Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Pastoral lifted her up and took her to the hospital at the fastest possible speed.

The hospital gave Song no worries a test. He passed out after being overtired, anemic and undernourished.

Until the loss of glucose, Song hasn't woken up.

Pastoral guarded her, sitting in front of the bed, staring deeply and painfully at her pale little face.

“Don't worry, you're in love, why is that?” He muttered in a low voice.

“ …… ”

“Whatever life you're in love with, are you happy? ”

“ …… ”

“Where were you crying in the last life, at 3,000 hours of Kali's Palace? ”

“ …… ”

“In this world, you're married, but now you know where he is? ”

“ …… ”

“Why isn't the man you love me? In fact, no matter what life, as long as you love me, your ending will be very different. ”

“ …… ”

“I can give you a life of glory and prosperity, and I can give you the identity of Madame President. My body, my heart, my money, it's all yours. ”

“ …… ”

Pastoral reached out and gently caressed Song's worry-free, thin face, his eyes full of tenderness.

He loved her, the love of previous generations, the memory of this world awakened and loved more.

He really doesn't want to release Gu Xiao right now.

He knew that once released, he would never get her.

He does not ask for much, nor for generations. He only asks that this world be with her.

“Don't worry, if I don't come back for the rest of my life, will I get a chance?” Pastoral Ancient looked at Song without worry.

The pain in his eyes, for her, for himself.

“Silly woman, am I not bad?” Pastoral bitterness smiled, warm hands, gently touched Song's worry-free face, “Why are you so obsessed, you must love her? ”

“ …… ”

“Look at you. How skinny are you? Oh... you're just like me on this. Why should I love you? ”

“ …… ”

Mugu sat here talking to himself a lot.

His voice, warm, low, magnetic, very pleasant.

Saying a lot of deep words, unfortunately, Song did not hear a word.

Song was not worried in a coma and actually dreamed.

It's a dark, small space.

Her beloved man, Gu Zheng, was tied to the cross like five flowers, awaiting brutal vinegar punishment.

His hair was chaotic, his eyes were congested, the blood on his forehead flowed down his cheek, one drop at a time.

It adds a bit of metallurgical beauty to his entire body.

He lowered his head, his congested eyes, with endless helplessness, looking at himself worried.

“Don't worry, be careful of Ancient Pastoralism.” He spoke softly.

Speaking room, the corners of the mouth flowing out, red, with sticky liquid, unmatched evil.

The congested eye, like a flame, carried a burning red.

Song was not worried. He rushed forward: "Ahju! ”

She tried to help him untie the chain, but she couldn't untie it. She couldn't touch him.

“Careful, Pastoral! Take care of Baby!” Gu Qiu spoke out loud.

After shouting, his figure, like a rapidly melting ice stick, gradually disappeared.

In the end, the whole body was melted.

“Ahju!” Song did not panic, but he could not be caught.

“Ahju!" She was searching around in a small space, and the house didn't find him, and she wanted to look outside.

But just walked to the only door, Pastoral appeared.

Pastoral tall figure, blocked the door, completely blocked her path.