Quick Transmigration: The Villain’s Sweet Wife

Fu Qingyan's long, narrow and sharp sword pierced his eyes, and the gold frame glasses on the tall nose bridge were extremely thin and cool.

The door was closed, and Fu Qingyan glanced at the valuable watch on his wrist.

There is no obvious emotion on the surface.

—

Quan Nai was walking by the side of the road, carrying the food prepared for Fu Qingyan at night in his hand.

Suddenly she covered her heart, her eyebrows twisted into a word Sichuan, her face turned pale involuntarily.

The thin sweat quickly covered the girl's pale face.

Beep--

The whistle of the car was sharp and piercing.

Kwon Na turned around.

A white Cadillac.

After the glass was clean enough to reflect the light, a woman with long hair in a red dress on the driver's seat could be clearly seen.

A coquettish red outfit, with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

That mouth shape seemed to say, Ji Jiaoyue, go to hell.

Kwon Nai was weak, wanted to call for help but couldn't speak out, and turned his body sideways desperately.

A parabola glides through a twisted arc in the air.

The owner of the Cadillac ran away.

The blood on the ground spreads and blooms like a flower.

There are more and more people around.

"Hurry up and call an ambulance! This bloody!"

"Have you remembered the license plate number? Hit-and-run!"

"Hurry up and send the little girl to the hospital!"

It's just that no one noticed that the **** the ground who was thought to have lost consciousness had the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

The pale lip color is even more terrifying.

Like being possessed...ghost.

Fu Qingyan went crazy and ran to the operating room. The white coat was not completely worn, and a few buttons on his chest were torn apart.

Those eyes, which hadn't changed for thousands of years, were gradually occupied by fear.

"Doctor Fu, you can't do this operation!" The male nurse stood in front of Fu Qingyan with a firm expression.

Fu Qingyan took a deep breath and straightened out the torn white coat to make himself look calmer.

He couldn't control... his hand was shaking.

"Step aside."

The man's voice was steady, covering his undetected panic.

The end of the eyes is blood-stained red.

"I said to get out of the way, I am a doctor, I..."

Liu Xuechen came over and pulled his arm, frowning, "It's not time to be angry, can you guarantee that your hands don't shake? Can you guarantee that Ji Jiaoyue is like others in your heart? You are responsible for her life! The director has gone in. Ready, you..."

Fu Qingyan stabilized his emotions.

"I am a doctor, I know everything about Ji Jiaoyue."

"If at this juncture of life and death, I don't want to put her life in someone else's hands."

"Also, I can."

Because I care, it must be possible.

Fu Qingyan tried his best to control himself and calm himself down.

Because only in this way can the bright moon be saved.

"Fu Qingyan is now the time for you to play your temper? The director's level is not worse than yours, and..."

"Step aside."

His voice trembled, but at the same time indifferent to his bones.

In the end, Fu Qingyan still went in.

The director hit an assistant for an unprecedented time.

The lights in the operating room are on.

The people outside the operating room clenched their fists.

No one can be more focused than Fu Qingyan, no one can be more afraid than Fu Qingyan.

Time passed by every minute.

The hands on the clock crawled hard.

Finally, the operating light went out.

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Fu Qingyan stayed beside the person on the hospital bed.

His face was haggard, not much better than the person on the bed.

He held her hand tightly, as if he was about to grow old.

Can't lose her.

Fu Qingyan put Quan Nai's hand on his face without a trace.

Don't sleep, be good.