Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, after the fastest update of the book, I married the protagonist and his uncle's latest chapter!Huo Ci rushed forward and called out anxiously: "Second brother."

"Leave me alone." Yan Yuanfei said in a difficult tone, his body twisted so badly because of the stiffness of his muscles and bones. He was in a weird posture. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the woman on the ground: "Look at what's wrong with her."

Ling Sheng had already ran over, and just wanted to help Wen Ruoshui, who knew Song Yiyan came forward directly, came to embrace the princess, and put the person on the bed.

Yan Yuan is not all over his body, only a pair of eyes can move normally, looking at the woman held by Song Yiyan, it hurts to suffocation.

Why is she so thin and so light? Even a weak girl can easily pick her up.

Song Yiyan probed Wen Ruoshui's pulse, looked at the nervous people around, and said in a deep voice: "It's nothing, just frustrated and passed out in a coma."

Yan Yuan didn't just feel that even breathing was painful. It seemed that with every breath, the air would turn into a sharp knife and plunged straight into his heart, staring at the woman's pale, thin cheeks without blinking.

He never imagined that he could see each other again in his life, and he never dared to expect to see her. He only hoped that she could live well!

After Song Yiyan watched Wen Ruoshui, she helped Yan Yuanfei signal her pulse, her face was unprecedentedly solemn, she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing.

"If there is any problem, please speak in front of me." Yan Yuanfei's voice was very soft, very soft, as if he was floating out of his body.

Song Yiyan looked at Huo Ci and the others and asked, she didn't dare to speak without consent. The big guys in front of her made her a little scared.

Rong Yin nodded and let her say.

Song Yiyan eased her mind, settled her mind, and looked at them earnestly and said: "Second-uncle's physical condition is already very serious. I can try to change his life, but it must be done within two days. His body may not be able to hold it."

It might have been possible to wait for him to raise him. If he is better, his success rate will increase a lot. However, after tossing his body for a while, the situation is even worse. Up.

With his current physical condition, he can't hold it anymore, his vitality is disappearing little by little, and within a week, people will be dead.

"Okay." Yan Yuanfei nodded and looked at Song Yiyan, with a gentle expression in his eyes, with a reassuring soft color: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Song Yiyan always felt that she was a hard-hearted person. She had seen too many farewells to life and death. But at this moment, looking at the man in front of her, her nose felt a little sore and uncomfortable. She shook her head and her voice was dumb: "No trouble. "

"Miss Song." Yan Yuan was out of the corner of his eye, glanced at the small and thin woman lying beside him, and asked her, "Is there any way, but let me resume my actions temporarily?"

He really wanted to, wanted to touch her, wanted to hug her, but now this dilapidated body made him even hope for the most basic actions.

Song Yiyan can still restore his mobility temporarily, but it doesn't last long. You can't do too hard movements, and you can't do big movements. There is no problem with small-scale movements.

Everyone left the bedroom silently. Song Yiyan was the last one to go out. When she went out, she looked at the man and woman on the bed, sighed deeply in her heart, and closed the door.

Yan Yuanfei was holding her body, quietly looking at the woman lying next to her, her eyes were so gentle, affectionate and pampered.

It's been a long time, he hasn't been able to look at her like this again.

For how long it has been, he never had a chance to feel the temperature and breath of her around.

Every time he woke up in pain, every time he dreamed back at midnight, he was empty around him, so empty that he felt that he was unreal.

She was in a coma, sleeping very restlessly, very unsteady, her eyebrows frowned, not knowing what she was dreaming, and sobbing lowly in her dream.

His body gradually regained consciousness, and he raised his arms with difficulty, moved towards her little by little, looked at her face close to him, and tried several times with trembling hands, but he did not dare to touch her.

In the end, he couldn't beat the deep thoughts in his heart. If possible, he really wanted to hold her in his arms, hug her tightly, and never let go.

The skinny fingers approached little by little, and the moment they finally covered her cheeks, her body stiffened for a moment, but the blood boiled suddenly.

Wen Ruoshui woke up, just when he moved, she was already awake, she didn't dare to open her eyes, this man is her love in this life!

She clearly knew that he was the one who was wrong. She obviously had many things to ask him, but when she saw him with her own eyes, she became her without any courage.

The man's breathing was pressing, very shallow, as if he was afraid of waking her up, trying to restrain his pain and suffering at the moment.

The man’s big hands tried to get close to her several times, and wanted to touch her, but stopped again. When those big hands with rough bark like dry bark touched her skin, her heart throbbed. Trembling.

She didn't dare to think about how he survived all these years, how he became what he is now, how he became so reluctant to scold him when she saw him, to blame him, to question him!

She once thought that it was God that was unfair to her, and now she knew that it was not the heaven that was unfair to her, but him!

Why did he conceal his self-righteousness from her? He could declare his death to the whole world, but he shouldn't hide it from her!

Yan Yuanfei's hand, the moment she touched her, clearly saw the woman's trembling eyelashes, knowing that she had woken up, her throat was sour and uncomfortable, there was a smell of fishy and salty, and her hand trembled.

He looked at her with red eyes and confusion, his voice was like being crushed by gravity, hoarse and broken: "I'm sorry."

He knew clearly that this sentence was too light and too light compared to the torture she had suffered over the years, but he could not say anything other than this sentence.

Wen Ruoshui did not open her eyes, let her deceive herself once, as long as she did not open her eyes, as long as she did not see him, she still did not wake up, only in a dream, she could cry unscrupulously, vent the repressed pain and despair in her heart .

Yan Yuanfei came closer, swallowing the pain that was about to overflow from her throat, groaning, her long thin arms clasped the back of her head, encircling her small body in her arms, and her thin chin resting on the top of her hair. , A line of clear tears slid down his cheeks, but could not say a word again.