Song Yu Bai Li's Late Thoughts

Li Wanyi's face turned slightly red when she was told that, and she got up from him in embarrassment.

"I'll go see Xiaotong again."

Song Yubai was half-leaning on the sofa, and his collar was pulled open by him, revealing a delicate and cold white collarbone. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, "Go back quickly, I'll wait for you to sleep with me."

Li Wanyi had no intention of flirting with him at this time, but he was tempted by him.

Her whole face turned red quickly, visible to the naked eye, "If you feel sleepy, go to sleep first, and I'll go chat with Xiaotong for a while."

Song Yubai's voice was deep, "I can't sleep without you."

Li Wanyi wore a set of loose home clothes, with long black hair scattered on her shoulders. She looked at him with clear eyes, and her heart couldn't stop beating wildly, "I'll go first and talk about it when I get back."

After saying this, she turned around and walked toward the door.

Before opening the door, Song Yubai said, "Honey, Xiaotong will definitely wake up."

Although these words contained a comforting element, when they came out of Song Yubai's mouth, they were extremely convincing.

The VIP ward where Li Wanyi is located is actually prepared for Wu Xitong. If she wakes up, she will be transferred to the general ward, which is very close to the intensive care unit.

In the blink of an eye, Li Wanyi had put on sterile clothes and came to the intensive care unit. Looking at Xu Jingyang, who was lying in front of the hospital bed so tired that he fell asleep, he silently took a small blanket and covered him with it.

After she checked that the data on the ECG monitor was normal, her heart dropped slightly.

Li Wanyi moved a chair and sat down on the other side of the hospital bed, "Xiaotong, I am your treasure, can you hear me?"

There was no reaction from the person on the bed, and Li Wanyi's heart clenched, "Xiaotong, if you can hear me, let's stop sleeping and wake up quickly, okay?"

"We have been together since childhood. I never thought that one day you would lie in bed like this. Didn't we agree? When I get old, I will die first. You also know that I can't stand this kind of life and death scene. .”

Li Wanyi's voice was very unstable, like mottled brush strokes carved in the air.

"You said before that if you really can't find someone you like, we will live together for the rest of our lives. You must not keep your word. Even if we have someone we like, we can live together for the rest of our lives. Our two families can buy the same door. We have a house together, we can travel together, etc. Even when we are old, we will still be a pair of old best friends."

"Xiaotong, from the time you were shot and sent to the hospital, I was under a lot of pressure. You also know that I have a mental illness. If you don't wake up, I may collapse at any time. Don't you feel sorry for me the most? Yet?"

All Li Wanyi's emotions were agitated in his heart but secretly suppressed. The pain was extreme and he had nowhere to vent.

In the end, thousands of words turned into just one sentence, "Xiaotong, I'll give you a little more time. Get up when you're done sleeping. I'll wait for you."

After finishing her words, she looked at the person on the bed steadily for a long time. After making sure that there was nothing wrong, she walked out.

The moment Li Wanyi turned around, Wu Xitong, whose face was covered under an oxygen mask, silently shed a tear from the corner of his eye.

Li Wanyi left the intensive care unit, took a few deep breaths, rubbed her chest, and calmed down her emotions.

When she raised her eyes, she looked slightly startled and met Song Yubai's gaze.

Song Yubai wore a very ordinary outfit, a white shirt and black trousers, with a slightly open collar, half of the hem hanging out, and half tucked into the black trousers, with a suit jacket on his arm.

He was leaning against the big white wall in the hospital corridor, with a cigarette in his mouth, a scornful look, and no warmth in his eyes.

The nurses passing by frequently looked back at him and whispered.

After Song Yubai saw Li Wanyi coming out, he took off the cigarette butt from the corner of his mouth and stubbed it out.

Li Wanyi tilted her head to look at him and mouthed, "Have you been waiting for me?"

Song Yubai took a long step forward, walked to Li Wanyi's side in a few steps, and put the coat in his hand on her body, "What else?"

Li Wanyi manages his emotions very well. Sometimes there is no need to involve others in his negative emotions too much, even those who are close to him.

What's more, even if she didn't say anything, Song Yubai would understand her, otherwise he wouldn't have stood here waiting for her for a long time.

She raised her lips and smiled, "If you don't know, you'd think you're being cool here?"

Song Yubai put his arms around her shoulders and said in a low voice, "I'm more concerned about you, Mrs. Song, are you impressed by my handsomeness?"

Li Wanyi bit her lower lip, "Yeah...a little bit."

Song Yubai asked softly, "Honey, do you want to go for a walk? Or should you just go back to sleep?"

Li Wan thought for a moment and said, "I'm a little tired and want to sleep."

Song Yubai's lips curled up in an evil way, "You are so eager to sleep with me?"

Li Wanyi raised her hand and pinched the soft flesh on his waist. He didn't touch it...the hard ones were all muscles...

Song Yubai held her shoulders and walked toward the ward, "Don't stay here. I'll let you touch her once you go back."

Perhaps she hadn't closed her eyes all day and night, and was exhausted both physically and mentally. Li Wanyi went back and fell asleep, and Song Yubai didn't bother her.

That night she breathed heavily and had no dreams.

And some people are obviously not so lucky.

Wuyou Hall in the south of the city.

The dim basement was dimly lit by candlelight, and the masonry floor was cold and hard.

The whole room was extremely eerie, with long and short stalactites hanging upside down, looking like fangs in the mouth of a beast when viewed in the dark.

The man sat on a huanghuali-backed chair with his backlight and eyes closed. He put one hand on the back of the chair, his slender and straight legs slightly crossed. He wore a pair of black deerskin gloves on his hands and pointed. The sharp point of the cigar flashes scarlet.

There were two rows of bodyguards standing beside him, and the leading bodyguard was holding a black and white portrait in his arms.

Luo Fei grabbed a man wearing a black hood and walked in, "Brother Dong, the old guy is here."

Suddenly, the narrow eyes of Ji Xiandong, who was sitting in the main seat, opened suddenly. His eyes were as sharp as blades, full of sinister and murderous intent. His thin lips were pressed tightly together, and he was extremely cold.

Luo Fei raised his foot and kicked the person to the ground, and said in a deep voice, "Kneel down."

The man's mouth was gagged and he could only make a 'wow' sound.

Ji Xiandong raised his eyelids and glanced at the man on the ground, "Afei, take off his hood and the things in his mouth, let him open his eyes and see where he is."

Luo Fei took off the black hood and pulled the cloth from the man's mouth.

The man slowly opened his eyes. Before he could adapt to the brightness in front of him, he only felt that his eyes were completely dark.

The leading bodyguard brought the black and white portrait in front of the man's face. When the man gradually adapted to the brightness, when he saw the girl in the photo, his pupils suddenly shrank and he fell back in fright.

He closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look, his face was pale, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth were twitching constantly.

Ji Xiandong had a bloodthirsty smile on his face, and his voice sounded more like Shura from hell, "Jiang Xuwen, I am Ji Xiandong. This is the first time we have met after eight years. We are so happy to meet you."