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

The priest lowered his eyes, his eyes darkly looking at the suicide note, which made people unable to understand what he was thinking at the moment.

"Jier..."

"I need time." The priest suddenly said, interrupting what Shen Jingshu hadn't said yet, with a cold attitude.

Shen Jingshu glanced sideways at Ye Shengkun.

She sighed lightly, then nodded, "We can't force you, you think about it."

The priest pressed his lips tightly. He looked sideways at the girl under the white hood, only to realize the pain of losing his only relative, which would become more intense and disintegrating when he was late.

He moved his eyes away and raised his chin slightly.

"Si Shao, I understand your feelings, but you still have to consider this matter as soon as possible." Zheng Bo said, "The best time for a heart transplant is within 6 hours after the donor heart is ischemia."

The priest took a deep breath.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, ignoring Zheng Bo, "I just want to be alone and get away."

Several people looked at each other, and then left the ward quietly, leaving a space for the priest alone.

The servants also went to the corridor and helped him close the door.

The priest squatted down and looked straight at his biological sister who had finally lost her breath in the hospital bed.

The arrogant and arrogant man, at this moment, was willing to give in for his only relative and bowed his head.

"Sher, is this your wish?"

The priest's voice was a little hoarse, his eyes were red, and the bottom of his eyes was dissatisfied with red blood, which made people look particularly distressed.

After losing his parents overnight and almost losing his biological sister, the priest at that moment turned into a cold-blooded person, a monster with almost no emotions.

But today, his heart still hurts.

But it was only heartbroken and still did not make her cry.

"Brother has never in his life... helped you realize any wish." The priest's eyes were hollow.

He spit out a few words Shen Che, "Then this time, I hope my Cher will be happy, okay?"

The voice fell, and the priest stood up.

...

Mu Wanqing's ward.

Mu Wanqing still did not wake up.

During this time, she slept peacefully...maybe unsteady, but no one knew how she felt.

Ye Yuchen sat wearily on the chair next to the hospital bed. As Mu Wanqing's deadline approached day by day, his heart was gradually being wiped out by reality.

Until the priest came to him.

Ye Yuchen raised her eyelids slowly, rubbing her brows with her fingers, "What's the matter?"

The priest snorted coldly, "I beg for help, is this attitude?"

Hearing this, Ye Yuchen's long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed.

He raised his eyes to look at the priest, then stood up and slid his hands into his pockets, "So, Si Shaoken let go."

The priest raised his eyebrows lightly and said nothing.

He glanced sideways indifferently, and looked at Mu Wanqing who was lying on the hospital bed, the corners of his eyes looming awkwardly.

This woman is so beautiful even if she is dying.

The beauty is thrilling, and the sickly pale will only give birth to unstoppable love and regret.

"I have the conditions." The priest red lips lightly hooked.

Ye Yuchen's eyes shrank suddenly, and he stared at him tightly.

Ye Shengkun and Shen Jingshu will also look at him, their eyes full of hope, praying for Mu Wanqin.

"Give her the heart, yes."

The priest's eyes were as deep as a wolf, and the corners of his lips twitched, looking at Ye Yuchen jokingly, "But, what about my conditions..."

"You said." Ye Yuchen clenched his fists tightly.

The priest smiled darkly, and deliberately lengthened his voice, "You Ye Yuchen, you can't marry her."