Chapter 619

Shen Qianshu slept very uneasily and vaguely. It seemed that she had a dream. Someone held her hand. The familiar feeling made her palpitation, heartbeat and extra peace. Like Ye Ling, who never left, the pain on her chest seemed to slow down. She and Gu Yuanli lost their guns and hit the chest because of their struggle. Fortunately, they were so lucky that they saved their lives. She just wanted to end all the gratitude and resentment with Gu Yuanli, but she didn't expect to lose her life. She had children's paintings to take care of, but she didn't plan to lose all three of the family for Gu Yuanli.

"Sir..." she muttered to herself, and her eyebrows tightened. After anesthesia, the wound was very painful. Shen Qianshu saw a familiar figure and sat beside her bed. He gently stroked her wound. His amber eyes were painful and thin, and Shen Qianshu was instantly wronged. The tip of his nose was sour, and he couldn't help holding his hand as a spoiled girl. "Sir, I hurt, you hug me."

Yeling's thin anger gushed from the bottom of her eyes. It seemed that she had exhausted her strength before she didn't explode. Looking at her deeply, Shen Qianshu couldn't help but shed tears, and was extremely wronged, "you won't hold me, do you hate me?"

Yeling sighed, as if he had compromised. He lowered his body and hugged her. Shen Qianshu raised his hand and felt pain. In a trance, there was an illusion, was it in a dream? Why does her wound hurt so real in her dream?

She hugged his neck, exhausted all her strength, and her heart was sad. Sir was in a dream, so warm.

"It hurts."

Yeling took a deep breath, "it's time."

Shen Qianshu smiled and said something sour, "it's worth it. You're finally willing to come to my dream."

After his death, he refused to dream.

The old man often said that if people die and don't close their eyes, they will have grievances and refuse to dream.

Fearing that the living people would be haunted by grievances and their longevity would decrease, she never dreamed of an overnight mausoleum.

More confirmed one thing, he died in peace.

Yes, if there is no little princess in my heart, how can I close my eyes.

"Sir, my wound hurts. Will you kiss me?"

In the dark, Ye Ling's eyes were very deep. He looked at Shen Qianshu deeply. Her cry was too vague to be rejected. He bowed his head and kissed her lips, and suddenly increased the strength, just as the strong and affectionate in memory, gave back the French kiss she had taught to her teacher. Shen Qianshu shed a tear at the corner of her eyes. This dream was too real, so real that she had an illusion of schizophrenia.

A strong French kiss ended, and Yeling slightly touched her forehead, breathing fast, and trying to restrain.

"I warn you not to do stupid things."

His voice was very cold, and there was no lingering after a deep kiss. This was a man who would not feel very sweet after eating chocolate keaido. His words seemed to be engraved on her bones, with a vicious threat, "do you hear?"

Shen Qianshu's wound was painful, distressed, and his nerves were also painful. Nowhere was he comfortable. The pain was so extreme that he turned his back on his bones. "Sir, you're dead, and you can't control me. If you have the ability, you'll pretend to be a corpse."

If you cheat the corpse, I'll obey.

Otherwise, I will avenge you in my own way!

"Shen Qianshu!" He was furious and his voice was cold. "You're looking for death!"

Shen Qianshu was so aggrieved that he immediately cried, "you're too much. You're dead, and you come to bully me!"