After Those Years of Misery

"Are you here?" Qiao Yushi said weakly, showing a satisfied smile.

"Sit!" he said again, and Zillog sat obediently on the chair in front of him.

"You really can't live? I don't believe it. You lied to me, did you?" She asked chokedly, her eye circles completely red, and the tears rolled in her eyes a few times before she was about to fall.

Qiao Yushi was taken aback, and then realized that the two guys had deceived her.

He wanted to say something that he lied to you, but he was afraid that if he said this sentence, the little man in front of him would get angry and immediately ran away.

He wants to see her and listen to her now, just as natural as people in the desert long for water.

Only then did I realize how much I liked her, that's how it is to look at her.

The more you think like this, the more you feel like a big bastard. Originally, she was well by her side, but because she was too bad for her, she ran to Murong Bo's side. He pushed her out with his own hands, he was really damned.

"Are you afraid of me dying?" he asked calmly.

"I..." Zillog only uttered this one word. She didn't want him to die. Does this mean the same as being afraid of him?

"Did they really try their best? I always think you are such a strong person, it is impossible to be so vulnerable. You will be fine, are you lie to me? Don’t you lie to me, I...you can’t die !" After saying this, her tears still rolled down uncontrollably.

He raised his hand laboriously and wiped the tears from her face little by little.

"Don't you hate me? I still remember you said you wanted to kill me." He smiled bitterly.

She was really clever, saying that he was going to kill him, he became even more angry and punished her even harder.

Zillog just shed tears, she didn't know what to say or do to save his life.

Her heart was as uncomfortable as being hit hard by something, and suddenly wanted to touch his face, she stretched out her little hand, but the hand stopped in the air and dropped back.

If it weren't for his later injury, if only they got along the first two years, then she would definitely hug him tightly.

In the face of his death, she would forget that he was her best friend's husband.

"Where is Xueer? Why didn't she come to see you? You should be relieved to see her and the child, right?"

This **** woman still only talks about Cher. Why can't she feel that he doesn't love Cher at all? He loves her. Why is she so stupid?

"Do you still hate me?" He didn't answer her words, looking at her little hand, he wanted to grab her little hand and talk.

"No hate." She shook her head desperately.

"Even if you make a big mistake, and even sacrifice your life for me, can I still hate you?" she said, tears even more fierce.

"I want to touch your hand." He said, no matter if she objected or not, he grabbed her little hand.

He really didn't have much strength at this time, and he was tired even holding her hand.

"Will you miss me?" His voice was full of expectation, and his eyes were full of expectation.

He really wasn't sure whether Zilog liked him or didn't like him. Zillog looked at his eyes, his expression, and she realized that she had actually been obsessed with him. But she didn't know how to answer his question. She thought, it should be his lover who missed him.

"Where's Xue'er? Did she go or did she not arrive?" Zilog became more and more surprised, why he didn't call Xue'er at such a juncture.

"Stop... talking about her, I just want to... be with you." He was really tired, and he said this intermittently.

Zillog thought he was going to the end of his life, and Xin mentioned his throat again.

"Well, don't tell her, don't tell. Don't you want to see me? What do you want to tell me? I will listen, you say!"

"Kiss me, kiss my lips, kiss lightly. This is my last wish." He said laboriously, then closed his eyes, and his breathing became heavier, as if there was only air coming in and no air coming out.

This last wish made Zilog feel very sad.

No matter how many entanglements have occurred, he is always doing this for her. Is it true that he is not even satisfied with his last wish?

He didn't know why he lied to her like this, as if if she could kiss him, his physical pain would disappear at this time.

Closed eyes, my heart is full of expectation, but also very uncertain.

If she could kiss him, she would love him, right?

Perhaps this request is to prove whether she loves him or not.

Zillog leaned to stand up and bent down, his lips touching his lips lightly. The trembling lips, with salty tears, brought a huge impact to Qiao Yushi's heart.

She was about to straighten up after she kissed, and he didn't know where the strength came from, and he stretched out his right arm around her neck.

He spent almost all his energy, kissed her lips back, and sucked her lips once, twice, three times.

She is the most sweet and beautiful, and his own heart is satisfied. He was really going to die at this moment, and he was also satisfied.

His sudden action made Zilog completely dumbfounded. The moment she was stunned, she felt as if there was an electric current spreading from the lips of the two people to her body.

At this time, I don't know why it still happens.

