Seven Nights of Forbidden Love: Good Morning, Chief!

The news is known all over the world.

Many people scolded her secretly, saying that she, these are not the point...the point is!

How will she look back in the future! ! !

The man stood up frantically, picked up the remote control, and turned all the sounds off.

crazy!

crazy!

All of them are crazy!

The man walked around the house irritably, pacing, and when he was depressed to the extreme, he lifted his foot and kicked the table directly.

The secretary-general led the doctor downstairs.

Seeing this scene, he raised his eyebrows and motioned to the doctor to speak.

The doctor's head was sweating cold.

he……

When this man is so angry?

The Secretary-General squinted his eyes secretly, and a few dangerous cold light burst from the depths of his pupils.

Whoosh, it hit the doctor's face.

The doctor trembled bitterly, coughed twice, and said, "That..."

Boom!

The table kicked over.

The man turned sharply, facing the doctor, and said harshly: "If it can't be cured, don't live."

Doctors:"……"

Why is that?

Is it him again?

The doctor was silent and told him calmly: "It's not that I don't want to save it but...before she was rescued..."

Before he finished speaking, the secretary-general took his shoulders, squeezed gently, and motioned for him to shut up.

The doctor moved his lower lip, looked at the secretary-general, and fell silent.

"Master, I will take him out first."

As the secretary-general said, he took the people out.

The doctor was at the door and told him sensibly: "I'm telling the truth, that lady, her condition is really special."

"I know."

The secretary-general sighed, and then asked, "The injury on the young master's arm, doesn't it matter?"

"It doesn't matter." The doctor told him responsibly: "It's just a skin trauma. Just don't touch the water in the near future."

The Secretary-General asked for more details before returning to the house.

The room was already in a mess.

Tables, chairs, things that can be kicked... have all been kicked to the ground.

The secretary-general gave a hum, and called a servant to clean it. Then, pointing to the shards on the glass, he said, "Come on with a stainless steel table and chair."

More resistant to kicking.

The servant was embarrassed and embarrassed.

"What about others?" the Secretary-General asked.

The servant pointed in the direction of the second floor and said, "Above."

"Oh." Not surprising.

The secretary-general took the medicine in her hand, walked up, opened the door, and saw a man standing in front of the bed in the room, staring at the pale, dying person on the bed.

It's been more than a month.

He was in a coma, and the situation repeated.

It's even worse day by day.

The secretary-general walked over in a familiar way and poured the medicine into the drip.

Then, silently stepped aside: "Perhaps, death is better for her."

"She can do this step and push that person so far."

"Then wake up, you will endure more."

"Why, let her go."

The man simply interrupted him; "She can't die."

"Absolutely not."

"Since I can save her, then I can definitely save her alive."

Why bother?

A dying person.

The secretary-general stared at the unconscious person and sighed almost inaudibly.

"She wakes up, and it won't be yours." The Secretary-General calmly reminded him of the fact.

The man didn't move, just staring at the pale little face quietly.