President, you're just a spare tire

Chapter 177 Unswerving Until Death: Always Remember Me
"The reason why Ah Tu got hurt was because of me..."

"In order to make you hate Chang Yihuan... I did a lot of bad things..."

"Yes... sorry..."

"Cough..." Bai Xinzhe coughed.

Su Yaoyang hurriedly changed her into a more comfortable position. He tried to put Bai Xinzhe back on the ground to lie flat, but Gu Manluo refused to let go of his hand no matter what.

"No, don't let me go...just give me...a few minutes...just..."

"You know, how difficult it is to count your sins in front of the man you love. If... if... I'm not... dying... I... really don't... have the courage to say this..."

Bai Xinzhe's pupils gradually began to dilate, but she did not let go of Su Yaoyang's hand.

Bai Xinzhe's consciousness gradually blurred, and his eyes looking at Su Yaoyang also began to close.

"Jan, promise me one thing... is that okay?"

Su Yaoyang nodded, "Anything is fine, as long as you can say it."

"After I die, bury me in Chang Yihuan's cemetery..."

Of course Su Yaoyang understood what she meant by the cemetery.

Five years ago, everyone thought that Chang Yihuan had died. At that time, he hired Mr. Feng Shui to specially choose that cemetery for Chang Yihuan. It was surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery was beautiful.

Bai Xinzhe saw that he didn't agree for a long time, her eyes that were about to close suddenly opened again, "Is it okay?"

"Why there? There are many better places than that place." Su Yaoyang was puzzled.

Bai Xinzhe suddenly laughed, "Because...because...your tears are there, you...in that...place...the tears...weep the most..."

Su Yaoyang was stunned.

"Forget it, since you don't want to, I won't force you..."

"I just hope...after I die...you will plant...a cherry blossom tree in front of my grave..."

"This...requirement...isn't...high?"

Bai Xinzhe's smile gradually spread.

In this life, if you can't be Su Yaoyang's most beloved woman, let her be Su Yaoyang's most unforgettable woman.

Su Yaoyang, I want you to always remember that a woman died in your arms.

Su Yaoyang nodded.

Bai Xinzhe suddenly closed her eyes, "Su-Yao-Yang, I-love-you, will always-remember-me, okay?"

Su Yaoyang had a sore nose, tears fell, and a drop happened to land on Bai Xinzhe's lips.

Bai Xinzhe's smile grew stronger, she rolled the tear into her mouth and swallowed it.

"Before I die, I can...see the tears you shed for me, so happy..."

As if remembering something again, Bai Xinzhe opened her closed eyes again, but her eyes could no longer see black, "By the way, I want to tell... tell you... one thing..."

"Su Yaohui...tomorrow...in the...Catholic Church...and Chang Yihuan...to get married..."

"Remember...it's...Poor Street...the...Catholic Church..."

Bai Xinzhe slowly closed his eyes.

Su Yaoyang lowered his head for a long time. He didn't hear Bai Xinzhe's voice for a long time. He raised his head to look at her again, only to find that she smiled so sweetly.

Su Yaoyang knew why she was smiling so sweetly. He hugged Bai Xinzhe's body that was getting colder, kicked away the corpse under his feet, and walked down the mountain step by step.

"Xiao Zhe, I'll take you home..."

Su Yaoyang never thought that he would accept the love of a woman.

Especially that woman has always been someone he hates, and he didn't even look at her directly.

But now, she used her life to compose a song in front of Su Yaoyang, and it was hard for Su Yaoyang not to remember her.

Su Yaoyang knew that in this life, he was doomed to let this woman down.

However, he has no regrets.

Chang Yihuan sat in a daze by the window again, it had been raining all day and night, and the whole city entered a kind of chill.

She hugged herself, autumn really came.

Inexplicably, there was still a feeling of uneasiness lingering in her heart.

She vaguely felt that there was still a smell of blood spreading in this city, and it seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.

Smelling the scent of mud mixed with blood, she felt sick.

She hurried into the bathroom to let herself vomit.

Her morning sickness was serious. Su Yaohui stood outside the door, knocking and knocking, "Yihuan, how are you? What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine..." She turned the sound of the water to the maximum, trying to cover up the sound of her vomiting.

Subconsciously stroking the lower abdomen, baby, be good, okay?
If this continues, the bad guy will know that the mother is pregnant sooner or later. Once the bad guy finds out, he won't let us go.

"Yihuan, what's the matter with you?" Su Yaohui found the spare key, and Chang Yihuan heard the sound of the door lock turning.

She forced herself to swallow the desire/desire to vomit again, glanced at her pale face in the mirror, and hurriedly rinsed and rinsed with cold water.

"I'm fine, maybe I'm not acclimatized..." She randomly found an excuse and looked at Su Yaohui who looked puzzled.

"The wedding is going to be held tomorrow, and I don't want my bride to vomit at the wedding..." Su Yaohui frowned.

Chang Yihuan has been throwing up every morning and sometimes after eating. These phenomena seem to indicate a problem.

The question he least wanted to think about.

"Are you sure you're really okay?" Su Yaohui came over and gave her the towel instead.

Chang Yihuan wiped his face clean and gave him a smile, "It's really fine. My stomach has always been bad. Over the years, when I was drinking too much, it broke."

Su Yaohui didn't say anything else, walked out of the bathroom with her, sat in front of the window with her arms around her waist, and watched the rain outside the window with her.

"I heard that you didn't try on the wedding dress..."

Su Yaohui used an affirmative tone.

Chang Yihuan didn't look at him, his eyes were focused on the rain outside the window, "I don't want to try."

"Why? Give me a reason!"

Chang Yihuan pushed his hand away, "There's no reason, I just don't want to try."

Su Yaoyang refused to let her wish, and put one hand on her chin, "Chang Yihuan, my patience has a limit, don't provoke me anymore!"

Chang Yihuan raised his eyes and met his eyes without hesitation, "Su Yaohui, don't be too despicable! Being despicable will not end well!"

Su Yaohui sneered, "It's not despicable that you often have fun, but what will happen to you?"

"Su Yaoyang doesn't want you!"

"He married Gu Manluo!"

"You're not despicable, which one of Bai Xinzhe and Gu Manluo doesn't stand on your head to shit and pee?"

"You..." Chang Yihuan turned away angrily, not wanting to talk to him.

Su Yaohui just refused to let her go, he pinched her shoulder, "Chang Yihuan, let me tell you, Tongtong is in my hands, if you are sensible, you should cooperate with me, otherwise..."

Chang Yihuan's eyes widened, she couldn't even believe her ears, "Tong-tong-is-on-your-hand?"

After repeating Su Yaohui's words, she really wished she could kill herself.

"You mean, you brought Tongtong out from Moge?"

"Moge's defense is so strict, how did you bring Tongtong out?"

(End of this chapter)