The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

"Ye Yuchen, you have enough!"

Gong Lichuan suddenly used force and pulled his arm away from Ye Yuchen's palm, full of anger.

He looked at Ye Yuchen coldly, "Do you think we just want Qing'er to have something! Do you think we don't want her to stand in front of us properly!"

She is such a good girl...

Mu Wanqing's frown and smile seemed to be still in front of her eyes, her sweetness and brilliance, her arrogance and charming, even her skin was a little irritating... all so beautiful.

But she was sick.

It's so jealous of talents that she has such a destiny...

"How could it be like this...how could it be possible." Ye Yuchen clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flushed.

He still remembered her lively appearance.

She smiled with bright eyes and white teeth, a pair of peach blossom eyes seemed to be filled with the vast starry sky, red lips and white teeth, and a bright smile like a flower. It was really the most beautiful picture in the world...

She was like a little butterfly, flapping her wings and crawling into his arms, rubbing against his chest like a baby, on the lotus arm ring, so vivid...

He cannot accept the current result!

"Is there any way?" Ye Yuchen's eyes were dark and he looked at Zheng Bo firmly, "Any way, I want her to be good!"

Even if he exchanges his own heart for her...

He will never hesitate to say a word!

"It's not desperate yet, in fact..."

"Director Zheng, it's not good! Miss Mu has something wrong, go to the ward and have a look! I'm afraid it will be too late!"

Before Wen Shixian's words fell, a nurse ran into the office in a panic, sweating profusely and out of breath.

Zheng Bo immediately got up and hurriedly followed out.

Ye Yuchen's heart seemed to have chased to the bottom in that instant, so sinking that he could not salvage it anyway.

He froze in place, and all his blood was frozen.

"Qing'er..." Wen Shixian muttered in loss.

The three of them turned around and ran out of the office, followed behind the medical team and hurried to the ward.

"Director Zheng, Miss Mu's blood pressure is suddenly very unstable!"

Seeing Zheng Bo came, the other doctors gave way to him one after another, Zheng Bo hurried to the hospital bed to check the situation.

Mu Wanqing was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face.

Dense cold sweat covered his cheeks, dripping slowly along the outline on his neck and even on the sheets.

She opened her lips slightly, as if she was breathing hard, but she had little strength to save her life, she could only let her soul slowly pull away from her body...

"puff--"

Mu Wanqing jumped up suddenly, lying on his side on the hospital bed and producing a pool of blood, which stained Zheng Bo's white coat and even his shirt.

"Qing Qing!" Ye Yuchen's heart tightened.

As if being held hard by a big palm, he watched as the blood mist filled the air with suffocation.

He witnessed Mu Wanqing's illness for the first time.

It's as if one's own life is being stripped away, it hurts so much, and even suffocates as if a knife is stuck in the chest, constantly stirring the heart, and the blood is blurred...

"Master, you can't go in!"

He tried to rush into the ward and was accompanied by Mu Wanqing, but the nurse stopped him outside and then closed the door of the ward.

A door completely separated the two of them.

It seems to be separated from heaven and hell, separated for a lifetime.

"Ventricular fibrillation! Blood pressure is low!"

"Ready to defibrillate!"

In the corridor, only these Xu voices from the ward could be faintly heard, mixed with tension and hesitation, and the whole atmosphere fell into an unprecedented depression.