My wife's vest has been exposed. President, please stop being stubborn.

"Not only are you mean to me for others, you're also trying to drive me away?" Su Mengyao widened her eyes in disbelief, and complained with tears in her eyes, "You said you only loved me in this life, and you said you would help me cure my illness, and then proposed to me at my birthday party. Were you all lying to me?"

Su Mengyao's expression gradually became ferocious due to anger and unwillingness. "Everyone knows about our relationship. I have no way out. If you can't fulfill your promise to me, I don't mind fighting to the death."

"I don't care. If I can't get a heart transplant, I won't live long anyway. But you are different..." Su Mengyao said the cruelest words in the calmest tone, "You are the only heir of the Mu family. You still have a lot of prime years. It would be a pity if I ruined your life like this."

This is a VIP ward, and Mu Feng is the only patient in the room.

It is precisely because of this that Su Mengyao feels so confident.

When his illness flared up just now, his expression of excruciating pain didn't seem like he was pretending at all.

Given his current physical condition, he is no match for her.

She walked to the table opposite the bed, picked up a fruit knife from the fruit bowl, and stabbed an apple with a fierce look in her eyes.

But she tilted her head, looked at Mu Feng innocently, and said with a smile: "Brother Feng, what do you think would happen if this knife stabbed a certain part of your body?"

"Gurgle!" Thinking of the previous dream, Mu Feng swallowed his saliva with horror in his eyes.

This woman is really crazy. Why didn’t I realize how extreme she was before?

He tried hard to calm down, forced a smile, and said softly: "I don't mean to drive you away, I'm just really tired. After the painkiller injection, I feel particularly exhausted. Please don't think too much, okay?"

He waved at her, with a hint of temptation in his voice, "Yaoyao, come here."

Su Mengyao looked at him for a long while before walking towards him slowly.

Seeing that she still had the knife in her hand, Mu Feng coaxed her softly, "Be good, let's put the knife down first, okay? What if I hurt you?"

"Are you really afraid of hurting me?" Su Mengyao raised her eyebrows, a hint of sarcasm flashing across her eyes.

"Of course, if you get hurt, how sad I will be." Mu Feng coaxed her patiently, "Be good and listen to me."

Su Mengyao's eyes flashed, and she put the knife back, "I'll trust you for now."

Seeing this, Mu Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But he didn't dare to relax. He was a patient now, and even if Su Mengyao didn't have a sharp weapon in her hand, he didn't dare to gamble.

His eyes darkened, and when Su Mengyao was five steps away from him, he reached out and pulled her into his arms.

"How can you doubt my love for you? Don't you know how I have treated you over the years?" Mu Feng turned over and pushed her down on the bed. "I was originally planning to let you go tonight, but since you don't believe me, I can only prove it with my actions."

As he said this, he kissed her passionately.

Feeling the familiar breath and throbbing, Su Mengyao quickly sank into it. How could she have the mind to think about anything else?

Looking at her emotional expression, a hint of pride and mockery flashed across Mu Feng's eyes.

This woman is really despicable. She has allowed herself to fall to this point. He thought she was a pure and innocent girl before.

Ah!

Perhaps in retaliation for her previous threat, Mu Feng was very ruthless this time, without any gentleness at all.