Mr. Fu hurt her to the bone

Chapter 691 Wei Zichen Sanskrit, who is outside the sweet episode, has nothing to worry about in this life
The mountain wind blows, and the only response to her is the sound of the wind blowing through the trees. She seems to be crazy, crying and laughing around looking for: "Seventh Brother, Seventh Brother...it's you, I know it's you...you Come out, Seventh Brother, come out, come out, okay? Ah Yin misses you so much, Ah Yin misses you so much... Seventh Brother, Seventh Brother..."

Her whole body collapsed and limply fell to the ground. Her grandfather burst into tears, and someone stepped forward to help Fanyin get up. Fanyin's eyes were out of focus, and she was dragged back to the car like a walking dead. The old man supported her distressedly. Shaking his head and sighing: "Silly boy, Zichen is long gone, gone..."

Who can escape such a big fire, he doesn't want to believe it, he doesn't want to believe it, but what can he do if he doesn't believe it, the dead cannot be resurrected, and the living still have to live in pain day by day.

Fanyin gritted her teeth to death and refused to speak. She was holding the thin black rope in her hand, and the palm of the wooden sign was soft and painful, but she refused to shed a tear.

She knew that he would not die. How could a person like him be buried in a sea of ​​flames? He had taught her to leave a way out for herself in everything, so how could he not leave a way out for herself.

In the burned villa, there might be some secret passageway that could allow him to escape.

The red rope wooden sign he gave her is a pair with the one he used to wear on his wrist, except that his is black, but the one she picked out in the mud now, she just glanced at it. It can be seen that it is not the one he wore in the past, the texture is a bit rough, and the technique is clumsy, but she just knows that it is his.

No one knew the secret of the wooden sign, because she had never worn it on her wrist before, and apart from Wei Zichen, no third person knew their secret.

She won't cry anymore, he is alive, he is still alive, why should she cry.

And Sanskrit grew up with him when he was young, and the tacit understanding between the two has always been the envy of others.

She calmed down, and soon understood his intentions. He dare not show his face now, because Quentin is powerful, his grandfather is old, and he is charged with killing his biological father. There is no escape from death.

So he came to destroy his own cemetery and took away his ashes. He tried to alienate the relationship between his grandfather and Quentin a little bit, and then hiding in the dark, as long as he seized the opportunity, he would definitely be able to kill Quentin again. Ting was trampled to death.

She believed in him, she had always believed in him, believed that he could accomplish anything in this world, and believed that he was still Wei Zichen who was above ten thousand people.

She will help him, help him return to the world.

Seventh brother, you are not alone, you still have me, even if it is my life, I will take back everything you lost.

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Holding the cold and heavy urn, Wei Zichen staggered along the dark mountain road like a lonely ghost.

He has always deeply remembered that fire, the feeling of the tongue of fire licking his body and burning his flesh into coke, and the moment when the explosion was about to explode, how his father and his loyal subordinates who had followed him for many years exhausted the last A trace of strength pushed him into the dark and cold secret passage, and he cried out heart-piercingly, watching their figures being swept away by the flames, burned to ashes, and then blown into powder by the continuous explosions, No bones remained.

He knew that his father wanted him to live, even if he was neither human nor ghost.

But later, he thought countless times that he should leave with his father that day.

What is the meaning of his life in this world?
In the past, he wanted to work hard to find his biological mother, and then hugged her on her lap, letting her touch his hair and call his baby name.

Later, he had Sanskrit, and he wanted to be with her for the rest of his life, so the two of them stayed together forever, but Sanskrit never loved him, she was always running away, thinking of running away.

In that fire, the one who died instead of him was Ah Yin, whom she had secretly liked since she was a child. He survived later and heard that she married Quentin. He knew what kind of temperament she was. If she didn't want to, she would rather die. Will not marry, since she is married, it means she is willing.

In the past, she was not even afraid of him, the Seventh Brother who covered the sky with one hand, and dared to run away without a trace. How could she submit to Quentin's subordinates?

Wei Zichen's footsteps became slower and slower, until finally, the moon slowly rose into the middle of the sky, and he stood alone in the dense forest, like a homeless mountain ghost.

He hugged the urn tightly in his arms, which contained Axian's ashes, the ashes of Axian whom Sanskrit liked.

If she knew, she would hate him even more.

He lost his prestigious status, and he will never be recognized and loved by his mother.

Sanskrit is married, and without him in her heart, family affection and love are all in vain. He has no meaning in living in this world. Seeing her today to worship him, no matter if she really misses him or forces herself to , he has no regrets.

