Are you sure you want to divorce me?

"Huh?" Han Yufeng raised his eyebrows, "Car? Where did you learn this from?"

"Don't worry about where I learned it from. You just need to know that if you are not weak now, I can kill you on the spot in a few minutes. What about you? Do you have the same impulse for me?"

"..." Han Yufeng's eyes darkened, and he stared at Wen Wenyao dangerously. After a few seconds, he said slowly, "Xu? Huh? Baby, do you want to experience it for yourself?"

"……"Oops!Wen Wenyao thought to himself, this one accidentally touched that person's Ni Lin again.So now even though Wen Wenyao's head is pressed in his arms and he can't see his expression, he can still feel the bursts of murderous aura radiating out.Mother!It's too scary, right? !

"That...kiss, don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive...I said it wrong...it's not this one, it's that one..." Wen Wenyao stopped in the middle of his words, because he felt that it was a bit over-the-top blacken.Helpless, he had no choice but to shut up completely, as if letting go, and then Han Yufeng ate the tofu openly.In fact, Han Yufeng didn't do anything, just pinched his waist and patted his butt by the way.

But such a simple action made Wen Wenyao tremble all over.Maybe he was lonely for too long, he thought.

"Okay, let's expose this matter. You will know the answer to the question of whether I am false or not. Now accompany me down to meet John." He didn't mention Wen Yehua's matter, because Wen Wenyao didn't know what he just said. stay awake.

"Are you going down now? Are you sure you won't rest for a while? Or should I let him come up to see you? You just had a fever..."

"How long have I been burning?"

"It didn't take long. After the drip, it's almost gone. How do you feel now? Are you still dizzy?"

"Fortunately."

"Well... But dear, you are upstairs now. If you want to go down, I have to carry you down... Wheelchairs can't get off... Are you sure you want to do this again?" Although Wen Wenyao was in a questioning tone , but he did not hide the expectation in his eyes.

Han Yufeng: "..." Don't think that if you pretend to be thinking of me, I don't know what you are thinking.

In order not to make Wen Wenyao too complacent, he changed his mind and said, "Then please ask him to come up."

Wen Wenyao: "!!!" Why don't you follow the routine!

"That..." Wen Wenyao silently looked at the person leaning against the bed for a while, and finally said helplessly, "Okay." Then he was about to go out with his head drooping.

After he couldn't see him leaving, Han Yufeng frowned and looked at his legs, secretly planning to put walking practice on the agenda as soon as possible.

John came up very quickly, and after a while, Han Yufeng found that his figure was not as tall as before, and there were even a few strands of white hair on his sideburns, which made it hard to imagine that this man was still powerful not long ago The underworld boss.

"you're old."

"My heart is dead, can I not grow old?"

"What happened to Lin's death?" Han Yufeng didn't seem interested in this topic, he directly cut to the point and asked the question that he was most concerned about now.

Upon hearing this, the aura around John became even more gloomy. He was silent for a long time, and finally said in a low voice, "Suicide."

"Where is she now? I want to see her."

"Han, you'd better rest now, and you can see her tomorrow." John hesitated for a long time, and slowly put his hand on Han Yufeng's cold hand to cover it, just like before, and said that sentence. Inappropriate words, "Sorry."

"What's the matter? John, what do you think I'm here for this time? Condolences? As a biological son? No, you think of me too much. I just came to see her, how did she die? , and come to ask her, how can she die without atonement."

"I'm sorry...she owed you, and I will pay it back for her in the future. Han, I always want you to be happy, so, can you stop doing this?"

"No. John, you probably didn't realize what I lost in that accident. I still can't sit up quickly, otherwise I will feel palpitations and dizziness, and in severe cases, I may even faint due to insufficient blood supply. My heart is always a time bomb, maybe it will be detonated one day, and I will never wake up from sleep."

"You don't have to worry about this! I have already issued an order to the whole world, and I believe that a suitable donor will be found within three months."

"Three months, do you think I have so much time to wait?" When Han Yufeng said this, he was very calm, as if the discussion was an irrelevant person.

"Han! Don't be so pessimistic!" John looked at Han Yufeng, trying to see a trace of joking on his face, but unfortunately there was none.

"Listen to me first. I can't stand up with my legs yet. Even the short distance upstairs and downstairs requires help. My hands don't have the strength. I can do everything I should do in my good years I can’t do anything, and I have to live in the shadow of death at any time, tell me, who should I settle with?” Although Han Yufeng was weaker in the past, he could live to his seventies and eighties with good care. In this way, every time I open my eyes, I feel sincerely grateful that I am still alive.

"I'm sorry. One month, I promise you to find a donor within one month, at all costs. So rest assured and leave it to me."

What Han Yufeng wanted was this sentence and his sincere promise. He was very good at using this man's guilt to drive him to do whatever he wanted him to do.Because he knows that even if he knows his little thoughts, he won't feel any grievances.

"John, please."

"It's nothing, this is what I should do. You probably don't know. During the days when he left, I always dreamed that when I saw you for the first time, you were so... .”

"John! I'm tired."

"You...Okay. Take a good rest and see you tomorrow." John got up helplessly, but suddenly bumped into Wen Wenyao who was walking here, knocking over the tray in his hand.Wen Wenyao didn't check, and was splashed by the hot porridge in the tray, and immediately scalded and yelled.

Han Yufeng became anxious. He raised his hand and tore off the needle buried on the back of his hand, and moved his legs with difficulty as if he was about to fall to the ground.Seeing this, Wen Wenyao couldn't care less about the burning pain on the back of his hand, and rushed over to support his crumbling body, "Don't worry! Don't worry! I'm fine, I just got burned."

"Show me." Han Yufeng held Wen Wenyao's wrist involuntarily, looking at the back of his hand.

Seeing such a scene in the back, John couldn't help but sighed, and said, "I'll ask the doctor to come up and deal with him." Then he turned and left.