Chapter 240 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the evening clouds (78)

"Stop talking!" Ma Junying roared suddenly, looking at Wen Xien's eyes, which were still full of despair, were wet.

My heart hurt so much that I could hardly breathe. But Ma Junying still smiled reluctantly, "Give me the knife... Yes, be obedient."

At this moment, Ma Junying's heart seemed to stop beating. He whispered to coax it, and it almost became a plea afterwards.

Wen Xien pressed the knife against her neck, and the sharp tip of the knife suddenly left a blood mark on her neck. The bright red blood flowed down her neck and into her collar.

"Jon!"

"stop!"

Ma Junying screamed completely, her tall body trembled with excitement, and the pale face not far away reflected in her wide open pupils.

"Yeah, I was wrong, I was really wrong. Don't do this, don't do this!"

Wen Xien closed her eyes and no longer wanted to see the man in front of her. With her hand, a large amount of blood almost spurted out.

Ma Junying was relatively close, and a drop of blood was touching his left cheek. He seemed to be stunned, his thin lips trembling, as if he was frightened by the scene in front of him.

The moment Wen Xien fell down, Ma Junying quickly held it and pressed the wound on her neck tightly with her hand, but blood still rushed out, dyeing his whole hand red, and the blood leaked out from his fingers.

Ma Junying couldn't understand why Wen Xien could leave so much blood even though she was so thin and small.

With a pale face, he covered Wen Xien's wound tightly, and said with trembling lips, "Come here!...Come here!"

A servant heard the scream and rushed over immediately. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the scene inside, his eyes widened.

"Sir...this..." The servant was speechless.

Ma Junying, whose eyes were red like blood, felt that her whole body was so cold that she felt severely painful, and her heart was so painful that she had never experienced despair spreading to every corner of her body.

"Call the ambulance and call the private doctor, hurry up... hurry up!" He almost yelled out afterwards, and tears fell down drop by drop.

"Yeah, hold on, the doctor will come soon, don't sleep... don't sleep..."

The tears in his wide open eyes were clustered like a continuous spring, and some dripped on Wen Xien's eyes and forehead.

How could this happen? Why did it become like this?

Obviously this shouldn't be the case, is Qiao Ling that good? It's so good that she can sacrifice her love for her?

If he had known this would have happened, he would not have been soft-hearted. He should have locked her limbs so that what happened next would not have happened.

But he couldn't bear to leave it alone.

How could he be willing to lock the person he loved the most like a livestock?

Why can't you like him a little bit? Isn't you able to live for this little thing?

Anger, pain, unwillingness... Countless emotions emerge one by one, but they eventually turn into fear.

What should he do if he is really left here alone...

There seemed to be a trembling cry in the darkness, suppressed and painful.

When the doctor rushed over, Wen Xien had already lost his breath, and the private doctor was also frightened by the scene in front of him. The blood was really flowing too much, whether it was the man's body or the person in his arms.

"gentlemen?"

The private doctor called out tentatively.

The man turned his head immediately as if he had heard a savior. His eyes were completely submerged by the bloody red and darkness that could not be seen.

"You have to look at her... I talked to her, but she ignored me. Did she sleep..."

His eyes were red, filled with despair and the pain of the whole world seemed to be hidden.

The private doctor seemed to have some mental problems when he saw the man, but he didn't dare to ask too much. He walked over and put his hand on the tip of the person's nose in his arms, and suddenly he felt cold sweat.

The man in his arms was no longer angry.

Ma Junying looked at the private doctor with expectant face and asked carefully, "She is okay, right?"

The private doctor swallowed nervously, not daring to tell the truth, but was afraid that the man would not be able to stand the collapse.

But if a person is out of breath, he will be out of breath. If he dies, he will die. No matter how he says he cannot make people alive.

"The person is dead..." said the private doctor trembled.

The private doctor saw the man's expression as if he was blank and confused for a moment, and seemed to be unable to understand the meaning of these three words.

The private doctor can clearly hear the man's breathing, and it looks heavy and heavy when he exhales and inhales.

"What did you say?" the man asked softly.

Ma Junying lowered her head and wiped the blood on Wen Xien's face with her clean sleeves. The originally warm shoes had become cold, and the man's expression was gentle and weird.

He could feel the severe pain from his chest, which made his whole body tremble.

He kept trembling with his lips, "Yeah, can you please me? Please me."

I know I was not good before, I know I shouldn't be so good to you, I know I've done a lot of things wrong, I'm wrong, I'm really wrong, but I'll make changes, and I'm willing to change them.

Don't ignore me, okay?

I'm most afraid that you will ignore me.

The sticky blood flowed out along his fingers, dyeing his white cuffs dark red and dyeing all his clothes red.

I have never trembled before, but this time my hands trembled violently.

The private doctor couldn't bear to see it anymore and couldn't help but whisper, "Sir, you are dead, please feel sorry for your grief."

Ma Junying suddenly felt helpless, confused and panicked at this moment.

"Impossible, impossible, what should I do if she dies? What should you do if you want me!"

He roared at the doctor, lowered his head to the back, and his voice choked, "Save her, she is not dead, she is not dead, you can save her."

The man was tall, but at this moment he was like a child lost in the forest, panicking to trembling.

When a person is so panicked that he is powerless, his tear glands will be out of control and he will cry.

The private doctor said unbearably, "Sir, this person in your arms is already exhausted. Her neck is the most vulnerable part. The wound she cut was very deep, and it was almost gone with a knife."

His words seemed to have woken the man. He hugged the person in his arms and cried for a long time, and then asked the private doctor to get out.

Private doctors dare not stay too long.

They didn't know what was happening in the room. After a day, Ma Junying came out with Wen Xien in her arms. At this time, Wen Xien had a terrifying scar on her neck, and everything on her body was clean.

Ma Junying's face was pale, but his steps were still calm.

The servant glanced at it and immediately lowered his head.

Wen Xien was cremated, and his ashes were beside Ma Junying.

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