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

The priest threw the knife to the ground contemptuously.

He looked down at his fingers in disgust, and wiped Ye Yuchen twice on Ye Yuchen as if it were dirty.

"What do you mean?" Ye Yuchen lifted his eyelids, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, raising his eyes to look at him.

The surgeon that Zheng Bo invited arrived soon.

He was about to show Ye Yuchen the wound, but was thrown away by the man, "Get out of the way, I don't need it."

The doctor looked at Zheng Bo at a loss.

Ye Yuchen was unintentionally concerned about his injury. He raised his eyes and stared at the priest closely, "What do you mean?"

He tightly covered the wound on his chest, but there would have been a lot of blood supply at the position of his heart, and blood poured out from his fingers continuously, staining his palms red.

"Means nothing."

The priest raised his eyebrows slightly, he slowly took out a piece of paper from the inner pocket of his suit jacket and threw it on the hospital bed.

The strength of the paper was not enough, and after floating in the air for a long time, it fell on Mu Wanqing.

Ye Yuchen's eyes shone, and he immediately picked up the paper with his clean hand, and he saw that the priest had already signed the organ donation agreement.

"Are you kidding me?" He was full of anger.

The priest shrugged and looked at Ye Yuchen disapprovingly, there was no unnecessary ups and downs of emotions.

"Wish the bait." He spit out a few words leisurely.

Ye Yuchen glanced at the priest coldly, and then handed the organ donation agreement to Zheng Bo.

Zheng Bo looked down and swept his eyes, then hurriedly turned and left the ward, and notified the doctors in each department to prepare for the joint operation.

"I wish my dear Mumu a better life, don't waste a heart of my sister." The priest glanced at Ye Yuchen, and then left the ward with a hand shake.

Gong Lichuan frowned tightly.

He stared angrily at the back of the priest's departure, but because he agreed to donate the heart, he couldn't hate it.

He asked Ye Yuchen, "How are you?"

Ye Yuchen pressed her thin lips tightly, "It's okay."

He immediately took off his shirt and asked the doctor to help treat and bandage the wound. Fortunately, he didn't hurt him.

With tears hanging from the corners of Shen Jingshu's eyes, she looked at the **** wound distressedly, "Yu Chen, why are you so stupid..."

"It's okay, I have a sense of measure."

Ye Yuchen clutched the back of the chair, enduring the pain while watching the doctor disinfecting herself, without even frowning her eyebrows.

"What does it mean to be measured?" Gong Lichuan was a little suspicious.

Could it be that Ye Yuchen had already expected... the priest would not just watch him stabbing himself to death?

Ye Yuchen was not sure, "I'm just betting."

Although the priest hasn't hurt the innocent less in recent years, he is definitely not a good person, and he is even evil and cruel.

But the Si Ye family, after all, had been friends with the world, and now the misunderstanding has been mostly resolved... Ye Yuchen is just betting, and the priest will not add hatred to the two families.

"What am I..."

Gong Lichuan has countless words mmp want to say!

He even started to replenish his brain just now. When Mu Wanqing woke up and found that Ye Yuchen was cold, would he be stimulated again, resulting in poor recovery and a heart transplant failure.

Then the mandarin ducks flew, really heart-stirring, old iron...

"What do you mean?"

Ye Yuchen suddenly remembered Mu Wanqing's words. She once asked him if Gong Lichuan exploded chrysanthemums.

In this way, Gong Lichuan seems to be very abnormal.

Ye Yuchen glanced at him coldly, "Could it be that you are more willing to be my rival in love than the priest?"