Chapter 862

Feng Rong closed her eyes.

If it's just like this, it doesn't matter.

He found himself, too, changing.

Just met a few times.

But it seems that she remembers every move she makes.

Last night, in this bed.

She held herself in the arms of a real kiss.

Let him not control, kissed her.

At that moment, he seemed to understand why the men in the dream would react like that when they were killed by her.

All the men in the dream are dead.

Killed by the woman named Su Yan.

When they died one by one, there was no anger on their faces, as if to die in her hand was a willing thing.

Last night, he found himself overlapping with the man in his dream.

Want him killed by that woman?

Oh.

Funny.

So he plans to start first.

It's really when it comes to giving this order.

I don't know why. There is a rage in my heart.

Even he didn't understand what he was angry about.

Waiting for more than half an hour.

In my mind, the continuous picture flashed.

In the dream, once happened.

He was in a trance. He couldn't even tell whether it was a dream or a real one.

Red night news, said Miss, she was not dead.

I don't know why the anger in my heart is accumulating, but it dissipates all of a sudden.

I'm relieved.

Now, dreams come again.

Different from previous dreams.

Mixed and interwoven, it's all the pictures killed by Su Yan.

As if at that moment, he was the man in the dream.

Time after time, I've been killed.

It seems that no matter how many times you experience it, the ending is the same.

Feng's eyelids drooped and she lifted the glass placed on the table beside her.

Took a sip of water.

The pale lips are ruddy.

The hand with distinct bones tightly clenched the edge of the cup.

Murmuring

"Suyan"

the light is not turned on in the room.

He can only see his figure through the moonlight.

Low voice, quivering eyelashes.

One by one, the voice seemed to go into people's hearts.

······The next morning, Su Yan woke up early.

Standing in the living room, she hesitated for a while.

"Floret"

"en? Host "

"What can I take to the hospital for the wounded?"

As soon as Xiaohua heard Su Yan's words, she knew that she was talking about going to see Fengrong.

Immediately came the spirit

"wait, host."

After a while, listen to Xiaohua's affirmative voice

"host! Flowers! "

Su Yan blinks

"really

"Of course!"

Su Yan picked up the wallet on the table.

Look inside at the money.

"One hundred and eight."

This is all she has.

"Well, go to the florist first."

Thinking about this, Su Yan leaves the door.

Xiaohua hurries to

"host, there is huadian'ao beside the hospital."

"Good"

she is honest.

Half an hour later, when Su Yan stood in front of the flower shop.

Look at the twenty-two dollars left in your hand.

"Host, buy carnation," said Xiaohua

Su Yan nodded

"en"

so, ten minutes later.

Su Yan showed up at the door of the ward with three carnations.

One of them is still short of money. The boss thinks Su Yan is cute and cheap.

"Take these flowers to the next room."

As soon as she got to the door, she heard the sound of red night.

After that, I saw a dozen black bodyguards transporting various flower baskets, carnations and gifts from the ward.

The flowers piled up at the door, pile by pile, I don't know. I thought who got married from the hospital.