Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Yan Rusheng raised the other hand and patted him gently on the shoulder of Su Shi, "Be stronger."

"It must have been a success. I brought Xiao Qiao, and I went to see him." Su Shi said and laughed. She let go of her arms, turned to find Su Xiao Qiao, and pulled her to her side.

"Su Shi." Xu Xu came over, holding Su Shi's arms.

She squeezed her lips tightly, holding back the tears in her eyes.

"Third brother, tell me." Su Yan opened his lifelikeness, and stretched out his hands to grasp Yan Rusheng's arm. "Qiao Chen's operation was successful. Did he create a miracle?"

"No." Yan Rusheng said decisively, fearing she didn't hear clearly, and he repeated it again, "Su Shi, Qiao Chen's operation failed."

"You lie." Su Shi reached out and pushed Yan Rusheng a step back, Yan Rusheng stepped back, and she forced another step forward. "You give me Qiaoqiao."

Xuxu passed and hugged Su Shi, crying and comforting her, "Su Shi, don't do this, Qiao Chen will be distressed, he is most afraid of you crying."

"Give me Qiao Qiao." Su Shi was out of control, pushed her to life, and then bent over and hugged Xiao Qiao.

Like crazy, look for Qiao Chen everywhere.

When I saw someone, I asked if I had seen her Jojo.

"Come here." Yan Rusheng caught up with Su Shi, clasped one of her wrists, and dragged her downstairs.

...

The morgue of the hospital.

Su Shi's footsteps were always reluctant to move forward.

Yan Rusheng released her wrist and looked at her. "He's inside."

Su Shi heard the words, looked up at Yan Rusheng, crying and asked, "Brother, how can you let Jojo be in this kind of place? How can you let him be with the dead in this kind of place?"

As she lifted her feet, she walked inwardly.

At the door, she reached out and gently opened the door.

Su Xiaoqiao held the Barbie doll that Qiao Chen bought for her, and followed Su Shi.

She didn't know what happened, blinked her eyes, and looked at Su Shi, who was crying, out of fear.

There was only one bed in the large space, and Su Yan was wearing a black shirt, standing at the end of the bed.

"Jojo ..." Entering the door, Su Shi slammed to the bed.

She reached out and gently lifted the white cloth.

The familiar face caught her eyes, and Su Shi shook her head. "No, Jojo, you can't lie here."

She grabbed Qiao Chen's arm and dragged him, "You get up, Qiao Qiao, shall we go home, shall we go home, I don't want him anymore, I really don't want him anymore."

But the person on the bed was motionless.

"Why is your hand so cold?" She held his hand again and put it on her face. "I'll cover it for you, and it will be hot in a while."

‘Su Shi, are your hands cold? ’

‘I cover you. ’

"Don't you know how to cut your nails so long?" Then she hurriedly flipped through her bag and found the key from the bag. If there were nail clippers, "I'll cut it for you."

‘Su Shi, do n’t you know how long your nails are cut? ’

But the lying person didn't cooperate at all. With five fingers close together, Su Shi cried and looked at Qiao Chen's face. "You spread your fingers, so I can't cut them. Is it good to spread them?"

Xuxu covered her mouth aside, she couldn't bear to watch this scene, she turned her head, her forehead was lowered with a speech-like arm, and she couldn't cry.

"Mum, mum, what's wrong with dad?" Su Xiaoqiao came over, looking up at Su Xiao with a small face and tears.

Su Shi cried and said, "Dad doesn't want us anymore."

Hearing that, Xiao Qiao opened his mouth and cried.

(I know it ’s a bit abused. I ’m crying like a dog. It ’s a very hard time to write this. Do n’t stay up all night and wait for it. Get up tomorrow and watch it again.