was covered with the breath of death, cold and terrifying: "No one is allowed to move......"

"With water, can you live longer?"

This reason persuaded the young master, and Lake asked the servants to carefully remove the wreaths, not a single one was missing, and put them in five large bottles and placed them on the windowsill.

It seems that Li Qiyu is wearing a long white dress, sitting on the windowsill, smiling with red lips, stroking his bulging abdomen and looking at him with a smile: [I am a child with Beitang Feng, I am going to marry him soon......]

He didn't want to see anyone, the doctor re-injected him, and everyone was kicked out.

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At night, the entire hospital was dead silent.

Only the nurse changed the potion for Bo Yeyuan every two hours, and Lake went to check on the situation every half an hour to keep the young master in a quiet place.

The nurse walked down the corridor with the tray and the bodyguard opened the door for her.

Li Qiyu walked into the ward, and he could smell a heavy smell of potion through the mask......

Bo Yeyuan lay on the hospital bed, one hand bent stiffly, clutching a large handful of white chrysanthemums.

Her heart seemed to be entangled in vines, and every step was pierced by thorns, and the short distance was so close that her courage was exhausted, and seeing him again was like a world away.

Bo Yeyuan was unusually haggard, his pale face was handsome and thin, and when she met again a year later, she didn't look at him carefully, only to find that he had really lost a lot of weight.

Bo Yeyuan, why do I have to care about your life or death?