Quick-wearing fancy whitewashing strategy

Chapter 271 First Love False Pregnancy 39
Zeng Ziyu ran through countless red lights all the way, and when he stumbled to the hospital, Chu Xia had already been pushed into the emergency room.

The person outside the emergency room is Zhong Chule.

"Why are you here?" Zeng Ziyu grabbed Zhong Chule's collar with red eyes, and said angrily, "What happened!"

"I don't know, I don't know..." Zhong Chule said in a disjointed manner, "I don't know, she bumped into it by herself, I really don't know anything..."

As the red light flickered on and off, Zeng Ziyu's mood also rose and fell.

When the lights finally went out and the door of the emergency room opened, Zeng Ziyu couldn't wait to rush up.

"How is it? Doctor, how is my wife?"

When the doctor heard Zeng Ziyu mention "wife", a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

"My condolences," said the doctor.

Zeng Ziyu seemed to have been drained of all the strength in his body.

The doctor glanced at him, "Go in now, and you can still see her one last time."

Hearing this, Zeng Ziyu was taken aback for a moment, then quickly stood up, tidied up his appearance and walked in.

"Yanyan." As soon as he called out the name, and then looked at Chu Xia who was lying on the hospital bed, his voice choked up uncontrollably.

I couldn't even hold back the tears.

One big drop fell on the hospital bed.

"Don't, don't be sad, Ziyu. Yang Xinyan really, really loves you, but she made a mistake, a wrong thing. She, because, because she was jealous of Zhong Chule, lied, lied to you. She, she actually lied to you. No, not pregnant. You, you, forgive her please, okay, no, okay—”

The last word "good" seemed to be infinitely elongated, Chu Xia's hand that was desperately trying to raise it fell down feebly, and the whole person lost his vitality.

Zeng Ziyu grabbed Chu Xia's hanging hand and broke down in tears, "I know, I know, I already knew. Xinyan, I never blamed you, wake up, okay, okay... you Wake up, I promise you everything, everything, promise you..."

"Ziyu," Zhong Chule walked in, "don't be too sad..."

"Get out!" Zeng Ziyu didn't seem to look at her, "Get out! Xinyan doesn't like you, you go out..."

"Ziyu, calm down," Zhong Chule walked in, and she looked at Zeng Ziyu patiently and gently.

Her gentle tone and the outline of her face similar to Yang Xinyan made Zeng Ziyu stunned for a moment, as if Yang Xinyan was standing in front of his eyes.

"Xinyan..."

Zeng Ziyu was dumbfounded, and reached out to touch Zhong Chule's cheek.

But at this moment, I remembered the intermittent voice of Chu Xia before his death.

"Yang Xinyan really, really loves you, but she made a mistake, a wrong thing. She, because, because she was jealous of Zhong Chule..."

love you, jealous...

These words kept echoing in Zeng Ziyu's mind.

Just when his hand was about to touch Zhong Chule's cheek, he suddenly trembled.

The hand was retracted like an electric shock.

"Get out!"

Zhong Chule finally ran out crying.

Zeng Ziyu returned to the hospital bed in a daze, looking at Yang Xinyan's lifeless body, motionless.

It's like a sculpture.

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At this time, in the system space.

107 didn't understand again, it asked: "Zeng Ziyu is so indecisive, he almost regarded Zhong Chule as you just after you died, so he really won't get back together with Zhong Chule in the future?"

"Isn't it good to make a string of codes? Why are there so many problems?" Chu Xia tapped 107, mocking, but still explained to it, "Do you think those WeChat messages before my death were white-haired? The last chat record before was with Zhong Chule. Even if I died, I was hit by Zhong Chule. Even if it was because I ran a red light, the car that hit me was also Zhong Chule."

"Isn't that enough for Zeng Ziyu to respond?"

Chu Xia sneered, "However, if he still wants to reunite with Zhong Chule in the future, then I can only admit that my skills are not up to standard, and I have nothing to say about fuck."

"Okay, hurry up and go to the next world." Chu Xia said to 107.

(End of this chapter)