On the day of divorce, the richest man got married in a flash marriage, and his ex-husband begged to

——Mr. Bo, when you open this small program, it proves that you have me in your heart, so don’t open it casually!

——Bo Ting, I’m waiting for you to open it and come to me!

"Ha..." Jiang Wanyi looked at the phone with a bright red heart beating continuously.

He hasn't opened the program in four years.

Opening it now is to find her to give his Bai Yueguang a blood transfusion.

For a moment, Jiang Wanyi felt extremely ironic.

Four years ago, she "planted" this hope in him with all the love and hope of a young girl.

Now, it has become a weapon for him to hurt himself.

"Why are you so stupid..."

Jiang Wanyi looked at herself in the mirror and asked her former "Jiang Wanyi" over and over again:

"How could you be so stupid?"

That private hospital was very good in all aspects. For someone of her status, it was even more private and could even block some tracking.

But it was too expensive, so Jiang Wanyi chose to ask Editor Zhang to send her back.

She didn't turn off her phone or uninstall the program, waiting for Bo Ting to come to her door.

Taking advantage of this moment, she picked up her laptop, lay on the bed, clicked on the video of the nurse, switched to audio, and backed up several videos.

Seeing that the blue dot on the phone had moved downstairs, Jiang Wanyi's face had a look of exhaustion.

"Lin Qingwan, if you keep pretending like this, you want to kill me, right?"

While speaking, Jiang Wanyi clicked on the processed audio and sent it to a number.

Scroll up, and you can still see the provocative words sent to her by the owner of this account - the one who is not loved is the mistress.

What is going on in this world? Is it wrong to be affectionate? Is it a sin?

Jiang Wanyi closed her eyes and smiled slowly: "It doesn't matter, I've made atonement, I will never do that again, and I will never look back."

At the same time, there was a "touch" sound.

The door to your home must be opened from the outside.

Editor Zhang, who was in the bathroom, was startled and rushed out.

Jiang Wanyi didn't want to implicate her, so he just said: "Editor-in-chief, don't go out here, I will deal with it."

"How can that be done? And the doctor said that you should get out of bed less and need bed rest." Editor Zhang is a loyal person.

Jiang Wanyi couldn't even harm her.

She didn't know how much time it took her to get to this position.

This battle is hers alone, and she fights it alone.

Editor Zhang couldn't resist and could only nod.

Jiang Wanyi also told her not to go out and watch.

This room is at the corner. Even if you open the door, you can't see what's inside.

Because he was worried, when Jiang Wanyi went out, he locked the door from the outside to ensure that Editor Zhang could not come out.

As soon as she walked out, she saw Bo Ting standing in the living room.

This small house of 45 square meters is not as big as the servants of the Bo family.

Even after a tall man like Bo Ting came in, the small apartment became extremely simple and crowded.

Bo Ting paused in his steps, with a look of displeasure on his face: "Why have you blocked me?"

"Because no..."

Because I don’t love it anymore.

But before Jiang Wanyi finished speaking, the assistant outside received a reminder: "Mr. Bo, we're urging you over there."

Bo Ting looked at Jiang Wanyi and realized that this woman's expression was very different.

You didn’t want to go to the hospital, so you pretended to lie to him?

This realization made Bo Ting look bad.

"Jiang Wanyi, you have finished the story of 'Wolf Crying' many times, and I have allowed you to play with it many times. It's time for you to have enough trouble."

"Now, follow me to the hospital."

When Jiang Wanyi said the last sentence, he laughed out loud.

Bo Ting had seen many kinds of smiles from Jiang Wanyi, but not one that was so dazzling.

He said: "I have sent people to ask Deity to treat her at all costs. You don't have to go to the hospital all the time. Moreover, I have also sent people to search for the right blood type across the country and even the world."

Bo Ting's hand held Jiang Wanyi's wrist.

Jiang Wanyi didn't move, just raised his head and looked at Bo Ting: "How many times is this blood drawn?"

Bo Ting didn't expect that she would ask this.

"Is this the last time?" Jiang Wanyi didn't cry or make a fuss. He just lifted up his sleeves, raised his hand full of dense needle holes, and looked at Bo Ting calmly:

"Can you promise, Bo Ting, can you?"