Could it be that she suffered from some incurable disease?
He still didn't understand why Chu Yilun was so desperate, but he knew that if it wasn't a last resort, Chu Yilun would not be so willing to risk his own life. That woman... He sighed softly, it seemed that she was really like a rose.
What the lady said is that beauty is a disaster?
When he picked up all the pills, he saw Chu Yilun leaning weakly on the car seat, his handsome and pale face like a white paper with blood loss, and blood gushing out from the corners of his tight lips with bubbles.
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"Your Majesty, please forgive Sam for offending!"
Sam gritted his teeth, picked up a pill, held Chu Yilun, who was almost unconscious, on his shoulders, clamped his tight jaw, asked him to open his mouth, and forced the pill into his mouth.
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*********************I am the dividing line of infatuation***************************
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The plane slowly flew into the Golden Triangle in Southeast Asia.
There are many mountains and plains.
Above the clouds, the sun shines brightly.
Under the clouds, light rain fell like silk under the plane.
In the dense forest vegetation, looking down from the sky, you can vaguely see a black asphalt road winding through the jungle.
Both sides of the road are lined with tall sycamore trees, and you can imagine the scene of tung trees blooming all over the ground in spring.
At this moment, the forests all over the mountains and fields dyed red by autumn look colorful and gorgeous, with a unique scenery like the setting sun.
It's a pity that this rain will probably knock down many of the swaying red leaves on the branches.
Cheng Lili sat near the window and looked through the window at the endless dense mountain forest below.
On the way, the helicopter she was riding in Soyaq stopped in Spain, a strip of water, and changed to a real private aviation plane.
She noticed that this plane was not the same one that Yesilo took her to Soya last time.
The colors are different, and so are the designs and furnishings inside.
But, the same luxurious luxury and comfort.
The captain and stewardess also looked like they were from Southeast Asia.
She didn't know how rich this Yesilo was. Perhaps, the term "rich as a country" was not untrue or exaggerated when applied to him.
Ever since she got on the plane, she had been suppressed in her seat and had not seen the man again.
Although, she immediately asked to see this man as soon as she got on the plane.
However, no one paid attention to her.
Several well-dressed bodyguards stood in front of and behind her in shifts, wearing black sunglasses and black suits, as if she was a prisoner being escorted with a severe sentence. If she was not careful, she would jump out of the plane and escape from control.
Although the seat was designed to be very user-friendly, she still felt vaguely uncomfortable. The pregnant woman who was three and a half months pregnant was still in the stage of morning sickness, not to mention that she was still extremely excited.
In shock and joy.
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In a word, she couldn't sort out the messy emotions in her heart.
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She just felt that her whole body was extremely excited. She looked around, but she didn't find Yesuluo at all.
How did he escape from that fight?
Didn’t the news media in China unanimously report that he had been killed?
Could it be that this man really has nine lives as rumored?