Peerless Famous Doctor: The Female CEO's Personal Physician

Locke looked at the bride in front of him with complicated emotions.

Since yesterday, Sicily has not said a word, neither eat nor drink, and no one even knows if she slept last night, only that the woman is lying quietly on the bed, motionless, quietly like a dead man.

Locke came out of the room. He was wearing a red coat today, and his face was very clean. There was no greasy sweat in the past. This guy still looked handsome—of course, this had to ignore the fat on his body.

Several women approached.When they walked to Locke's side, they held Locke's arm or hand one by one, with very dissatisfied expressions.Locke was a little annoyed, so he waved them away.

"Go away, do you think I like her? Ma De, the shriveled one is like an old turtledove, I still like a plump one. But, this is another thing that can't be helped. This is what King Meike told me. I Can you resist? I can't, otherwise, the entire Locke family will be implicated, and we won't be able to do business in the future."

Locke was talking to himself, and walked into the city of Khan Pass.

Suddenly, the air seemed to stand still.

The originally bustling street suddenly became silent.

Because, Sarif is here.

He appeared on the street as if he appeared out of thin air.

Locke's teeth chattered.

In an instant, all the people retreated.

Locke wanted to escape, but his feet couldn't move, and even if he could escape now, he didn't dare to escape - because Sarif's indifferent eyes were looking at him at this moment.Locke believes that as long as he dares to make a little move, the other party will kill him in an instant.

Locke raised his hand and said loudly: "It has nothing to do with me, I swear, I haven't touched a finger of her until now, oh no, I haven't even touched a hair. If you don't believe it, you can go to Ask her."

"Of course I will ask." Sarif waved his hand, and Locke's fat body was thrown out like a cannonball.After landing, he spit out blood.In the blood, internal organs were also mixed.It was obvious that he couldn't survive.Sarif didn't even look at him, and then went straight into the courtyard,

King Meike was already waiting for him in the yard.

He looked at Mei Ke, looked at this courtyard, and said, "Did you purposely hold the wedding ceremony in this courtyard to anger me?"

Mike nodded and said, "Yes."

This courtyard is the one where Sarif lived at the beginning.He once killed an old lady here, and he once spent an unforgettable night with Sicily here.There are many memories here.His happiness, his troubles and sorrows, Meke arranged the wedding between Sicily and the fat pig in this yard, the purpose is to anger Sarif.

"Okay, you managed to piss me off," Sarif said.

In an instant, he rushed to Mei Ke's eyes.

Sarif's power is very strong.

Mike is very powerful.

Strength and strength are two completely different things.

However, the fighting power they erupted is basically the same.

Boom!
The yard is ruined.

Sarif rushed out and flew into the sky.

There is a woman in his arms.

The woman is Sicily wearing a red dress.

The corner of Sarif's mouth was already bleeding. The moment he came into contact with the opponent just now, he only felt an overwhelming impact, as if his internal organs were about to be smashed into pieces. The strength of the opponent was really too strong.

He stretched out his sleeve and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He lowered his head and said to the woman in his arms, "I'm here to save you."

The woman looked up with calm eyes.

Realizing that the woman's eyes seemed too calm, Sarif suddenly panicked.

Sicily said, "Why did you come to save me?"

"because……"

Sarif hesitated.

Yes, why do you want to save the other party?
Sicily is a Nalinker.

As for him, Sarif, he is nothing, or strictly speaking, he is the devil in the eyes of these Naringke people.

A devil, save a girl?
Speaking of this, it seems a little ridiculous.

But Sarif didn't laugh.

He said seriously: "I like you, I don't allow you to marry someone else, especially that fat pig."

Sicily's eyes remained calm, and she said, "Then what if, all of this is what I want?"

Suddenly, a small fruit knife appeared in the woman's hand.

As soon as she reached out, she directly stabbed the fruit knife into Sarif's abdomen.

There is poison on the knife.

Sarif felt the pain and wanted to let go, but he held back and hugged the woman even tighter."Why?" he asked.

Sicily's eyes were finally no longer calm.She said: "Why? When you threw me down, did you ever say why? When you lied to me, did I ask you why? When you killed Ah Liu, did you hear Ah Liu?" Six under the Nine Springs, did I ask you why?"

Hearing this, Sarif hugged her tighter and tighter.He was speechless, not knowing how to answer Sicilian's question.Because the answers to these questions will only increase the hatred of the other party - can he say that he lied to you because I like you?This is an absurd and laughable reason.Can he say that he threw you down because you showed a look of fear of me?This is even more unreasonable.Most importantly, he couldn't say that Ah Liu's death back then was just because...he was hungry.

The fruit knife was drawn out.

Then, he stabbed in again.

a bit.

Twice.

a dozen times...

The blood at the corner of Sarif's mouth was like a stream.

Sicily said: "All of this is voluntary. I want to avenge those dead Naling people, I want to avenge myself, and I want to avenge Ah Liu. You are a devil, you are not my race, you can only It's a demon!"

Sarif didn't dare to let go of his hand. For some reason, he thought that as long as he let go of the other party, the other party would die forever.

Yes, if you let go, the opponent will die.

die in his heart.

Sarif looked at the ground, and found that King Meike was sneering, and found that the soldiers of Narinke had already drawn their bows and arrows, and also found that there seemed to be a familiar figure among these soldiers.That figure is the figure of Mojito.

Mojito, are you here too?
Did you come here to avenge Ah Liu?

Sarif thought to himself.

He suddenly lowered his head and hugged the woman in his arms tightly, and the fruit knife pierced into his stomach, making it impossible for her to pull it out.

He asked, "So, Sicily, you hate me now, don't you?"

Sicily gritted her teeth and said, "Yes."

"Just because of the wrong things I've done?"

"Correct."

"Then I made a lot of money for you."

"Those are the money of our Nalingke people, not your money."

"If, I can give you more money, can you promise to be with me?"

"No! You should die! You are not the race of our planet Narinq, you are not Sarif, you are just a demon, something like you is not worthy of me at all!"

"Oh, I see."