Chapter 233 I Won't Let You Live Alone

The man's eyes were gentle, "As long as you are healthy, I will not let myself have anything to do."

Song Wuyou choked and said, "What if one day I'm not healthy?"

The man's eyes were deep and deep: "We will not be separated."

"When will the war end?" Song Wuyou suddenly missed them when they were children.

That way, they wouldn't fear each other that the other would die on the battlefield—

"Regret joining the army with me?" Dongfang Xuan squinted slightly.

Song Wuyou shook his head: "I don't regret it!"

She held his hand tightly and looked at him seriously: "Promise me! No matter what the circumstances are, you will live for me! I was really panicked just now, if you are not here, how can I live? No You, I will not live!"

Dongfang Xuan softly hooked his lips: "Silly girl, I won't let you try to live this kind of pain alone."

...

Tears fell on the backs of the hands on the legs.

Song Wuyou looked sad, looked up at the door of the operating room with sad eyes.

Dongfang Xuan, you told me not to let me try the pain of living alone.

You gave me death, have you ever thought that I live in another world without you...

If there is something wrong with Gu Yanhao, she will really be thorough, living alone, living alone.

There is no one around who loves me, or who I love, living alone...

Mu Gu received the news that Gu Yanhao was injured, and drove from the ranch to the hospital.

Regardless of whether it is night or not, and regardless of the personal safety of others, all the way, they come running through red lights.

He came to the hospital in a hurry, disliked the waste of waiting for the elevator, and came running on the stairs.

As soon as he appeared, he saw Song Wuyou sitting there with his back straight.

When he saw two clear tears streaming down Song Wuyou's beautiful and pale face, his eyes were extremely sad.

His footsteps stopped abruptly.

He stood there, watching her silently.

Looking at her profile, she was so sad, so helpless, so lonely—

His heart suddenly throbbed violently.

The hand that was beside him was held tightly because he wanted to suppress the pain in his heart.

The peach blossom-like eyes were filled with undisguised stormy waves.

Suddenly, I really want to go up and hug her and give her some warmth and safety to her thin body.

But he restrained himself.

After a long time, he tried very hard to calm down his emotions, raised his slender legs and stepped forward.

He came to Song Wuyou and sat down, handing her a handkerchief.

A kerchief suddenly appeared in front of him, Song Wuyou was stunned for a while, then slowly turned his head and looked at the owner of the kerchief.

Mu Gu smiled at her, and said in a condescending manner, "Wipe away your tears, your nose will come out from crying."

"Thank you." Song Wuyou took the towel and wiped away the tears on her face.

A touch of pain quickly passed from the bottom of Mu Gu's eyes.

He looked at Song Wuyou: "Ahao will be fine."

"Hope." Song Wuyou's voice was a little dull.

Mu Gu looked at her deeply for a few seconds, then took his eyes away from her face, glanced at the crying little girl's parents and the family members of the other wounded, and asked, "Are they all out yet?"

"No."

As soon as Song Wuyou's voice fell, the door of the operating room where the little girl was rescued opened, Song Wuyou looked up.

The little girl's parents rushed up, and the man grabbed the doctor's arm and asked anxiously, "How is my daughter?"

The doctor told him bitterly: "The bullet hit the heart, we tried our best."