Chapter 299

The Scheming President Who Cannot be Loved (P 83)

Mo Ran was slightly stiffened because of Ye Ziyan's gritting of teeth. Zhou Min came forward. For the first time, after he woke up, he really looked directly into his eyes. "Ye Ziyan, hate me if you want to hate me! If you want to forget me, I'm praying for Mo Ran's help. And he agreed to my request because he loved you. Only when you and I forget each other can we start our own lives and no longer entangled!"

"Zhou Min, you are really too selfish. You provoked me first, and now you don't want me. Why is everything up to you? What about me! What should I do?"

Ye Ziyan's words made Zhou Min stager and step back a few steps unsteadily.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I can't continue; I'm sorry, I don't have the courage to stay with you again; I'm sorry, the first time I can't keep my promise to you; I'm sorry, I've even lost the strength to stay with you; I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really tired... So, let me go..." Zhou Min's voice was choked and deeply desolate.

"It's not like this... It shouldn't be like this..." Zhou Min was countless sorry, but it was like a sharp knife, which was mercilessly inserted into his heart. That kind of pain made him feel that the whole world began to tremble. He never knew that there was a kind of pain, which could really make people feel frustrated...

Her sorry, her apology, her word for word, did not blame and complain, but beat him into the abyss.

Did she begin to regret falling in love with him... Are they all telling him that she really doesn't want him...

But how can she not leave him? She doesn't want him anymore, so what should he do? He never thought that one day, she would not want him, she would leave him, and she would completely disappear from his life...

He is going to lose it without even preparing...

When he stayed in the hospital every night, he had to spend more time and effort after starting to plan. He even decided not to be dignified and proud, and cling to her shamelessly. He had done a good job in the long-term war of resistance. He gave himself a lot of preventive injections. No matter how indifferent and ruthless she was, he did not let go and exchanged it with his heart. A chance! He has made up his mind, regardless of all costs, and with all his heart. Even if his head is broken and bleeding, he will catch her to death. No matter how long it takes, he is willing to wait for her to love him again. He desperately told himself that as long as he doesn't let go, one day she and he can do it again...

But why did she decide to end all this in this way...

This is more painful than killing him with her own hands. How can she take away the memories that belong to them, those memories that are in his heart, even unconsciously integrated into the bone and blood, engraved into the soul, and how can she take away those happiness...

How can she take give him happiness? When he is greedy for that happiness, he will take everything away...

Heart, began to be slowly sliced with sharp swords, sliced, and scattered little by little...

Ye Ziyan just felt heartache at the beginning, but he also tasted the suffocation of his heart in an instant.

Only crazy struggles and rage, roars and roars can give his heartache a little room to breathe in a moment.

"No, I don't want to be sorry... I don't want to be sorry, don't say I'm sorry... Don't say I'm sorry... I can't be sorry, how can I be sorry... No, I can't just end like this... Don't end... Don't start again... I don't want to start again alone... Don't... Don't... Zhou Min, Zhou Min, Zhou Min...!"

When Ye Ziyan's rage, his eyes were red, and many golden needles on his body began to be unstable, Zhou Min suddenly fell on Ye Ziyan's body and hugged him.

Because of Zhou Min's sudden rush into his arms, Ye Ziyan's heart suddenly felt the space to breathe. He struggled to reach out and hug the woman in his arms.

The warmth of her body, the smell of her body, the softness of her hair, the frequency of her heartbeat, and the temperature of her breathing began to be infinitely clear little by little, which made his heart ache into his heart. But at this time, Ye Ziyan found that even if he was heartbroken, he missed the feeling of holding her in his arms more. His heart was so attached and desperate for her.

Ye Ziyan pulled the shackles on his wrist fiercely, and there was a violent eagerness to break his hands. He just wanted to hold the woman in his arms tightly, never let go, and never let go, so that he had a kind of jade burning ghost at this time!

"Brother Ziyan... I'm sorry!"

Brother Ziyan, who had never heard her call since he woke up, at this time, made Ye Ziyan's heart and heart split, and his mind was blank. Like being struck by lightning, it was like saying goodbye to Brother Ziyan. He didn't want... He, don't want...

Ye Ziyan half raised his body and struggled constantly. In the way of self-harm, he let Zhou Min hold his head and pressed the unconscious hole behind his neck, Ye Ziyan finally found that Zhou Min's decision tonight really could not escape, and he was even more helplessly willing to face a cruel truth frankly. Zhou Min would rather let him forget, nor I am willing to give him another chance to make a decision.

Ye Ziyan, who suddenly stopped struggling, buried her whole face in Zhou Min's neck, and made her hand stop slightly in mid-air with a wet and hot...

There was only one moment to stay. The next moment, Zhou Min's heart was over, and the needle in his hand fell, completely fainting Ye Ziyan.

Both of the two people in their arms did not pay attention to it. The other party's eyes at that moment, Ye Ziyan's desperate anger, helpless pleaded, Zhou Min's eyes were sad and bitter, painful and affectionate.

Ye Ziyan completely softened. Zhou Min carefully put him on the bed and got up. After regaining his expression, he began to do the last two steps, but was caught by Mo Ran. "Zhou Min..."

"Brother Mo Ran..."

Both of them didn't say anything, but Mo Ran couldn't help but use his strength to hold Zhou Min's hand. Looking at Ye Ziyan's wrists, he was half-handcuffed. It seemed that his hands had been scrapped. It can be imagined that he was not ready to have his own hands at that time.

Blood followed the handcuffs, and the bed and wood flowed all over the ground. The flesh and flesh burst, and the flesh and blood were blurred. The palm of the hand was weak to fish, and half of the wound had been cracked. Looking at it, Mo Ran was scared.

Such Ye Ziyan made Mo Ran feel afraid. His fierce determination, the determination to struggle, or the determination not to let go of Zhou Min, made him tremble.

Let him think, is it wrong...

'Well!' Just when Mo Ran decided to give up Zhou Min's plan, Zhou Min first stunned him with a golden needle.

The last impression of Moyan seemed to be Zhou Min's sad and helpless, grateful and bitter eyes, and that sentence, whispered, he thought it was an illusion of 'I can't go back...'

When the last two gold needles were inserted into Ye Ziyan's body, Zhou Min looked at Ye Ziyan's hands that were pulled and broken alive by her fiercely. Tears gushed out uncontrollably. The originally numb heart suddenly twitched for a moment, which made Zhou Min subconsciously hold her heart.

That moment of pain was fleeting. After taking a deep breath, Zhou Min found the key, opened the handcuffs, 'Kata', blood spots, and some flesh and blood handcuffs fell to the ground.

Zhou Min shed tears and sewed back the hard-broken tendon with a needle. After two hours of protecting it with a golden needle, she bandaged Ye Ziyan's hands with white gauze. Both ankles were the same, the same scar, and the same cruel to herself.

When everything was done, it was noon the next day. I didn't sleep all night. There were countless unanswered phone calls in my mobile phone, including Zhou's father, Ye Lao's housekeeper, and mother's...

After gently straightening Ye Ziyan's messy hair, Zhou Min suddenly lay on his heart and listened to his strong heartbeat, smiling with a trace of weak sadness and bitterness. That was the farewell of the client's last empathy. "Brother Ziyan, I, I'm gone..."