Perhaps she has always liked his kiss.

Maybe she loved him too.

Love is always such a strange thing. Some people are good and treat you well, but you may not have feelings for him.

Some people, even if he hurts you again, you still can't restrain your heart, but you will love him. Sometimes people really can't do anything about their feelings, because such fierce affection appears before reason. When you want to stop it, it's too late.

Maybe it was because he tried too hard, or he wanted to get close to her instinctively. After only a few seconds after he enjoyed the most wonderful feeling, the newly stitched wound was pulled.

He snorted painfully, and then his arm dropped and he fainted.

"Qiao Yushi! Qiao Yushi!" Zillog looked at him in horror, eyes tightly closed, and trembling his hands to probe his snort, no longer breathing.

"Doctor! Doctor!" she yelled like crazy, and then rushed out the door.

"What's the matter?" Li Muqing was standing by the door, waiting, she happened to run into her when she came out.

"He has no breath. Go and save him. Go and save him. Don't let him really die." Zillog anxiously didn't know what to say, just repeating the words don't let him die.

Li Muqing thought to herself, the young master really understands it well and does it well in acting.

Really pretend to be dead in front of her, is she going to act to the end?

"We did our best!" Li Muqing thought of this, and patted Zilog on the shoulder with a sad face.

"You'd better go back. The second young master has already picked up the young grandma and the others in Qiao's family. The old man, the old lady, and the old lady have also notified by phone. It is not convenient for you to be there to deal with the funeral.

"I..." Zilogduo wanted to say, she wanted to stay here, she wanted to send him the last journey.

But what qualifications does she have here? Who is she from him? She is nothing.

"Help me...Help me say goodbye to him." She choked and said, goodbye, but never see. That hateful person, he just closed his eyes. How did he die badly, why did he have to die for her so sensationally? Didn't he say he wanted to forgive her? Why did she forgive him, but he still died?

She stood there, feeling her head dizzy, shaking, and almost fainting.

Xiao Baiyu had already stood up from the chair, came to her silently, and quickly hugged her.

"Are you all right?" he asked with concern.

"It's okay, let's go." She said softly, and suddenly found herself tired and unable to speak.

They walked a few steps away before Li Muqing entered the ward. She smiled and joked: "Master Qiao, have you pretended to be a little longer?"

He didn't find it right until he got closer, his face was wrong, and his breathing was extremely weak.

Also, the wound that was just stitched up was bleeding.

Li Muqing rushed out and called the doctor. It seemed that he was going to have another operation.

When Xiao Baiyu assisted Zilog to the end of the corridor, he saw a group of doctors running towards Qiao Yushi's ward.

She thought, this is the last effort. She just lost her breath when she touched him, and she seems to be helpless.

She was suffering for another man, and Xiao Baiyu was also suffering. He died to save her, she would be moved, and it was inevitable.

In fact, Xiao Baiyu's heart was also full of guilt. He was responsible for Qiao Yushi's death.

"Send me home, okay?" Zilog asked.

She didn't want to take any further steps in the Murong's house. Just think about it, Qiao Yushi is blocking the knife at that door, and she feels like the knife is stuck in her chest.

"Okay!" As long as she was happy, he followed her meaning.

Xiao Baiyu drove Zilog home and wanted to accompany her and talk to her.

"I want to be quiet by myself, just by myself. Sorry, you can leave me alone." Zilog said to Xiao Baiyu.

What else could he say, she was so sad, and if he could accompany her a living person, he would be willing.

"Okay, please come to me whenever you have anything, remember, you have a baby in your stomach. For the baby, don't be too sad.

"I know!" Zillog said listlessly.

After Xiao Baiyu left, Zillog climbed onto his bed "before marriage" alone, and sat there crying silently.

It was already afternoon, and the sun was setting a little bit west. It's like Qiao Yushi's life has just fallen.

She stroked her belly lightly, and secretly made up her mind to take care of the child no matter what.

Zillog did exactly what she said, taking care of the children.

In order to make his children as happy as possible, Xiao Baiyu came almost every day.

I always buy her some food, and sometimes I help her cook.

Zillog's face was smiling, just a smile, but his eyes were lacklustre.

It seems that Qiao Yushi's death took away part of her soul. She is very strange, never dreaming of him at night. Maybe it's because of her embarrassment, so her soul is not dreaming.

Xiao Baiyu always came in the afternoon, had dinner with her in the evening, and left after talking for a while.