MTL - You Used to Be My World-Chapter 37 His world is lit

The sirens not only awakened Qiao Xuewei, but also let the heart of Song Mang sink into the bottom. ★First ★ 发★追★书★帮★ See the chill in the eyes of Qiao Xuewei, Song Manman said with a busy voice: "No, Joe Xuewei, you can't do this, you can't really get back."

"Returning? I never thought about turning back!" Qiao Xuewei looked at her coldly. "You should have died three years ago. If you die at that time, nothing will happen now."

The ruggedness of the past three years has come to my mind. When one person in the field is helpless, she survived by hating the Song vine. Three years later, when she stepped back into Haicheng, she thought she had won when she stepped on the soles of her feet.

However, Qiao Xuewei did not expect that Jiang Yicheng would have changed his mind in the past three years. I didn't even think of everything about her. Everything that should have been rinsed out was turned over again. She was driven out of Jiang’s home by Jiang Yicheng. She, she was gone.

And all this is caused by this woman in front of me!

It’s Song Man’s life, so she should pay the price.

Thinking of this, Qiao Xuewei’s eyes were even colder. She covered her hand on the back of the Song vine and whispered: “Farewell, Song vine.”

"No, don't!" I noticed the intention of Qiao Xuewei, Song Manman began to struggle, but the rope tied to the body was like a sly, she could not get rid of it.

The sirens have been completely approached, and the four speedboats are already at a distance of ten meters.

Jiang Yicheng, standing on the speedboat, also realized the idea of ​​Qiao Xuewei and quickly yelled: "Stop!"

His voice was very loud, and Song Mang looked up and saw Jiang Yicheng standing there. She couldn't see the expression on his face when she was too far apart. She only felt that his body was covered with a thick sorrow, like the fog that could not be opened in the morning.

He... Why did he appear here?

Song Manman was thinking about it, and he saw Qiao Xuewei attached to her ear. Her voice is very light, she said: "Song vines, I will tell you something about your dying, in fact, Jiang Yicheng has already liked you."

"You... what do you say?!" Song Mang looked at her incredulously.

"It's ridiculous, isn't it?" Qiao Xuewei evoked the corner of his lips. "You and Jiang Yicheng are the most stupid people in the world, so you are destined to have no way to be together."

The voice of Qiao Xuewei kept echoing in the ears of Song Man, and she even forgot that she should struggle at this moment. But before she could think more, Qiao Xuewei’s hand suddenly worked hard, and she fell into the sea.

Shen Hai is no stranger to this thing. The huge water pressure is like a moment to crush her heart, spleen and lungs. But in the mind of Song Manman, he began to show the face of Jiang Yicheng. From the time he was a child, to the present, it was like a photo album printed on his mind.

Did he finally like himself?

Just why, why not so happy in the imagination.

Song Mangan only felt that his consciousness gradually began to move away, followed her slowly to his eyes. And just before she was almost fainted, she suddenly felt her hands hold her tightly, and her body was stalked up all the way.

Song Manman wants to open his eyes and see who the person is.

But she is really tired, she is too tired to open the heavy eyes.

Jiang Yicheng jumped almost at the moment when Song Mang fell into the sea, but still couldn't catch up with her sinking speed. She caught her hard and found that she had completely closed her eyes.

Anxiously took her to the speedboat, and he did not hesitate to start giving her first aid. However, no matter how many times he had done artificial respiration, how many times he did CPR, Song Manman did not react at all.

When desperation was about to crush him, Song Manman’s mouth finally spit out a large mouthful of sea water. Her eyelashes trembled and her eyes narrowed.

At that moment, Jiang Yicheng felt that his world had re-emerged.

Involuntarily, he took the Song Mang into his arms and rubbed her wet hair with his hands. He whispered: "Fortunately... I am still..."