The president's pet daughter

Yun Qian coughed weakly, with a smile on his lips.

"Ruirui, don't be afraid, I'm an orphan, even if I die, you'll be fine."

He has been a lowly life since he was a child, and he will die when he dies, it's no big deal.

But Ling Zhaozhao was different. If Ling Zhaozhao died, Song Rui's life in the future would definitely be more difficult than living.

Besides, Song Rui still has family members, no matter what, Song Rui still has someone who can wait for her.

Not to mention Song Mingzhe, his life is indeed precious.

No matter how you think about it, Yun Qian feels that the lives of everyone present are worth more than him.

He was originally a duckweed who had nothing to worry about, and it was because of Song Rui that he had the hope of surviving.

Otherwise, based on his impoverished family and his life as a dependent, he would have given up on everything long ago.

So just now, he made the optimal solution without hesitation.

Song Rui didn't expect Yun Qian to be hurt like this, and she was still reassuring her that she was fine, but for some reason, a few tears suddenly flowed from the corners of her eyes.

"you……"

Song Rui didn't know what to say when she heard Yun Qian's gentle words as always.

In all fairness, Yun Qian has always been nice to her, and he is obedient to her, not even daring to speak too loudly.

Song Rui was used to being superior, and felt that it was most normal for Yun Qian to treat her like this.

But now she realizes that everyone's obedience to her before was just for her identity and status. When she was down and down, no one stood by her side.

But Yun Qian remained the same.

Song Rui's mind suddenly flooded with many bits and pieces, but she couldn't grasp them all.

But every segment seems to be related to Yun Qian.

"If you don't die, of course I'm not dead. If you die, do you think I can live better?"

Song Rui tried her best to look cold, but her hands trembled uncontrollably.

"So don't die."

Song Rui grabbed Yun Qian's hand and found that his hand was getting cold.

The doctor and nurse rushed over, and after performing a corresponding examination on Yun Qian, the doctor shook his head.

The meaning of this is very clear, Yun Qian's injury is too serious, even if he is sent to the operating room for emergency treatment, there is no way to recover.

Moreover, the rescue process was painful enough. Whether he could survive to walk off the operating table was still a question. It would be better to make his last journey easier.

Seeing the doctor's expression, Song Rui couldn't help but yell at the doctor and nurse leaving behind.

"What kind of quack are you? You don't even try to save yourself!"

Ling Zhaozhao's eyes turned cold when he saw Song Rui's almost crazy appearance.

"Don't you think it's too late to say this? Why did Yun Qian become like this, isn't it your fault?"

Yun Qian shouldn't have died, but he died for her.

Ling Zhaozhao also felt uncomfortable.

Song Mingzhe hugged Ling Zhaozhao's waist tightly, as if he could see Ling Zhaozhao's depression.

"Sister Ling, can I ask you one more thing?"

Yun Qian coughed a few times and looked at Ling Zhaozhao weakly.

"I hope to exchange my life for Song Rui's."

"It's fine to send her anywhere, as long as she can survive."

It was selfish for him to block the knife for Ling Zhaozhao just now.

Ling Zhaozhao was kind-hearted and would not refuse his request before he died, that's why he put forward this somewhat moral kidnapping condition.

But it doesn't matter, as long as Song Rui can live well.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect that Yun Qian was dying and wanted to save Song Rui, so he didn't know what to say for a while.

But after all, she owed Yun Qian a huge favor.

"Okay, I promise you."

Ling Zhaozhao dropped this sentence lightly, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Song Rui cried and laughed when she heard Yun Qian's words.

"I don't need you to pity me and arrange these for me."

"Even if you want me to go to jail, I will sit. You can punish me however you want, as long as you come back to life."

Song Rui thought that she would not have too many mood swings in her life.

Since she was born, Song Dahai had placed high hopes on her, because she was the child most similar to Song Dahai.

The same cold-blooded and ruthless, the same unscrupulous.

But she didn't expect that in the end, she would cry so embarrassingly for a man she once despised.

He even ruined his life with his own hands.

Song Rui's mood is very complicated, so complicated that she can't express everything in words.

But the only thing in her mind was the idea of ​​letting Yun Qian live.

"Come... it's too late..."

Yun Qian seemed to have only his last breath left, and it was stuck in his throat.

He looked at Song Rui, and suddenly felt that her crying really broke his heart.

He looked at the white ceiling, as if playing a slide show in his mind, he kept going back to the past.

He seemed to see his parents who passed away more than ten years ago, and his uncle's family who beat or scolded him.

"Don't cry, I'm so tired..."

Yun Qian comforted Song Rui, holding her hand, as if trying to stop her tears.

He had never realized that Song Rui loved to cry so much, her tears couldn't be stopped like a faucet turned on.

Song Rui touched Yun Qian's increasingly cold hands, trying to make herself less embarrassed, but it was all in vain.

Tears wiped more and more, and her heart ached more and more.

If Yun Qian dies, it seems that no one in the world will really love her anymore.

Song Mingzhe watched the interaction between the two, and silently carried Ling Zhaozhao out of the ward.

The smell of blood is too strong, and Ling Zhaozhao is not easy to be too emotional now.

"You will let Song Rui go, right?"

Ling Zhaozhao didn't dare to forget Yun Qian's entrustment before his death, so he couldn't help asking.

Song Mingzhe kissed her forehead, feeling extremely complicated.

"Even if I let her go, she won't let herself go."

With Song Rui's current appearance, I am afraid that the feeling at this moment is enough to make her live in fear and pain for the rest of her life.

So even if Song Mingzhe didn't do anything to her, she would torture herself.

Ling Zhaozhao sighed, knowing that what Song Mingzhe said was right.

"Let's go see our daughter, we're all going to be fine."

Ling Zhaozhao said softly, feeling grateful for the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

If it wasn't for Yun Qian, she wouldn't be able to talk to Song Mingzhe like this now.

She can lie in Song Mingzhe's arms now, and she can see her newborn daughter later.

This is good.

Ling Zhaozhao repeated silently in his heart, and his heavy heart inevitably improved.

"Well, we'll all be fine."

Song Mingzhe rubbed her forehead and walked forward steadily.

From now on, their lives will develop in the expected direction.

They will spend every day and night together, will raise their daughter, and will build a warm family.

And this kind of day has been described countless times in Song Mingzhe's heart.