Chapter 152

Where did the fragment come from?

Where did the glass come from? Was she injured?

Two bloody hands together, shocking.

"You can see clearly that if you and I are entangled, we will lose. Maybe one day, I will die in your hands. Even so, don't you care?"

What lies ahead is the question of life and death.

Don't you care?

"Does it hurt?" His answer was beside the point.

Shen Qianshu looked at him expressionless. Yeling suddenly grabbed the glass fragment in his hand, and his hand fell from the knife, stabbing it into his waist. The glass fragment sank into his body. Shen Qianshu watched helplessly as the white shirt showed a piece of blood.

"Yeling, what are you doing?"

Are you out of you mind?

Yes, you are a madman.

"Shen Qianshu, I'll give you back your injury and pain."

I also give you the same pain.

"I don't need you to pay back!" Shen Qianshu's heart seemed to explode. He wanted to slap his face. Even if he didn't answer the question, he dared to hurt himself.

Yeling suddenly grabbed her horizontally and stuffed her into the car. A word fell heavily in her ear.

"If you die, the best result is that I share a tombstone with you."

So, what do I care about.

Shen Qianshu stared at his hard side face.

Yeling drove silently all the way. As soon as he went crazy, he drove a little farther away from the hospital. The customized version of Bugatti Veyron with level 10 disability changed from a majestic dragon to a downcast one, and the rate of turning around and paying attention on the way was very high.

Ye Ling casually pulled out a packet of paper and gave her a tissue.

"Press your wound."

Shen Qianshu's back waist was deep. After drawing the glass, she was bleeding. Her face was pale. Leaning against the chair, she was a little cold. Obviously, she lost too much blood, but she didn't worry about Ye Ling's injury.

Consciousness is a little vague.

"Shen Qianshu, he didn't say it before he was injured. He talked nonsense so much." Ye Ling couldn't help but say, "I haven't seen any more women than you."

"Ordinary women, who dares to approach you." Shen Qianshu was too weak to talk back to him.

This quarrel, which opened the dusty memory, did not hurt as much as expected.

Maybe he is there.

Over the years, she has borne the pain alone, with one more person and a little less pain.

Yeling blackened his face and didn't talk, "don't sleep over."

Shen Qianshu's consciousness was a little vague. She faintly heard someone calling her. She was too sleepy to open her eyes.

Is she dying?

It's dark. Is she going to die?

The night mausoleum died and drove so far.

Many hospitals can't be found. If she dies, she will die in peace.

She suddenly stretched out her hand and held Yeling. There was a word she wanted to say to Yeling that Bugatti Veyron, who had been raped by Yeling for a long time, duly protested and taught Yeling a vivid lesson.

I am a luxury car, and luxury cars have a temper.

I don't know what went wrong in his violence, but he broke down.

"Fuck!" Yeling cursed. Shen Qianshu held his white shirt in one hand and dyed it with a blood fingerprint. She leaned against Yeling's arm, and her lips trembled. Yeling slapped her face mercilessly, slapping it. "Get up, don't sleep."

Shen Qianshu's pain made her angry. If she had strength, she would get up and slap him.

"Sir, if I die, you... Want to live, I don't need... Life for life, I just hope... You live."

Help me take care of children's paintings.

The last sentence, swallowed in the throat.