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

Mu Wanqing's capsules are all painted with smiling faces.

Each of her letters is also so happy and lively, trying hard not to bring the negative emotions of parting to others.

However, she did know that she was leaving.

The sadness and despair between the lines cannot be easily concealed by the tone. The regret and love that go deep into the bones are poured on the handwriting...

It also hurt Ye Yuchen's heart.

"Yu Chen, after I leave, I hope this bottle of love letter capsules can be your kit! With it, you won't be bullied by the priest, or I will be unhappy."

"Hmm...Also, you have to promise me that if there is an afterlife, you must not fall in love with other women! Marry me, marry me, marry me, tell the important things three times! Hear you! Remember to marry me!"

Ye Yuchen rolled up this little love letter again, tied it with an aluminum ring, and put it back in the bag.

He put away the glass bottle and couldn't stand it anymore...

The eye sockets were suddenly red, and there was a mist of water in front of him, which was a little moist. In the narrow and long phoenix eyes, the ink eyes shone with a shining luster, which were tears.

"No... Mu Xiaoqing will be fine..."

Qiao Wei swallowed softly, and the fine crying sound continued in the corridor, suppressing the whole atmosphere.

Ye Yuchen bent down and sat on the bench. He touched his elbows against his knees and covered his eyes with his big palms, but after all tears slowly flowed from his eye sockets and dripped onto the suit.

Angina, severe pain, cramping.

Countless different methods of pain at the same time invaded his heart and even spread to the whole body, deep into the bone marrow meridian, and the apex of the heart and the blood that gradually cooled down...

She thought she was not married yet.

He knew that she was already his righteous wife.

As early as when she first moved into the Rose Garden, as early as when she had not fully opened up to him, as early as when he was first moved...

Now, she actually wanted to leave him.

"Ye Yuchen, you are just a waste..."

"Gong Lichuan, stop."

At this moment, Gong Lichuan rushed over furiously. He raised his fist and was about to hit Ye Yuchen's head, but Wen Shixian stopped him without hesitation.

Seeing his fist, he almost hit Wen Shixian's face, Gong Lichuan's eyes shrank suddenly, and suddenly stopped, "Xian'er! You..."

"It's not his fault." Wen Shixian frowned lightly, "Qing'er is discharged from the hospital. All of us agree."

Gong Lichuan held back the monstrous anger, turned around and slammed his fist against the wall, followed by a roar of anger.

Indeed, it was not Ye Yuchen's fault.

All of them are wrong... But is it wrong to help the dying patient and realize her last wish in life?

If you ask Mu Wanqing again, she might still not regret it.

The corridor outside the operating room once again fell into an unprecedented downturn. The quiet air reverberated with a slight whispering sound. In addition, it was so depressed that he could hardly even breathe...

Time passed by every minute.

The setting sun slanted westward, the sunset glow gradually converged after the moon, and the sparse stars hung in the night sky, but the red light in the operating room was still on.

"Have something to eat."

Xiang Yang bought some food, he put the handbag on the bench beside it, but no one moved.

Finally, the door of the operating room was pushed open.

The red light was still on, Wen Yuzhe walked out of the operating room in a white coat, looking tired.

"How is it?" Gong Lichuan rushed forward and asked anxiously, "Did Qing'er come to the rescue? Speak!"