Wu Qiuyao looked at Yan Mengzhen's eyes, suddenly stood up, and said seriously: "Yan Mengzhen, I'm here, follow me."
Wu Qiuyao slowly approached Yan Mengzhen and stretched out his hand, and was extremely serious.
Yan Mengzhen looked at Wu Qiuyao's eyes and then at Ke Yihan. She was just about to speak, but Ke Yihan grabbed her hand, but didn't say anything, and just pulled it like this.
Yan Mengzhen looked at Ke Yihan's hand. She didn't know what to say for a moment. She was silent, time seemed to have stopped. The three of them didn't speak, and their heartbeats were clearly heard.
"Yan Mengzhen, hold my hand and follow me." Wu Qiuyao said again.
Yan Mengzhen looked at Wu Qiuyao's eyes, then looked at Ke Yihan's hand, and finally compromised: "Wu Qiuyao, I will not give up on this matter, but I must first let Ke Yihan agree, after all, he is my husband,
This is the most basic help, I'm sorry."
Wu Qiuyao stretched out his hand and finally withdrew it. This sentence, he is my husband. When she said it, it will always be so powerful that he has no reason to refuse.
"I'm sorry." Yan Mengzhen said apologetically.
"It's okay, I'll wait for your good news, I'll leave first, but Yan Mengzhen, remember, I'll wait for you in the old place every day until you wait for you." After Wu Qiuyao finished speaking, he quickly got up and left.
Yan Mengzhen looked at Wu Qiuyao's back as she left, and she lost her appetite. She stood up and left, but her hand was still pulled by Ke Yihan.
"I'm going to go to bed." Yan Mengzhen frowned and said.
Ke Yihan did not let go and directly pulled Yan Mengzhen's hand upstairs.
Yan Mengzhen sat on the bed, looking listless, and she was very unhappy. Ke Yihan did not comfort her. She just gently took off her clothes and was pointed at her and said, "Put the medicine for my wound."
Yan Meng was stunned and looked up at the wound behind him. It should be the burned place in Bali. She stood up gently, and her beautiful fingertips passed by. She poked her red lips and said, "Save me."
, why not say it?”
Ke Yihan was stunned and asked in confusion: "Do you know?"
"Of course I know, do you think Wu Qiuyao would be so stingy? He told me that you sacrificed your life to save me, but why didn't you tell me?" Yan Mengzhen sighed and asked softly.
He concealed it because he didn't want her to know, or did he want Yan Ning to misunderstand it. This is a problem.
"Tell you? Then what?" Ke Yihan asked back.
In fact, he had no chance to tell her that she had returned home so quickly and had no time to say anything else.
"At least let me know that you are not such a cruel person, nor are you such a cold-blooded person, do you still feel pain?" Yan Mengzhen asked in a low voice.
Ke Yihan turned around suddenly, and Yan Mengzhen said unhappily: "What are you doing?"
"He kissed you?" Ke Yihan's big hand gently rubbed her red lips. At first, it was gentle, but when it came to the back, the strength really made her unable to stand it, and her lips were about to wear out.
"It hurts." Yan Mengzhen stopped him.
"Do you know, how much I want to ruin your red lips?" Ke Yihan asked in a low voice.
Yan Mengzhen looked at Ke Yihan's eyes and gently kissed his red lips. She didn't miss it. She just kissed her like this, then approached him, pressed against his earlobe, and said gently: "He didn't kiss me, at most it was just his forehead.