Wang Fugui's Counterattack

82.

Since I was hospitalized, Bai Lianhua often came to show my presence. I was a little dissatisfied, but I couldn't stop him. Every time he said he came to see me, he looked at Yan Qiuchi sadly, like Yan Qiuchi was a heartless person. Same.

He looked at Yan Qiuchi sadly again, but Yan Qiuchi lowered his eyes and gave me hidden legs. I suddenly thought of a familiar plot, am I Wang Dalang?Yan Qiuchi is Yan Jinlian?Han Menqing?

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, are you here to see me? Why do you keep staring at my husband?" I stared at Bai Lianhua, Yan Qiuchi was slightly taken aback, and smiled with his lips pursed.

Bai Lianhua looked at me sadly, and didn't speak for a long time, I was unhappy: "Go, go, go, I've seen it today, I don't want to see you again for the rest of the day."

Bai Lianhua's lips trembled, she gave me a sad and jealous look, and said in a bitter voice, "You mean man, you treat me like this now, you will regret it in the future!"

After Bai Lianhua left angrily, I squeezed Yan Qiuchi's fingers, "Did he get the wrong script? Did he get the Gongdouju?"

Yan Qiuchi stretched out his hand towards me, and I turned my head away for a moment, "Don't touch my head, if you touch it again, it won't grow any more!"

Yan Qiuchi paused, smiled nonchalantly, and then put his hand down.The sourness rushed from my chest to my nasal cavity and reached my eye sockets. My chest heaved and I rubbed my eyes indiscriminately, but my voice was already choked up, "Yan Qiuchi, don't lie to me, am I dying soon?"

Yan Qiuchi was silent for a long while, my hand hurt from being held in his palm, his tears were so hot, they fell on the back of my hand, it burned my heart very painfully.

"You're not going to die."

His voice was very soft, and he repeated: "You will not die."

My thumb touched the wet and hot tears under his eyes, and the dull pain in my heart made me breathless, "Then don't cry."

His voice was hoarse: "I... I didn't cry."

"Okay, okay, I was the one who cried, I was the one who cried." I did cry, and tears flowed all over my face, which was wet. I couldn't even imagine what it would be like to cry when I was bald and ugly.

Yes, after I got sick, I lost a lot of weight, and my cheeks were slightly sunken. Yan Qiuchi cooked for me in different ways, but I always felt uncomfortable in my stomach and vomited all the time. What a waste. What a pity, I I didn't know Yan Qiuchi's cooking skills were so good before.

I wiped my tears vigorously, my face was aching from the cotton linen hospital gown, Yan Qiuchi grabbed my hand, his hot lips lingered on my face, and kissed away all my tears.

His lips were so hot, and the salty taste was rippling in my mouth. I hooked his neck, and the tears were still flowing, as if they would never end.

I doubt, I cried all the tears for the rest of my life, oh, I forgot, I don't have the rest of my life.

83.

The cold metal stuck to my hand, and I withdrew my hand reflexively, looking at him, Yan Qiuchi held a small and elegant ring in his hand, "Put it on."

I looked at the ring, wiped away the tears on my face, and squeezed out an ugly smile, "A marriage proposal? Your proposal is too casual. I don't want to marry you."

"Baby, marry me, okay? When you recover from illness, let's go to Europe for our honeymoon and go diving in the Maldives, okay? Didn't you say you want to go bungee jumping? I'll jump with you." Yan Qiuchi looked at me with eyelashes Still wet, with a choked voice, he said such a long series of words with difficulty.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm down my emotions. After a long time, I squeezed out a sentence: "I don't want it. What's the good of marrying you? You are so fierce to me and you always talk about me. I like gentle people." .”

He held my hand, "I promise you, I promise you everything you say."

I looked at the ring, and my eyes were hot, "I will accept the ring, get married, and wait until I recover from illness."

When the ring was put on my finger, my head hurt a bit, but I didn't take it to heart. I stroked the ring on my finger and said, "Actually, I think Han Qing is pretty good."

"What do you mean?" Yan Qiuchi raised his eyes and looked at me.

"It's nothing interesting, I just suddenly think he's pretty good."

