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

Mu Wanqing was full of hope, just wanting to help Ye Yuchen celebrate her birthday once, she poured all her heart into this birthday party, and finally...

But in exchange for the result of lying in the operating room.

Ye Yuchen squeezed the card tightly, and he slowly opened it. Inside was a text message written to him by Mu Wanqing.

"Ye Yuchen big pig's hoof, happy birthday acridine!"

"This is a birthday present prepared by my grandmother herself. Although it's a bit simpler, I don't care about it! You have to say you like it, say it now! Like it!"

Ye Yuchen's throat tightened.

He looked down at the familiar handwriting in the greeting card, only feeling a little itchy in his eye sockets, as if some emotions were pouring out uncontrollably.

"Like..." Ye Yuchen's thin lips opened lightly, his apple slid slightly, and he choked, "I like it very much."

No matter what the gift, as long as it is given by Mu Wanqin, even if there is only a blessing, he will like it unconditionally.

Ye Yuchen gently rubbed her handwriting with his fingertips, and continued to read down. The affection and perseverance in it seemed to be fully expressed in this stroke.

"Um...but! This birthday gift I prepared for you is super mysterious!"

"You have to promise me, you can't open it now! As for when will it be possible... then half a year later, if the specific time is, you will understand it by then!"

At the end of this letter, Mu Wanqing's name fell.

Ye Yuchen shook his fingertips while pinching the greeting card, and his ink eyes looked at this short letter paper slightly, secretly speculating about Mu Wanqing's so-called half a year.

Half a year... The rest of her life is only half a year.

So, is the birthday gift she gave him, indirectly, her last words?

Ye Yuchen closed the card suddenly.

He carefully hid the letterhead in his pocket, then picked up the glass bottle on his thigh again and rubbed it with his fingers.

"Inside, it's... a suicide note."

Ye Yuchen's voice was dull, he was silent for a long time and then suddenly said, making the air in the corridor seem to freeze at that moment.

Qiao Wei and Xiang Yang looked at each other, "Suicide note..."

These two words undoubtedly hurt their hearts.

Qiao Wei's eyes flushed instantly, she covered her lips, and tears fell uncontrollably.

Although, Mu Wanqing did not write it as a suicide note.

But as far as Ye Yuchen is concerned, if she really abandons him like this and left... then, the meaning of this bottle of love letter capsule to him is really a suicide note.

"What did she say?" Qiao Wei choked up.

Ye Yuchen pressed his thin lips tightly, he covered the oak stopper on the glass bottle with his big palm, and twisted it vigorously.

The glass bottle was shook twice, and several colorful capsules lay in his palm. They were rolling, and smiling faces with different expressions were painted on them.

"Ye Yuchen, happy birthday acridine! Don't always keep a cold face, remember to smile a lot! You smile so evil, I like to see you smile the most!"

"Wanxiangge's crab soup dumplings are really delicious! There is also a Hong Kong-style porridge hot pot that is delicious! You must remember to help me several times, I am a little hungry..."

"Ye Yuchen, sorry..."

"If you are obedient, am I already gone when I see the contents of the capsule?"

"I didn't deliberately hide it from you. Heart disease is really annoying, and I don't want to have a heart disease. I haven't...married you yet! Oh, how can I die, so angry!"