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He bit hard, using up all the remaining strength, until the smell of blood spread in his mouth, and the man behind him didn't say a word.

He just lowered his eyes and looked at her coldly, watching her slowly lose hope, watching her eyes gradually lose their light.

Seeing that she didn't even have the strength to shed tears, she slumped in his arms like a rag doll.

Fu Haitang held her back and pressed her hard against his chest. Clamping her chin with one hand, he looked greedily at her tear-stained face and saw that her seductive eyes had lost their charming look.

He looked like a demon who had lost his aura, pale and weak. Only his lips stained with blood from the bite mark on his forearm were red and charming.

Like berries on a thorn vine, dangerous and tempting.

He tilted his head and kissed her, grinding from the tip of his tongue to her lips and teeth, entangled little by little, and slowly swallowed the blood in her mouth.

She didn't hide or push, she just let him kiss her as if she was unconscious.

Unexpectedly, the tip of his tongue hurt, and the smell of blood in his lips increased instead of decreasing. The person in his arms frowned and couldn't help but scream. Hearing this sound, he relaxed his lips with satisfaction.

He looked at the person in his arms with interest. Her face was pale and her clothes were thin, trembling like a thin wintersweet in the snow.

"What, you want to chase after me?"

Looking at her blank eyes, Fu Haitang's jealous and abusive heart reached its peak at this moment.

"Go after him and tell him you won't wait any longer? It's not that you want to give up on him, but that you want to follow him now. Right?"

He pinched her thin chin, trying to play with a treasure, but unfortunately the treasure seemed lifeless.

However, he knew how to bring her back to life, "Do you want to know what he and I talked about tonight?"

The pale little face in her hand blinked and looked at him with a sign of supplication.

He raised his eyebrows and nodded, as if he was commenting on something for sale, and said in a casual tone: "Well, this will help my eyes regain some consciousness. But it's not enough."

Song Weiyu calmed down, and she saw the familiar evil spirit in Fu Haitang's deep eyes again.

She knew that she had completely pissed him off tonight.

But it doesn't matter, things between the two have long been settled, and now she just wants to know what he said to Chen Fang.

"Mr. Fu, you are willing to tell me what you want me to do."

Listening to her compromising words and the indifference in her tone. Fu Haitang sneered, and then immediately hid the loneliness in his eyes.

He scratched her cheek with two fingers and said sarcastically: "Go back to the ward first. We have the whole night to discuss it slowly..."

After speaking, he let go of his hands.

She was leaning in his arms, but her waist suddenly lost strength. She took two steps back and almost fell down.

Fu Haitang looked at her slightly painful expression and subconsciously wanted to hug her back, but he held it back with all his strength.

Seeing how eager she was running out of the hospital just now, I thought it was nothing serious, so I turned around and walked towards the hospital lobby, leaving two words, "Follow me."

Song Weiyu looked at his indifferent back, swallowed, frowned and walked back step by step.

The further we walked, the more we felt that this road was very far away.

She could only look at the back of the man in front of her, and insisted on lifting and landing her feet.

This back view... Her mind wandered back to the day Fu Chunhe was born.

It was a rainy night and she was waiting for delivery in the hospital alone. Because Fu Haitang's mother did not recognize her and the child, he was not allowed to come to the hospital.

Fu Haitang came very late that day, and it wasn't until several hours after Fu Chunhe was born that he showed up with injuries all over his body.

At that time, she fainted, and when she opened her eyes, she saw his tall back, carefully holding his son, with bruises on his arms under his rolled-up shirt sleeves.

After a day and night of difficulty in giving birth to a son, she felt that everything was worth it when she saw this figure.

If there is no everything that follows.

She still feels that the broad back in front of her is very safe.

The bright crystal lamp in the hall illuminated her back to the real dimension, and she walked slower and slower, as if every step she took was heartbreaking.

Just as she was about to cross the guidance desk, the nurse on duty sounded in her ears: "Ma'am, your feet!"

Fu Haitang turned around when he heard the sound. Her expression behind him was still calm, her eyes did not waver, and she did not even lower her head to look at her feet.

His gaze crossed her slightly trembling body and landed on the snow-white floor tiles behind her, which clearly showed her footsteps.

It's a bloody footprint.

He frowned and paused for a few breaths. His eyes stiffened and dropped to her feet. A piece of broken glass was stuck firmly on the outside of her foot.

That's why she didn't stand firm at that time.

Fu Haitang came to his senses, panting heavily in his chest, and walked quickly to her side. He wanted to touch her but didn't dare. His glaring eyes were slightly red, and he squeezed out words from the depths of his throat: "Song Weiyu, you damn sure know how to retaliate against me."