On the hospital bed, Qiao Weiwei carefully held the handrail at the head of the hospital bed, bent down and tried to pick up the phone that was accidentally touched by her.

She almost used all her strength in her body, but she still couldn't reach it.

My face turned red because of excessive force.

"Jiao Weiwei...you trash, can't you even pick up a broken cell phone that fell to the ground now...!" Qiao Weiwei struggled to move her body to the edge of the hospital bed, held the handrail, bent down again, trying to grab the cell phone on the ground.

"Bang..." The center was unstable and the whole person fell heavily to the ground.

The two elbows collided with the cold and hard floor, and the heart-wrenching pain spread in the body...

"Ah!" She lay on the cold ground, so painful that she didn't even want to move.

She lay on the ground for a long time until her elbows no longer hurt so much, until the cold temperature on the ground spread to her whole body, and she struggled to sit up. Her hands were hung weakly on her side...

She felt so frustrated, really frustrated.

She is really useless now and can even fall to the ground if she picks up something.

This feeling is really bad.

He picked up the cell phone on the ground, raised his hand, and threw it hard on the ground.

In an instant, the phone was broken in half.

"No...I can't do this, I must stand up, I don't want to be a useless person! Don't!" She red eyes, gritted her teeth, and kept shaking her head.

His hand grabbed the handrail of the bedside again and tried to stand up.

She almost pressed all her strength on her hands.

Finally stood up, and as soon as he left the handrail, his feet were weak and he fell heavily to the ground again.

At this moment, she finally knew what it means to have the will but not have the strength.

She still refused to admit defeat, moved her body again, grabbed the handrail, and tried to stand up again...

However, this time, before I could stand up, my whole body fell to the ground again.

Irritability and despair, surging like sea water, as if I was about to swallow her whole body.

He raised his hand and a scorching slap was printed on his left face.

She hoped that this was just a nightmare, and she hoped that the pain would make her wake up from her dream soon.

"Jiao Weiwei! You waste! Waste! This is just a nightmare. You are still awakening from the dream! You are still awakening!" His hands slapped his cheeks alternately.

The scorching pain did not make her stop the movements in her hands.

"Woman! What are you doing!" Liang Bo, who was pushing the door, saw this scene, immediately stepped forward quickly, half-kneeled on the ground, and grabbed her wrists...

"Get out! Let me go! Go and find your beautiful wife Sun Xiaoran! What are you doing when you come to me like this waste!" She struggled hard, screamed, trying to break free from his restraints.

Her appearance made him angry and made her feel distressed.

The movement of holding her wrist increased again, and Qingcheng's face was covered with displeasure. His bottomless eyes looked at her and ordered: "Be honest with me!"

"How is it about me? What does it have to do with you? Go and find Sun Xiaoran! Don't worry about me!" She yelled heart-wrenchingly, tears falling like rain.

"You are my woman! How can I ignore you! You cheer me up a little, didn't you say it? We still have 50% chance, didn't you say it, I will take you to the United States tomorrow! Didn't you say it! I will cure you!"

He grabbed her wrists with one hand and squeezed her swollen cheeks with the other. At the end, his voice became hoarse, and he trembled as he pinched her cheeks.

"It's fifty percent, not 100%..." she said in despair.

"In the afternoon, did you instruct Liang Yi to kill Sun Xiaoran?"

"How did you know..."

"I told me the cold."

"Hmph...humph...humph...I really hate, I really hate, I really hate! I thought Sun Xiaoran would die in Liang Yi's hands this afternoon... Who knew that Sister Chu Yu and Su Qingcheng would save her? She is really lucky!" Speaking of this, her red eyes became empty and dim again, and her pupils were so big that there was no focal length.

"How could you let Liang do that!"

“…”

Suddenly, she felt very powerless, very powerless.

It seems that I don’t even have the strength to move my mouth.

Looking at her, he slowly let go of his hand that was holding her cheeks, sighed, picked her up horizontally, and placed it on the bed.

After covering her with a quilt, he took off his brown wool coat and hung it on the wall, then sat on the sofa beside the bed...

He reached out his hand and carefully wiped the tears on her cheeks. The redness and swelling on her face deeply hurt his heart.

He only felt that he was suffering in hell at this moment.

No matter how cold and cruel he is, he will never have any way to face her.

If possible, he would rather give all he had and only exchange for the health and safety of this woman.

"Master Bo, go, I want to be alone and quiet." Closed your eyes, Qiao Weiwei moved her pale lips and said in that hoarse voice.

"I'll be here to accompany you."

"One day I will kill Sun Xiaoran with my own hands, and I will use my own hands!"

"..." He paused silently, wiping her tears, and then continued.

"..." She snorted coldly, curled up the corners of her lips, and closed her eyes tightly.

She just wanted to fall asleep quickly.

Only sleep can make her forget her pain.

After a long time of struggle, she was tired of crying, and she fell asleep.

But he was completely sleepy.

He stood up gracefully and walked to the balcony with his slender legs.

Holding the railing with his hands, lighting a cigarette, and smoking quietly.

A face is covered with a layer of indelible sorrow and helplessness.

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At the same time, Ou Xiangbei and Zhou Chuyu's home.

After dinner, Zhou Chuyu and Xin Qing were sitting on the sofa and watching the shopping channel.

On the side, Ou Xiangbei was sitting on the floor, leaning lazily against his mother Xin Qing's calves, playing mobile games - Tiantian Cool Run.

What is being sold on TV is a stroller.

Xin Qing looked at the stroller on TV, turned her head to look at her son who was playing a childish game, raised her hand and "Pang!" and hit Ou Xiangbei hard on the head.

The blood was boiling when he was playing, and the concentric Ou Xiangbei was beaten by Qian Fang, and his heart trembled.

He looked at Qianfang for no reason, touched the place where he was beaten, and said, "Mom...what's wrong with me!"

"With this time to play childish games, why not let me go up and talk to Chu Yu and create people! Look at how cute this little baby on TV is, can't you give me a grandson to hug me?" As she said that, she stroked Ou Xiangbei's forehead hard and said.

On the side, Zhou Chuyu's face turned red when she heard Xin Qing's words and said nothing.

"Mom... I also want to go up with her to make a person! The problem is, didn't you ask us to watch TV with you?" Ou Xiangbei complained angrily.

Protest, he wants to protest, protest, and protest strongly!

"Okay, I'm sleepy too. You guys hurry up and go up and create people, hurry up..." As he said that, Xin Qing turned off the TV and said.
Chapter completed!