Lucky to Have You Till the End

Even after several days, those wounds still looked shocking.

She couldn't imagine how painful he was at that time!

Her eyes were blurred and her breathing tightened unconsciously.

He was so badly injured, but she knew nothing.

Thought he had an affair with Qiao Fei and betrayed their marriage.

She's so damned!

Seeing that she was crying hard, Mo Chiwei quickly put on her shirt and buttoned it up, "It's all over, it's okay, don't cry."

Tang Xinyan's heart was still clutching tightly, and it was terribly uncomfortable.

She clasped his sturdy arm with both hands and choked and asked, "Is it the injury from the car that night?" But the wound looked like it had been burned--

Mo Chiwei's big palm held her tearful face, rough finger pads wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes, and said in a low voice, "Brother Biao put a time bomb in the ruby ​​ring to save Xiao Yi. Wounded."

Tang Xinyan's long eyelashes drenched in the mist of tears kept trembling, her lips trembled fiercely, "Wei Mo Chi, why are you being so good to me?"

"Fool, you are my wife, who is good for you?"

"But you don't love me."

Mo Chiwei kissed her eyelids with pity, "If you don't always mention divorce or break up, I will love you."

Why does he love her?

Love is love, not love is not love, how can it be impossible?

But she didn't want to think so much anymore, her little hand stroked the injured area on his back, "Does it still hurt?"

Mo Chiwei was even hit by a bullet and almost died. In his past life, injuries were commonplace, and he didn't feel that the injury on his back was so painful or unbearable.

But this little woman in front of her is different. She has not experienced a **** world. Seeing him hurt, she will feel uncomfortable, guilty, and blame herself.

Therefore, I didn't want her to know.

"It doesn't hurt."

Tang Xinyan stared at him with big eyes, "How could it not hurt so badly?" Today she rolled down the hillside and scratched her arm, and her heart trembled with pain.

"Are you made of steel?"

"Silly girl, it's okay for a man to get hurt."

Tang Xinyan looked at his cold and handsome silhouette, and various emotions surged in her heart.

She felt sorry for him, but he made an understatement, not worth mentioning.

What has he experienced before?

"I think the wound is encrusted. Why don't you stay in the hospital for a few more days?" She felt terribly uncomfortable at the thought of not answering his phone, and she raised her hand to shake her face.

Mo Chiwei hurriedly stopped her movement, his eyes darkened a little, and the angular face became sharp, "What are you doing?"

"It's all my fault, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't get hurt..."

Before he finished speaking, he was forced into his arms.

In an instant, she hugged his thin waist back.

Lie on her chest, crying silently, he didn't say anything any more, and the big palm gently comforted her trembling shoulders.

It wasn't until a piece of his shirt was wet that her mood slowly stabilized, raising her red and swollen eyes, she whispered, "Wei Mo Chi, I'm hungry."

"Okay, you change your clothes first."

Tang Xinyan went into the bathroom, looking at the woman in the mirror crying embarrassedly, she bit her lip.

If in the future, he wants to get something from her, she will definitely give it to him.

It's just that she didn't expect that the thing he wanted later completely broke her heart and made her die.