Chapter 2007

Wind poured into the brain, ginger warm ears buzzing.

She asked where the collapse was and ran in that direction regardless of everything.

The edge of the shoes makes the heel ache, which can't compare with heartache.

Mingming wind is whistling in the past, but her mind is blank.

Nothing, nothing.

Fu Yi.

She has heard his name for a long time. Before, she hated him the most, because he was the child next door. He was excellent, perfect, flawless, and made himself worthless.

Later... My cousin came to him to tutor for him. He became his "chemistry teacher" in senior three. Later, she pestered him, tried to get into his university, and pestered him to live in his apartment

Ginger warm tears Susu down, tears rolling down the cheek, the wind on both sides of the face pain.

In front of her eyes, she couldn't see clearly. She didn't even have the strength to wipe her tears. She ran with her left leg on her right.

She didn't care who she passed.

They're not divorced yet

Why did he die

All of a sudden.

A heavy force in her hand gripped her arm.

"Jiang Nuan!"

Anxiously, the sound passes through the ear to the brain.

She had a thrill.

Stop blankly, turn around, bump into a pair of hot deep pupil.

"Fu Ju, lie down quickly."

Other medical staff were scared to death, advised and pulled.

Yi Hengjian's expression is also very ugly, pressing his shoulder, "Fu Yi, what are you doing, you don't want to die!"

Fu Yi just stares at the bewildered little woman. Her throat knot rolls, but she doesn't care about the injuries all over her body. She pulls people into her arms.

"Well, no more."

Well, he's dying!

Her face was very white, and there were tears on her cheeks. Her eyes were red and looked at him with surprise and fear, as if he had thrown his heart, liver, five viscera and intestines into the washing machine.

It was not until he pulled the man at the top of his heart into his arms that his chest was filled with a sense of sureness.

Fu Yi held the back of her head in one hand and pressed her on his chest. It was like coaxing children. He whispered, "OK, it's OK. It's warm. It's all my fault. It's OK. I'm ok. Don't be afraid."

Jiang Nuan's body was stiff, and it took ten seconds to recover. He suddenly broke away from his arms and watched him sitting on the stretcher covered with blood, his lips shaking uncontrollably.

"Fu Yi?"

This time is not called Fu bureau? Fu Yi wanted to smile. He coughed in a dull voice, vomited a mouthful of blood, nodded with a smile, "it's me. Do you listen to who said it? Don't worry, I'm ok, don't worry..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Nuan suddenly stood on tiptoe, hooked his neck and stuck his red lips on it.

It smells of rust.

It's blood.

His lips are not warm at all. It's so cold that she is afraid.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Nuan's face looks very bad. She apologizes awkwardly first. The long bangs block her eyes, making people unable to see the emotion in her eyes.

Fu Yi didn't expect that she would rush into her arms and make such a bold move. She was stunned for a moment. Until her lips left, she smashed them. She regretted her slow reaction and didn't hold her to deepen the kiss just now.

He took the little woman by the wrist and pulled her in front of him. "Kiss me and I'll apologize. I should apologize to you every day."

He kisses her thousands of times in his heart. Shouldn't he apologize?