The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

"Don't be stupid." Ye Yuchen's big palm was slightly hard, she squeezed her cold hand, "It's okay, it will be okay..."

Mu Wanqing still shook his head.

She is too familiar with this feeling, it is the feeling of dying, she doesn't know whether the tumor is about to rupture or has broken.

In short, she knew she was going to die.

"Let's go to the hospital, eh?" Ye Yuchen's voice trembled a little, "Mu Wanqing, you haven't married me... Promise me, you must hold on."

The man's throat was tight and choked.

He hugged Mu Wanqin tightly, and was about to get up and hug her to leave here, but the girl reached out and grabbed his shirt, suddenly coughing weakly with her head sideways.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Mu Wan closed her eyes, her cough was not heavy, but there was still a **** breath in her throat, and she even rushed to her brain, making her black hair dumbfounded.

There was a sudden pain in my heart.

The fishy sweetness in the throat suddenly aggravated, and the suffocation in the chest seemed to be released suddenly, like when the pump was turned on, it accumulated vigorous power and spewed out.

"puff--"

Mu Wanqing grabbed the hand of Ye Yuchen's shirt, her fingertips lost their strength, she suddenly let go and slipped.

The blood mist was floating in the air, and after a few red flowers bloomed, it fell heavily.

On the ground, red blood was surging.

Perceiving the urgency of the situation, Bo Rang became stiff in the fight, and then looked sideways towards Mu Wan, frowned his eyebrows tightly, "Quick fight and quick decision."

He is giving orders to his subordinates.

The priest also cast his gaze towards Mu Wan, and seeing the spread of blood on the ground, his heart tightened, and he raised his arm to block the attack from the thin cool, and then took the opportunity to stride away.

She is going to die... Is she really going to die?

"Stop him!" Bo Liang ordered coldly.

Ye Yuchen hugged Mu Wanqing's arm, shaking uncontrollably, as if a huge syringe was inserted into his chest, and began to pull away his hopes little by little.

He knelt on one knee, and the girl was lying in his arms, panting gently, endless pain.

The priest tried countless times to break through the siege and rushed to Mu Wanqing, but was repeatedly stopped by Bo Liang.

The group fights around Ye Yuchen and Mu Wanqing, twisted into a circle, wrapped them in it, unable to break through or rush in.

"Yu Chen..." Mu Wanqing opened her lips slightly.

She tried to raise her hand to touch him, but her arm had no strength at all, as if her soul had been emptied by death.

"I'm... I'm here." Ye Yuchen held her hand tightly, "Qing Qing, stop talking, let's go to the hospital first."

He has put Zheng Bo's team in place, and Ling Feng is also on standby outside, ready to take them.

The hospital...it's time to send Mu Wanqing to the hospital immediately.

Mu Wanqing shook his head gently, "No...no, I..."

But before she finished her words, the smell of sweetness in her voice stopped her again. She frowned slightly and closed her eyes.

Mu Wanqing coughed slightly and her lips moved slightly.

However, there was no sound.

"Qinqin, say it." Ye Yuchen knew she had something to say, so she gently squeezed her cold hand twice, "I'm listening...I'm here."

Mu Wanqing's eyes moved slightly.

She tried to lift her eyelids and to make a sound, but she was so weak...really so weak.

The little angel was crying even more. For the first time, he felt that his own defect was so useless that he could neither cure Mu Wanqing's illness nor protect her life.