Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Ancient pastoral steps, peach blossom eyes suddenly burst out a cold light.

Bitch?

Song is a bitch?

“She's in the hospital. Why don't you go see her?” Song Jiuyue's voice.

“Do you think she'll die?” Song Yumei's voice of happiness and happiness.

“No way, Pastoral said yesterday that she was not seriously injured. ”

“Oh...” Song Yumei was somewhat disappointed: “It's a shame you can't die like this. ”

“Song Yumei, you can't talk nonsense!” Song Yue Yue blamed the sound, although Song Yue also hoped that Song Yue would die without worries, but this is Pastoral Home, if they were heard by Pastoral Ancient, their graceful image in Xiao Min's eyes would be destroyed.

“I didn't say anything, I was hoping that Song would die without worries, so see who dares to grab you too. ”

“Okay, stop it, help me put the chicken in the pot, the soup is ready, send it to Song Wuxi. ”

“Sister, why are you making soup for that bitch?” Song is very dissatisfied.

Pastoral smile, open your mouth and shut up are all bitches, Song Wuoxiao has such a sister, how bad luck.

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Song Li opened his eyes and entered the white ceiling of the ward.

At the end of the nose, there is clean, cold disinfectant water passing by.

Smells and has a faint, fragrant tobacco smell.

This flavor is so familiar.

Song noworried slightly over his head and looked at the man sitting in the chair.

A man has one elbow on the back of a chair that supports his entire body.

Her back gently held her jaw and fell asleep.

Song Lixie looked at him. In his dream, he dreamed of Oriental Xuan.

Now, as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw him with exactly the same handsome face as Dong Xuan.

However, he lacked the innate anger of Oriental Xuan, but equally noble and arrogant.

Oriental Xuan is on the battlefield, like a leopard.

And this man in the mall, he's even harder.

Song looked at Gu Xiao's face with no worries.

Exquisite and rigid, like a perfectly carved piece of art.

Liu Hai on his forehead slightly drooped, adding a little softness to him.

Thin lips, very sexy.

Eyelashes are long and skinny and look jealous.

Is that really you?

Song's worry-free eyes were filled with darkness and a little water mist appeared.

She's got a little trance in her head.

What I dreamed of when I was in a coma was whether it was a dream, or whether my soul was back in its previous life.

She saw Oriental Xuan on the battlefield and was killed...

Song looks at Gu Zheng with no grief and sadness. Is he the reincarnation of Oriental Xuan?

If not, why do they look so alike?

When I think about Oriental Xuan's death from the battle, Song's worry-free heart hurts like a needle prick.

She suddenly wondered, what happened to his mountain after she died?

Any more enemy incursions, any fighting?

All of a sudden, I was so worried about him in his previous life...

But the thought of his appearance with the queen in the Cold Palace made Song's worry-free heart feel cold again.

He looked at her eyes, so cold, so cold...

He said she deserved to die.

He treats himself like this. What else does he have to do?

“Cough...”

Song's throat swallowed, some dull and dry, and she coughed uncomfortably twice.

Her cough woke Gu Zheng.

Gu opened his eyes violently, and his deep eyes carried several lines of blood.

“Are you awake?” He sat upright.

“Mm-hmm.” Song Li answered, moving and wanting to sit up, he found Gu Zheng's other hand, holding his hand all the time.