He was angry, roared, threatened, and could not even wait for her to open her eyes, begging him not to hurt An Zhongjie.

It's better than roaring in the face of a corpse that is gradually cold, but she stands in the abyss of hell and sneers, watching him get out of control with ridicule!

Feng Yu closed his eyes, and An Lan's voice sounded in his ears—

"A Yu, I like you so much. I never want to leave you in my life. What should I do?"

"A Yu, the raw rice has been cooked! If you don't want to marry me, then I'll marry you!"

"A Yu, I made your favorite braised lion head, come and try it!"

When this sentence came to my mind, Feng Yu couldn't help but think of that night...

As soon as he stepped into the living room, An Lan, dressed in the little maid, ran out and turned around in front of him, asking if he looked good?

Feng Yu glanced at her indifferently, walked straight towards the restaurant without comment.

I saw her pouting and making a secret grimace, but I couldn't help but smile at the corner of my lips.

She looked good in everything she wore, but he never praised her.

There was a braised lion's head in the middle of the restaurant table, which looked very delicious. Feng Yu took a bite.

An Lan sat next to him, looked at Feng Yu with a look of anticipation, and asked with a flattering look: "How is it, is it delicious?"

"Overall." Feng Yu was still indifferent, and turned to other dishes, and did not touch the lion's head any more.

An Lan showed a look of disappointment visible to the naked eye, and forced a smile and turned around and walked into the kitchen.

That night, Feng Yu came down from the study and wanted to go to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, but saw the dim light inside.

A slim figure turned his back to him, and a faint smell of medicine floated in the air.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the scalded scars on the back of her hand, and then turned and left.

This scene is irrelevant to Feng Yu, and he has never felt pity for An Lan because of this.

but......

Now when he thinks of this picture, his heart feels a vague feeling of sour discomfort.

There are many such things. That silly woman really tried every means to please him.

Feng Yu raised a smile on the corner of his lips, but he tasted a strange salty taste, and the slightly bitter taste made him stunned.

He subconsciously touched his face, and the warm liquid burned him. He looked at An Lan's calm face, gritted his teeth and roared, "An Lan, who allows you to die? You can't die! You said you want to stay by my side for the rest of your life, how can you speak without trust now? Get up!"

Ling Yu couldn't help but laugh at her, "Who allowed it? Isn't it you? You said you wanted her to have surgery to donate kidneys. I thought you didn't care about her life or death! Don't you think it's too late to say such words?"

Too late!

These three words are like beating a drum and beating in Feng Yu's heart, and they can't linger.

"Is it too late? No, she is not dead, I did nothing wrong..." Feng Yu turned his head stiffly and looked at An Lan. The corners of her lips raised slightly, as if she was mocking his improper words, and her ridicule was lingering in her ears. It was too late.

Feng Yu, it’s too late!

"No!" Feng Yu roared, and bright red blood spurted out from his thin lips, splashing on An Lan's pale face, like a charming mark.

As soon as his eyes turned dark, Feng Yu fell into boundless darkness...
Chapter completed!