Revenge, what about revenge on Quentin, he bears the reputation of killing his biological father, and the family still can't tolerate him, his face is burnt like this, so why go out to scare people.

Wei Zichen laughed out loud, the laughter was deep and suppressed, but the chicks in the nest were startled and whimpered, he stroked Axian's urn in his arms, you died for me, what I lost There is very little that can be done for you.

Even, it has been so long since you died, but I have disturbed your lucid dreams.

Axian, you like Sanskrit so much, I think, you really want to go back to her.

After finishing this last matter, I don't have any worries anymore. Now Wei Zichen, if he dies wherever he wants, he will just become a piece of rotten meat. If someone with good intentions can bury me It is also a blessing from the previous life.

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Quentin didn't expect that Sanskrit would dare to come to the hospital like this, and he wanted to publicize it so that everyone in the world would know that her wife came to the hospital to visit her husband.

It was also the first time for Quentin to see that haggard woman in plain clothes dressed so delicately and eye-catchingly.

How could the woman Wei Zichen fell in love with be so bad? In the past, she was already fresh and pleasant without makeup, let alone after such elaborate dressing up.

Quentin watched her approaching. Behind two rows of solemn bodyguards in black, she was dressed in white. Her long hair was like ink, and she was tied into a beautiful bun like clouds and mist. She was wearing complicated and eye-catching dresses and simple jewelry. , with only a pair of tourmaline earrings on her ears, nothing else--that face is enough.

Quentin was slashed by her and hated her to the bone, but seeing her completely different side at this moment, he couldn't help but be seduced by her.

Men like to fight for power and profit, and they prefer to conquer women, especially women who are their lifelong enemies.

Quentin narrowed his eyes, and rubbed the tip of his tongue on the back molars: "Madam, what's the matter today?"

He smiled, and the Sanskrit sound was a little brighter than his smile. She Shi Shiran walked to his bed, picked up a chair and sat down; "Why, my husband was injured and hospitalized, and the wife can't come to visit?"

Quentin also smiled: "Of course, it's just that my wife has forgotten how I got this injury?"

Fanyin smiled, "Husband and wife, fighting at the head of the bed and making peace at the end of the bed, do you really want to argue with me?"

"It's fine not to argue with you, my wife has to let me see my wife's sincerity..."

Sanskrit stretched out a white, tender and slender hand, and tapped a little between Quentin's eyebrows: "Then what about your sincerity as a husband? Is this what you should do to your wife?"

As she spoke, the circles of her eyes turned red at the right time. Quentin reached out and pinched her soft little hand in the palm of his hand, rubbing the back of her hand with his rough fingers, and the depths of his eyes were full of desire: "You almost cut my life, I How can I not hate you? But... if you are willing to follow me wholeheartedly from now on, I, Quentin, can also let the past go."

The Sanskrit voice softly lay on his arm: "Grandpa is seriously ill... I will not be able to protect me in the future, Quentin, I am just a weak woman, and I can live a day-to-day life. Now that I am married to you, I will accept my fate." It's..."

Quentin raised his hand to pinch her chin, and lifted her delicate face. Seeing the tears in her eyes, he thought of the news yesterday. Don't come to bed.

She knows the times, and now that she has no backing, she is here to show weakness. Quentin couldn't help but feel complacent. He pinched her chin with a little force, forcing her small mouth to open slightly. He bowed his head and sucked her lips, but the light in his eyes Nailed on her face, seeing her frowning slightly, she seemed a bit unwilling, but tears flashed, she closed her eyes and let him kiss obediently...

Quentin couldn't help feeling more complacent, but at this moment he regretted why Wei Zichen was burned to death, if he was burned to a cripple or something, now he can see how he slept with his woman.

only……

Quentin suddenly pushed Sanskrit away violently. It has been half a month since the operation, but there is still no response from him. The doctor just said that he still needs to observe, observe, observe, observe, shit!
If he really can't do it... Wei Fanyin, this female cousin!
Fanyin sat on the ground tremblingly, not daring to get close to him who was furious at this moment. Quentin endured a lot, but after seeing the two rows of bodyguards sent by the old man, he suppressed his anger little by little. .

He had to endure it until the old man left. If he dared to disobey him, Wei Zichen's fate would inevitably be his fate. There are too many people in the family who disobey him.

"You go back first." Quentin glanced at Sanskrit, saw her stand up tremblingly, and could barely walk with someone's support, knowing that she was really frightened this time.

The old man suddenly became seriously ill, and no one was protecting her. The global hunting order is not a child's play, and she may die on the street someday.

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