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

Si Xue's body was trembling slightly.

She covered her cheeks with her hands, and suddenly wept, "She is innocent, and the emperor is also innocent... Why can't my brother let it go, why does he want revenge?"

Si Xue knew it too well.

In recent years, in order to get revenge, the priest has come into contact with the underworld he has never contaminated, and even by means of killing people, he has become the young master of the blood sacrifice pavilion and the second in command of the world's largest gang.

He did too many things that shouldn't be done, repeatedly targeting Ye Yuchen, and now... even targeting Mu Wanqing.

She really didn't want the priest to do this.

She also really believed that there must be another reason behind Ye Chengkun's car that suddenly failed!

"Miss, don't do that."

The maid caressed Si Xue's back heartily, "I have wronged you too much in recent years, and the young master is not wrong..."

Yes, there is nothing wrong with the priest.

But no one is wrong, no one should be involved.

Si Xue swallowed, and a little cold sweat slowly came out on her forehead, and her stump was severely painful, as if she had just been amputated from a high position.

"Miss! Miss, what's wrong with you..."

Seeing this, the maid immediately became a little flustered, "Don't worry, let's go to the doctor!"

When the voice fell, the other maids immediately rushed out of the ward, led the doctor in, and checked Si Xue's condition.

...

Mu Wanqing still leads a boring life.

Except that breathing became more and more difficult, she also seemed to be no different from ordinary people.

"Yu Chen, I'm so tired." Mu Wanqing chirped her small mouth, and she raised her eyes to look at the ceiling, feeling more and more that the load of the heart made her a little unbearable.

Ye Yuchen's heart suddenly hurt, "Where is it uncomfortable?"

He immediately stretched out his hand and stroked her cheek with his big palm, his voice softened and softened, and he put the phone away.

He has been in contact with the fit heart.

There are many families of dying patients who are willing to sell their hearts to Ye Yuchen at a high price in the form of organ donations, but the matching has never been successful.

"There is nothing uncomfortable." Mu Wanqing gently shook her head, she reached out and grabbed Ye Yuchen's clothes corner, "I want to sleep with you. I haven't held you to sleep for a long time..."

She missed the night when she was acting like a baby in his arms.

When she was in the rose garden, she was able to rush into his arms every night, occasionally tempting him like a guilty act, but she didn't give...

But now, she is lying on the hospital bed.

She even had an operation, and Ye Yuchen never dared to sleep with her because of the unhealed incision.

He was afraid that the girl was making noise in his arms and he accidentally entered the operating room again. He really couldn't bear it anymore.

"Good?" Mu Wanqing's voice was soft.

She looked at Ye Yuchen's eyes, which were clear and full of hope, and the watery appearance made the man unable to refuse.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, "Okay."

After all, Mu Wanqin's wound had healed, and Ye Yuchen turned over and gently hugged the girl in his arms.

Mu Wanqing burst into a smile instantly. She was lying on her side, her hairy head gently rubbed against his chest, her lotus arm resting on his waist, "It's great."

She raised her pink lips and closed her eyes contentedly.

Mu Wanqing was really tired.

Her heart seemed to be very heavy, and she was constantly falling down. Sometimes due to poor blood circulation, she was dizzy or even black in front of her eyes.

Especially breathing, so difficult.

"Go to sleep." Ye Yuchen stroked her back lightly.

Soon, the girl entered a sweet dream, and even babbled in her dream, "Ye Yuchen, I don't want to leave you..."