My Cold Gentle Husband

Qing Wei’s words fell, and Bai Yanyan saw Song Qin’s face bit by bit, until the face was unmanned.

On the side of Zhang Huanhuan, he almost stepped back in a step-like manner. His body was on the wall, and the face with delicate makeup was also white.

Obviously, she was scared.

White light but with a lip.

She looked at Song Qin, slowly unscrewing the bottle in her hand, and immediately had a **** smell spreading in the room, which was disgusting.

"Vo" Song Qin lay in bed, could not help but reach out and grab his mouth, looking painful.

The smile on the white face is even worse: "I thought that even Miss Song felt that this blood was disgusting, and I felt weird."

White lightly fastened the lid and threw it to Qing Wei.

Qing Wei catches, his face is also smiling, with white light: "Fortunately, this bottle is of good quality, otherwise I feel vomiting in my hand, I don't know who's blood is so disgusting?"

Song Qin looked up and looked at Qing Wei, his eyes like an ice blade.

Qing Wei did not care, said: "I smell this room also has a disgusting smell? Xiao Yanzi, should we leave?"

The white lips are sneer, looking at Song Qin, dagger: "I just came to see Miss Song."

"You don't need to see." Song Qin roared.

The flame in her heart was completely provoked.

Her heart was marked with a knife. When she screamed, her heart stabbed. She was lying on the bed, and she didn't have a little white light.

The face of Bai Yanyan is still a smile: "What is Miss Song so excited about? I heard that you were almost worried, I don’t know what evil Miss Song did, and others want to retaliate against you?"

Song Qin bit her teeth, her emotions are too excited, her heart hurts more and more, she is almost unable to breathe.

"Doctor doctor" Song Qin forced the xi.

The white lips are sneer and look at Qing Wei: "Let's go, or Miss Song can die and put the crime on our heads."

"Not so embarrassing?" Qing Wei raised his eyebrows.

"That's not necessarily."

The two left the ward together.

Qing Wei sees the white face and looks like a frost. He teased: "Little Yanzi, can't see it. Your ability to be mad is very powerful. But the woman was Song Song? Isn't she dead?"

White lightly looked at Qing Wei, did not answer his question, just asked: "Do you need a few days to give me the result?"

Qing Wei thought about it and said, "Seven days."

"Good." White light and dagger.

At this moment, her heart is better.

Lin Shi’s pain, let Song Qin feel it again, this is fair to Lin Shi.

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In the ward.

Bai Huayan and Qing Wei turned and left, Zhang Huanhuan, who had been standing by the wall, just woke up.

"Doctor" Song Qin is still in the mouth of the big mouth, the position of the heart, the blue and white diseased clothes have been dyed red by blood.

Apparently, the sutured wound was split again.

Zhang Huanhuan went to the bedside of Song Qin, with a few disdain in his eyes: "You are not a white-faced opponent."

Song Qin’s eyes widened and he took Zhang Huan’s hand: “Call the doctor to call the doctor”

Her chest became more and more painful, and her blood grew more and more.

Obviously, her injury is much heavier than Lin Shi, Lin Shi only hurts once, and she is repeated pain.

White lightly finished her, and Zhang Huanhuan on the same boat as her was angry with her.

Zhang Huanhuan just opened her hand indifferently, and the words are cold: "It doesn't matter if you leave you anyway. What is the difference between living and being dead."

After that, Zhang Huanhuan reached out and licked his long curly hair, and said coldly: "The idiot of the grass!"

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Her Zhang Huanhuan has not been hands-on, not that she dare not do anything about whiteness, but she has not thought of a plan to give him a fatal blow.

Instead of failing, it is better to keep a low profile.

Zhang Huanhuan looked disdainfully at his incredible Song Qin, indifferent: "You are going to fend for yourself."

After that, she turned and left.

"what--"

"boom!"

Song Qin screams!

The more she was excited, the more she felt the pain. She pushed down the kettle on the bedside table and the pieces were covered.

The huge voice caught the attention of the nurse station. The nurse ran in, saw her blood, frightened, and quickly called the doctor.

Song Hao clenched his fist tightly, and the bottom was the coldness of Sen Han.

White light!

The name, around her heart, tightened her heart, she seemed to suffocate.

But she can't die! Therefore, you can only kill the white light!

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For Bai Xiaoyan, the next time is waiting, waiting for Qing Wei to give her results.

She still filmed every day, went to see Lin Shi after the play, and Lin Shi’s spirit slowly improved.

On the sixth day, Bai Qingyan had planned to go to see Lin Shi after the play, but Lin Shi called her and said - Yan Yan, I was discharged from the hospital in the morning, thinking that you are filming, so wait for you to work. I will call you later.

Therefore, Bai Xuyan directly returned to the villa.

Gu Yuzhi stood at the door of the villa, standing tall and straight, and the orange light stretched his figure and projected it on the ground.

Bai Yanyan jumped from the nanny car and threw himself into his arms. Gu Yuzhi held her steady and whispered her name: "Yan Yan"

"Well, why, why are you at the door? I am not telling you that you have to come back at ten o'clock?" White looked at him with a sly look.

It’s only seven o’clock now.

After going to see Lin Shi, he usually went home after ten o'clock.

Every time, Gu Yuzhi is waiting for her at the door.

The orange light sprinkled on her fair cheeks, and the skin almost became transparent, soft and delicate, making people want to try the hand.

Gu Yuzhi couldn't help but stretch her hand and smiled: "I know, anyway, I am bored, waiting for you."

The touch on the skin under the fingers is abnormal.

White light: "" Boring?

Will the big president still be bored?

When he understood that he was far away, he saw that he was talking on the phone. When he saw the nanny car coming over, he hung up the phone.

Gu Yuzhi looked up at the watch and said: "It’s only seven o'clock, going back to dinner is almost the same."

"Old house?" Bai asked.

Every month, they will go back to the old house.

"Don't want to go?" Gu Yuzhi took her soft hand and walked toward the villa.

White lightly coveted the shadow of the two people intertwined, gently shaking his head.

"No! Gu Hang's things have been turned over!" she said.

"Well, we must be very happy when we go back to Dad." Gu Yuzhi said.

Since Gu Hang was blocked by the purple clothes, they never returned to the old house and did not go to the hospital to visit Gu Hang.

"Yeah."

Just let the past dusts drift with the wind, and since then, Gu Hang is just their nephew.