beautiful waste

In the early morning, when the sky was just a little white, Lu Zhuoying dragged Yan Yiwei, who was covered in blood, back to the Red Garden, and the family was already in a mess.

Yan Yiwei passed out of a coma, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.Lu Zhuoying was more like a bloody Asura, his face was full of tears, he didn't even know he was crying, and frantically told Wu An: "The whole garden is on alert, don't let a single fly in!"

"Go and call a doctor! Call all the best doctors in Smith and Jincheng. If you can't go to the hospital now, Gao Jiming must have sent someone to wait for us in the hospital. Brother Yan will die if you go there!"

Wu An was about to run away, but Lu Zhuoying said again: "There is more! Go find...forget it, I will go by myself!"

Wu An turned his head and ran out with a group of people.

Lu Zhuoying called Director Chen again. His hands were trembling, and he reported the situation that night to the big man on the phone. Yan Yiwei was shot and was in danger. Doctors alone are not enough!

Director Chen is now the chief executive of Jincheng. He has always turned a blind eye to the power disputes under his nose. He did not expect that there would be a bloody case.

He didn't say anything on the phone, he only said that he would send a doctor to tell Lu Zhuoying to take care of him, and he must rescue Yan Yiwei.

With the support of the big shots, the doctors and bodyguards soon came to the Red Garden.Yan Yiwei was shot twice in the chest and soaked in water for another night. In the early morning, he was already hot all over and fell into a coma.

The doctor looked at the swollen body, shook his head repeatedly, and said that he had to go to the hospital.Lu Zhuoying refused to let them go to the hospital, and treated them here. If they died, he took out a gun and pointed it at the doctor's head, trying to kill them!

The doctors had no choice but to prepare the operating room now.Lu Zhuoying stood beside her with tears streaming down her cheeks.He still held the gun in his hand, and his whole body was tense to the extreme.If Yan Yiwei comes back alive tonight, everything will be easy to talk about.If Yan Yiwei can't survive, he can't survive...

Lu Zhuoying thought coldly in his heart that he would go back to the days when he was bullied by others, and no one would make him feel better, nor would he make everyone feel better!

Nervously, tremblingly, he would kill them all!

He stared at Yan Yiwei with wide eyes, and his whole body was stretched into a bow, like a little beast in a desperate situation.

Doctors have never had such experience in practicing medicine like slaughtering pigs and cattle, just like working in a field hospital.Sweat was dripping from Smith's forehead, and his assistant kept wiping him away.Next to them was a bloody devil with blood all over his face, pointing a gun at them.

Oh God!This is what devil purgatory.

During the period, Yan Yiwei couldn't hold on several times, and groaned in pain during the process. Lu Zhuoying was full of tears and wanted to rush over.

"Brother Yan! Brother Yan!"

Wu An held him tightly.

In this world, only Yan Yiwei gave him a little warmth.If Yan Yiwei is gone, he simply doesn't know how to survive.

He bit his lip in pain, hated God, hated his parents, hated everyone.

Why is God so cruel to him?

Why is it so unfair to him?

Why did he have to take away a little warmth that was given to him?

His mind was racing wildly, and his heart was in a heart-piercing pain.Looking back, outside the bedroom in the early morning, people turned their backs on their backs, Lu Xueyu heard the sound, and looked inside curiously and timidly.

He was not locked up by Yan Yiwei. After a quarrel, they were all tense to the extreme and broke up unhappy.He had been crying in his room, and there was chaos outside, and he thought someone had come back to lock him up again.

In the opposite room, Lu Zhuoying broke out and said he wanted to kill them!

Is Yan Yiwei dying?If he is dead, can he leave?

He grabbed the door frame to look in, and bumped into Lu Zhuoying.

Yan Yiwei's life and death were unknown, he hugged a pillow and went inside to watch the fun.

This undoubtedly severely stimulated Lu Zhuoying's nerves.

Lu Zhuoying pulled him up, went up and twisted his arm and dragged him out, throwing him to the ground!

"You still have the face to look at him! If it weren't for you running out, he would have been ambushed and shot? If it wasn't for you, he would be dying and want to come back here? Get out, get out!"

Lu Xueyu opened her eyes wide, held her breath, and her heart was beating wildly.

At that moment, he was frightened by Lu Zhuoying.

He couldn't say anything, in Lu Zhuoying's violence, the pillow was pushed to the ground, and he was thrown on the floor, it was so painful.

He hurriedly picked up the pillow, and ran back to his room with his heart beating wildly.

Yan Yiwei is going to die.

He is really going to die.

He died because of him?He's dead, and he's coming back here.

why?

He just felt his heart thumping, beating crazily as if he was holding something.His ears, his face turned red, and a sense of guilt and shame filled his head.He was at a loss, and thought that if Yan Yiwei really died, did he really kill him?

How terrible that would be.

He will live his whole life in the sin that killed him.And he is really dead, there is no such devil bullying him in this world... No, he didn't want him to die, he just wanted to escape.

He covered his head, and didn't know whether he really wanted him to die or not.

Lu Xueyu struggled in the room.

Lu Zhuoying was by Yan Yiwei's side. The time had come to the afternoon of that day. The operation was successful and the bullet was taken out.But it hurts the lungs, and there will be a dangerous period afterwards.Yan Yiwei fell into a coma for a long time.

Lu Zhuoying didn't eat or move, and stood by his side.

At night, he held Yan Yiwei's hand, which handed him an umbrella, taught him to shoot a gun, and led him to ride a horse.He kept these small feelings of admiration to himself.

He even suppressed himself, he had too many things to do, and in the end, he felt that he himself could be regarded as non-existent.

But this night, he stayed by his side.

He only has himself, and he has only him.

They are just two souls abandoned in the wilderness.

He can let his emotions drown himself, and he holds that hand to his forehead, begging God, be nice to him.

This is the only person who has been nice to him, be nice to him.

I don't know how long he guarded him like this, Yan Yiwei finally snorted softly in the early morning and woke up from the long dream.

That dream was completely dark, as if it was still in that cold warehouse.It was so dark that he couldn't breathe, his lungs throbbing.

As soon as he woke up, his lungs and most of his body were in severe pain, almost numb from the pain.

It was just a little white, and he was in the guest room in the Red Garden.There are familiar scenery in front of my eyes, the cold morning wind blows the curtains, and the rays of the sun shine in.

He saw Lu Zhuoying who was holding his hand motionless beside the bed.He was sitting next to him, his body stiff as if he hadn't changed his posture, dozing off beside him.

As soon as Lu Zhuoying felt his movement, she woke up instantly.

"Ok?"

His thick nasal voice, his cheeks quickly lost weight in two days.He was already thin, and now he looked more and more skinny, but his spirit was so tense that when he woke up, he immediately reacted.

"Brother Yan! Are you awake?"

Yan Yiwei's lungs throbbed, and he nodded silently.

Lu Zhuoying's tears fell in front of her eyes unconsciously.

After that night of rain, Yan Yiwei never saw him cry.

She looked at him suspiciously and silently.

Lu Zhuoying sobbed, quickly wiped away tears, and let go of his hand.

"Just wake up." He smiled.