Bo Yeyuan's body was filled with the aura of death, as if he were the incarnation of the God of Death. The next second he would take away his soul with a sickle.
"Who assigned you to send it?" A hoarse voice came from hell...
The two servants shivered and said, "The young lady ordered us to deliver it."
"Lying..." Bo Yeyuan bent down slightly and grabbed a servant's collar, but his fingers seemed to have no strength and his body was about to fall down like a majestic swaying mountain.
Lake supported his body and comforted him: "I don't think Miss Li can be so heartless. This flower should not be sent by her."
He said the wrong thing last night and almost caused the young master to die. He carefully weighed his words.
"It was really the young mistress who ordered it. The wreath still has her signature..." The servant was frightened by the beating and said with a sad face.
Bo Feier looked at the wreath in surprise: "It really has her signature!"
Bo Yeyuan's body shook and he coughed lowly... muffledly.
Bo Feier took off the sticker and came over. The note had words to commemorate the death of the person in printed fonts, and at the signature, Li Qiyu's handwriting was written.
Bo Yeyuan held the note, his lips pressed into a tight line and trembling, his pale face gradually turned livid. He bent down with difficulty and picked up the dirty bouquet on the ground, surrounded by white stars.
daisy……
She thought he was dead and never came to see him. She really would not come and would never come.
Old Mrs. Bo became more and more angry as she thought about it. She waved her cane and knocked over several wreaths, asking people to throw the unlucky things out of the hospital immediately.
Bo Yeyuan held a large bouquet of chrysanthemums and turned around with difficulty. Not a single flower in the wreath was missing, and they were all sent to him in the intensive care unit. Everyone present changed their expressions after hearing this.
…
The wreath was too eye-catching, so Lake found some bottles and said, "Master, I will remove all these flowers for you, put them in bottles and keep them."
Bo Yeyuan was lying on the bed, his handsome face covered with the aura of death, cold and terrifying: "No one is allowed to move..."
"With water, can you live longer?"
This reason persuaded the young master, and Lake asked the servants to carefully take down the wreath, not missing a single flower, and put them in five large bottles and place them on the windowsill.
It was as if Li Qiyu was wearing a long white dress, sitting on the windowsill, smiling with Hong Xiang's lips, stroking her swollen belly and looking at him with a smile: [I have Beitang Feng's child, and I will marry him soon...]
He didn't want to see anyone, so the doctor re-infused him with fluids and everyone was kicked out.
※※※"Forbidden Love President, 7-Night Rules" QQ reading first release※※※
At night, the entire hospital was deathly silent.
Only the nurse changes Bo Yeyuan's medicine every two hours, and Reike goes to check on the situation every half hour to keep the young master's quiet place.
The nurse walked down the corridor carrying the tray, and the bodyguard standing guard opened the door for her.
Li Qiyu walked into the ward and could smell a strong smell of medicine through the mask...
Bo Yeyuan was lying on the hospital bed, one hand bent stiffly, holding a large handful of white chrysanthemums.
Her heart seemed to be entangled in vines, and every step was pierced by thorns. The short distance exhausted her courage, and seeing him again felt like a lifetime ago.
Bo Yeyuan was extremely haggard, with a pale face and a handsome and thin face. When they met again a year later, she did not take a closer look at him, and she realized that he had really lost a lot of weight.
Bo Yeyuan, why do I have to care about your life and death?