"Wang Fugui, say one more thing." Yan Qiuchi's eyes were scarlet, and he looked like he was going to eat people.

I was discouraged, and whispered: "I didn't say anything, I shut the mic."

Yan Qiuchi bounced my brain and gritted my teeth: "You talk again, I beat you."

Oh my god, are you thinking about domestic violence before you get married?

84.

I was lying on the bed, dizzy, I couldn't see who was in front of me, I heard Bailianhua's voice, but I couldn't hear what he said, and Yan Qiuchi's voice, listening to the tone, they were talking Quarrel, quarrel very fierce.

Deafening music suddenly sounded, "Today is a good day~"

The sound waves hit my brain rapidly, and I had a terrible headache. Many kinds of voices were mixed together in my ears, which was so ear-piercing.

I was panting hard, trying to stop them, but I couldn't catch my breath anyway. The last scene I saw when I closed my eyes was that familiar figure rushing towards me.

Well, it's Yan Qiuchi.

Great.

As a dead person, I can feel that my body is gradually becoming stiff. It turns out that the character will not really die when he dies. I feel a little grateful in my heart.

I wanted to open my mouth to tell Yan Qiuchi, but I couldn't. Yan Qiuchi must not know.

Bai Lianhua's voice became clearer and clearer, and I heard him say: "When he dies, he dies, your official CP is obviously me!"

Yan Qiuchi yelled at him: "I hope that you are the one who dies!"

"Heh, it can't be me anyway. I'm the main character. He's a supporting role. He dies when he dies. What's so good about him? He's so stupid."

Is the white lotus talking about me?

"Can you say that again?"

Yan Qiuchi was upset, but it's a pity I can't move, otherwise I would have shrunk my neck involuntarily.

"What the hell do you like about him? He's stupid and mean!"

I heard a scream.

Then in a blink of an eye, I was in darkness.

"My dear, the bug on your body has been fixed!"

Me: "Bug fixed, is it my memory?"

"Yes, dear."

"Why do I have bugs?"

"Speaking of it, I blame Qinqin's good boyfriend. If he didn't give Qinqin the wedding ring that should belong to the protagonist, if he didn't accidentally kill the protagonist, then Qinqin wouldn't have a bug!"

"Yan Qiuchi...killed the white lotus?"

"Yes, my dear, being imprisoned for 50 years is a punishment for his impulsiveness, because he served his sentence well, so he was sent to the realism literary universe to continue to be the protagonist, let him taste the pain, don't be too capricious .”

"I think there is a problem with your system. I think you are more self-willed and need to be beaten."

"Kiss, you have already been promoted as the protagonist, what are you going to do, why are you such a sub, kiss."

"Kiss, go back to your perfect world, your good boyfriend is still waiting for you."

I closed my eyes and plunged into the darkness.

85.

When I woke up, Yan Qiuchi was lying on my bedside and fell asleep. His eyes were black and blue, his beard was unshaven, and he looked so old. Alas, that boy Yan Qiuchi is really cute. I would like to do 1 for him, but This Yan Qiuchi, forget it.

Yan Qiuchi seemed to be awakened by my movement, he looked at me with heavy eyes, and said: "Baby, wake up, don't talk, promise me one thing, will you marry me?"

I thought about it: "Your proposal is too casual." I blinked my eyes and continued: "Do you still have the money to take me to honeymoon in Europe, diving in the Maldives, and bungee jumping?"

His eyes widened instantly, the corners of his eyes were red, and his lips trembled slightly, "I..."

I interrupted him before he finished speaking: "I know you have no money, it's okay, I have money, you can marry me, I will take you there, okay? One proposal is enough for one person, if you don't agree to me, I won't promise you."

He looked at me fixedly, his chest trembled for a while, and he let out a muffled hello.

He hugged me tightly, his arms were like iron pincers, which made me hurt. I smelled the faint smell of sweat on his body, and gave him a couple of slaps in disgust, "Damn it, you haven't learned well in the past 100 years, and you are so sloppy to death." !"

He buried his face on my shoulder, my thin pajamas were soaked with hot tears, I heard his voice hoarse and dull, "Then you take care of me from now on."

"it is good."