Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

The man's eyes are gentle, "As long as you're healthy, I won't let anything happen to me. ”

Song said with no worries: “What if one day I'm not sound? ”

The man's eyes were deep: “We will not be separated. ”

“When will the war end?” At this time, Song Fuxiao suddenly missed them when they were children.

That way, they wouldn't worry about each other and hang each other from the sand.

“Regret joining me?” Oriental Xuan shrugged.

Song No-jing shook his head: “No regrets! ”

She held his hand tightly and looked seriously at him: "Promise me! Live for me no matter what! I just panicked. How can I live without you? I wouldn't be alive without you! ”

Oriental Xuan gently snapped her lips: “Silly girl, I won't let you try to live this pain alone. ”

……

Tears, taps, taps, drops on the back of his hand on his leg.

Song's worried face was sad, his head looked up and his eyes looked sadly at the door of the operating room.

Oriental Xuan, you said not to let me try the pain of living alone.

You gave me death, did you ever think that I was in another world, without you alone...

If Gu Qiang had any three lengths or two, she would really be thorough, alone, alone.

There is no one who loves herself or loves herself, alone...

Pastoral Ancient received news of Gu Qiang's injuries and rushed from the pasture to the hospital.

I don't care if it's night or not, I don't care if it's someone else's personal safety, and all the way, there's a red light coming in.

He came to the hospital in a hurry, reluctant to wait for the elevator to waste, and ran up the stairs.

As soon as he showed up, he saw a straight waistplate sitting there with no worries.

When he saw two tears streaming down Song's beautiful pale face, his eyes were sorrowful.

His footsteps, tucked away.

He stood there and watched her quietly.

Look at her side face, so sad, so helpless, so lonely ——

His heart hurts suddenly.

Side by side hands because to suppress the pain in your heart, hold tight.

Peach blossom warm eyes, as they roll through the undisguised waves of terror.

Suddenly, I wanted to hug her forward and give her a thin body some temperature and safety.

But he still restrained himself.

It took him a long time to calm his emotions and lift his long legs.

He came and sat down beside Song Li Xiao and handed her a pad.

Suddenly a towel appeared in front of him. Song was not worried. He swept his head slowly and looked at the owner of the towel.

Pastoral smiled at her and said, “Wipe your tears, your snot will come out. ”

“Thank you." Song Wuxi grabbed the towel and wiped the tears off his face.

Pain quickly swept through the soles of Ancient Pastoral eyes.

He looked at Song with no worries: "Yan will be fine. ”

“Hope." Song's worry-free voice was a little dull.

Pastoral looked deeply at her for a few seconds, then drew his eyes off her face and swept away the parents of the little girl who was crying and the families of the other wounded, asking, "Are they not out yet? ”

“No.”

Song Wuxi's voice had just fallen, the operating room door to rescue the little girl opened, and Song Wuxi looked up.

The little girl's parents rushed up, and the man grabbed the doctor's arm and asked, “How's my daughter? ”

The doctor painfully told him, "Bullets in the heart, we tried. ”