"You're not allowed to smoke anymore!" A voice suddenly came in, "Song Qiting, you bastard!"

It was unknown when Gu Yun had barged in, but with a few steps he walked in front of Tang Zhen and pulled out the Blood Harvesting Needle from her arm, pulling her along as they walked out.

"Pull her back and keep smoking! Until Yi Fei escapes his life! " Song Qiting was furious, especially when he saw Gu Yun holding onto Tang Zhen, he was completely irrational.

Tang Zhen was once again pressed down, the ice-cold sharp needle pierced into his skin.

With someone pulling Gu Yun along, he was unable to move forward no matter how hard he struggled. His eyes were scarlet as he roared, "Gu Yun, you are not a human! "Little Zhe will die if you continue to pull on him!"

"She's my wife, it has nothing to do with you! If you dare to say another word, I'll make you regret stepping into this house! " Song Qiting's cold eyes swept across Gu Yun and said word by word.

Tang Zhen wanted to sneer, but now he remembered that he was his wife. Unfortunately, she didn't even have the strength to sneer. All of her strength flowed out of her body along with the blood. Her head felt dizzy.

"Song Qiting, you are a scum! Aren't you afraid of retribution! Little Zhe is already pitiful enough, can you let her go! " Gu Yun was as though he had gone mad, and the look in his eyes could not wait to kill Song Qiting.

"Gu Yun, I... "It's fine, let's just treat it as an end …" Tang Zhen spoke intermittently, his eyelids growing heavier.

It was a week before she woke again to the white walls of the hospital and the pungent smell of disinfectant.

"Miss Tang, you're awake?" A nurse saw her open her eyes and said excitedly: "I'll go inform Boss Song!"

Tang Zhen pursed his lips, why would Song Qiting care about him waking up?

"Miss Yu, you can't get off the bed yet. If you continue to act like this, Song will always blame us!"

Right after he finished speaking, Yu Yifei pushed open the door to Tang Zhen's ward. With one arm wrapped in a cast, he used his walking stick to move to the side of the bed with difficulty and pulled her hand as he said happily: "Little Zhe, you're awake? Are you feeling better? "

Tang Zhen shook off Yu Yifei's hand, and said with a cold face: "I really admire you, you're satisfied with plotting against me to such an extent, right?"

When Yu Yifei heard someone calling out to him as "Boss Song", he felt wronged and said, "Little Zhe, I won't tell Qi Ting that you intentionally hit me, why do you have to say things like that to make me feel bad!? Who would use their own life to scheme against someone else? You know that I was about to die! "

"Don't pretend to be with me here, how could I not know what you are like? "Get lost!" Tang Zhen pointed at Yu Yifei and bellowed. She knew too well what kind of malicious expression was hidden under Yu Yifei's gentle skin.

"Little Zhe, don't be like this," Yu Yifei reached out his hand to pull Tang Zhen away, "If you misunderstand me like this, I'll be very sad, you're the only good friend I have …"

"Enough!" Tang Zhen cut her off sternly, "We aren't good friends anymore, right? If you want me to stop, then return the blood to me! "

She said as she swung her arm. Originally, she didn't use much strength, but Yu Yifei fell backwards like a piece of paper. His head knocked against the corner of the table with a "bang" and the vase on the table smashed into pieces.

Just then, Song Qiting pushed open the door, and saw Yu Yifei seated on the ground. His gloomy and cold gaze landed on Tang Zhen: "What happened!"

Yu Yifei looked at Tang Zhen with tears streaming down his face, "Little Zeze, is it that once I return the blood to you, you won't complain anymore?"

After saying that, she picked up a piece of broken glass from the ground and slashed her wrist.