Chapter 1045 Dreamland

Mu Gu picked her up and rushed her to the hospital as quickly as possible.

The hospital gave Song Wuyou an examination. He was overtired, anemic, and undernourished, so he passed out.

Song Wuyou didn't wake up until the glucose was infused.

Mu Gu guarded her, sitting in front of the bed, staring at her pale face with deep and distressed eyes.

"Wuyou, the one you fell in love with, why is Ahao?" He murmured in a low voice.

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"No matter which life, you fell in love with him and lived a happy life?"

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"In the previous life, when he had three thousand beauties in his harem, where did you cry?"

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"In this life, you are married, but now, do you know where he is?"

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"Why isn't the man you love me? In fact, no matter in which life, as long as you love me, your ending will be very different."

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"I can give you a lifetime of glory and wealth, and I can give you the status of the president's wife. My body, my heart, and my money will all be given to you."

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Mu Gu stretched out his hand, and gently stroked Song Wuyou's thin face, his eyes were full of tenderness.

He loves her, loved her in the previous life, the memory of this life is awakened, and he loves her even more.

Now, he really doesn't want to let Gu Yanhao out.

He knew that once released, he would never get her.

He doesn't ask for many lives, he doesn't ask for several lives, he only asks that he can be with her in this life.

"Wuyou, if Ah Hao never comes back, will I have a chance?" Mu Gu looked at Song Wuyou distressedly.

The distress in his eyes was for her and himself.

"Stupid woman, I'm not bad, am I?" Mu Gu smiled bitterly, and gently touched Song Wuyou's face with his warm hand, "Why are you so persistent, and you don't have to love Ah Hao?"

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"Look at you, how thin have you become? Hehe... In this regard, you are very similar to me. Why do I have to love you?"

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Mu Gu sat here, talking a lot to himself.

His voice is warm and deep, magnetic and thick, very pleasant.

He said many affectionate words, but unfortunately, Song Wuyou didn't hear a single word.

Song Wuyou, who was in a coma, actually had a dream.

It was a dark, narrow room.

Her beloved man, Gu Yanhao, was tied to a cross like five flowers, waiting for cruel torture.

His hair was messy, his eyes were bloodshot, and the blood on his forehead flowed down his cheeks drop by drop.

It added a bit of beauty to his whole body.

He lowered his head and looked up, his bloodshot eyes were looking at himself worriedly with endless helplessness.

"Wuyou, be careful of Mugu." He said softly.

While speaking, red, viscous liquid flowed out from the corner of his mouth, which was incomparably enchanting.

Those bloodshot eyes looked like flames, with a burning red.

Song Wuyou felt a pain in his heart, and rushed forward: "Ah Hao!"

She wanted to help him untie the chains on his body, but she couldn't untie them no matter what, she couldn't touch him.

"Be careful, Mugu! Take care of Xiaobao!" Gu Yanhao said loudly.

After shouting, his figure, like a rapidly melting popsicle, gradually disappeared.

In the end, the whole figure melted away.

"Ah Hao!" Song Wuyou pounced on him, but couldn't catch him no matter what.

"Ahao! Ahao!" She searched around in the narrow space, but she didn't find him in this house, so she wanted to look outside.

But as soon as he reached the only door, Mu Gu appeared.

Mu Gu's tall figure blocked the door, completely blocking her way.