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

The angel's pupils emit a little orange light.

The little angel injected all his remaining energy into Mu Wanqing's body, giving her a little strength.

The girl opened her eyes slowly.

The long curled eyelashes quivered like wings, and her two lips touched gently, "Bo... glass bottle..."

Because of her weakness, her voice was too low.

Ye Yuchen got so close that she could barely hear that she was talking about the glass bottle containing the love letter capsule.

"I saw it." He replied in a dumb voice, "When your illness is cured, give it to me again, eh?"

Hearing that Ye Yuchen said that he had seen the love letter capsule, Mu Wanqing was relieved with embarrassment, as if he had been worried about something for a long time, and finally let it go.

It was a birthday present she prepared for him.

It was also the kit she wanted to keep him after she left, and she didn't want him to be framed by his previous life.

"Also...and..."

Mu Wanqing's small hand moved a little, she instead held Ye Yuchen's big palm, raising her eyes to look at the man.

This cold and charming face, she has been thinking about it for generations and generations, and finally looked at the last few eyes again. She will close her eyes forever and never see it again...

The girl slowly took her hand out of Ye Yuchen's palm.

She raised her arm, and gently rubbed his handsome sword eyebrows with her fingers. Downward were the narrow and coquettish phoenix eyes, then the straight nose, thin red lips, and firm jaw...

Mu Wanqing described his facial features, outlined the contours of his cheeks, and his heart hurt more and more.

It’s not the pain, but the heartache...

"And..." Mu Wanqing's lips lightly opened, she choked slightly, her voice trembling, "Happy birthday."

Ye Yuchen, happy birthday.

Unfortunately, she could no longer continue to accompany him on his birthday.

When the voice fell, Mu Wanqing's hands slid down suddenly, her arms weakly placed on both sides, and she closed her eyes.

"Qing Qing..." Ye Yuchen's voice trembled severely.

The needle that seemed to be inserted into his heart, pierced fiercely into every soft place of him, grabbed the heartstring and twisted it randomly, and then broke cruelly.

It seems that all hope has been taken away.

What else was important was also being pulled away mercilessly by the needle, emptied his soul bloody, heartbroken, prolonged...

"Qing Qing..." Ye Yuchen's throat tightened.

He stroked Mu Wanqing's cold cheeks, his palms were shaking uncontrollably, and he didn't even dare to try her nose.

The light of the angel's pupil dimmed.

Ye Yuchen's eyes were red, and he suddenly screamed, "Qing Qing! You wake me up, Mu Wanqing!"

Hearing the sound, the priest's body suddenly froze.

He turned his neck to look at Mu Wanqing. The girl's face was so pale that she was completely bloodless. She closed her eyes and lay quietly in Ye Yuchen's arms.

She... just died like this?

At this moment, suddenly gunfire sounded.

"boom--"

Bo Liang took advantage of his distraction, immediately loaded the bullet and fired a fatal shot without hesitation.

Ives opened his eyes wide when he saw this, he suddenly rushed forward, pushing the priest away with all his strength, "Young Master, be careful!"

The priest immediately returned to his senses. He reached out and grabbed Ives by the skirt of his clothes and dragged him towards him. The two rolled sideways for two times, hiding the bullet in a thrilling manner.

"Yesan, take her away first."

Bo Liang quickly loaded the bullet again, pointed the muzzle at the priest's head, and looked at Ye Yuchen awe-inspiringly.