Chapter 907: Yan Huan is the best for you

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Who can imagine that she has become like this now.
The former Sun Yuhan stood with her. Sun Yuhan was grass, so low that he could not turn over.
But now Su Muran compares with Sun Yuhan, she is dust, no matter how low it is, she can no longer stand upright, don't say a Sun Yuhan, even a beggar is better than her.
At least their servants have vitality, which is the vitality she is losing bit by bit.
No one knows her life until now. The doctor said that the most is half a year. Ha ha, half a year, half a year, how many half a year she can wait.
She can't wait, she can't wait at all.
At this time her facial features were twisted, terrible.
She moved her steps, walked over, and sat down, facing Sun Yuhan's face with heavy makeup, and really wanted to pin her finger on her neck, and then strangled him.
At the very least, even if she died, there would be a burial person, and she would be accompanied by someone. She was not reconciled, she was not reconciled.
The finger she held firmly, her teeth fell apart.
Why is it that she died, not her, but she, Su Muran was not even thirty years old, it is true that she really wants to die like this.
Both the husband and the father betrayed her, the family also betrayed her, what else does she have,
And the root of everything is because of the woman in front of me who doesn't know where it came from.
It's her, it's her.
Sun Yuhan passed the cup on the table, red lips lightly lifted the room, and did not put the hate in Su Muran’s eyes at this time. A person’s hatred must be supported. In addition to hate, it needs one. With a good body, Su Muran was so ghostly, she could kill her with just one finger.
"Miss Su, don't you want to know what I am looking for?"
The radian of her red lips lifted more and more beautiful. I have to say that Sun Yuhan in costume is indeed much prettier than Su Muran, who is like a ghost now. At least the word health is Now Su Muran is incomparable.
Su Muran sneered, "I don't think I have anything to discuss with you?"
"If I know how to save Miss Su?" Sun Yuhan suddenly leaned over his face and stared at Su Mu's skull-like appearance.
Su Muran's body stiffened, and the light in his eyes also contracted, "What do you mean?"
"That's what I meant."
Sun Yuhan gently turned the cup in his hand. As for me and Lu Qin, Miss Su should be very clear, even if it was not me, it would be someone else
She loves Lu Qin. Of course, she also knows Lu Qin. Lu Qin may not love her or Su Muran. He only loves what is behind them, but what is there, anyway, now she and Lu Qin are together By the way, as long as the Ye family does not fall, Lu Qin cannot leave her.
As for the Su family, he can't catch anything, not to mention the Su family still has an orthodox heir.
Su Muran's younger brother.
"Miss Su's father is really a young sword. At such a young age, he can also have a son, right," she laughed again. "I forgot to congratulate you."
Su Muran's fingers on her legs clenched hard. Suddenly, her eyes were dizzy, and the whole world started to turn up, and she shook her fingers and took out a bottle from her bag. The medicine, and then the trembling hand opened the medicine bottle, and a few pills were poured into the palm of the hand, and there were not many, which would be stuffed into his mouth.
Sun Yuhan, who was sitting on the side, was fine. He continued to stir the coffee in the cup with a spoon.
Soon after, Su Muran's breathing finally calmed down, but the whole face was white like a ghost. She knew she had to transfuse again, but she didn't want to transfuse, she didn't want to transfuse others' blood. The blood in her body is warm, but the blood flowing into her body is cold. Sometimes she feels that she is no longer like a person, but a cold-blooded animal, her body temperature is getting lower and lower Her activity is getting slower and slower, and she starts to lose her hair, and she has no menstruation.
And sometimes she seems to feel that she is dying. A living person's fear of death is innate and has nothing to do with courage. She is afraid of death. She is afraid that she will not breathe.
She lifted her face, and the muscles with skin on her face seemed to be beating. Su Muran at this time was not only ugly, but also terrible.
"What is the reason you came to me?"
Su Muran said very slowly, but in fact, she had no energy. If it was her in the past, she might slap in the face of this small third. If she could not be killed, she would not call Su Muran.
However, she is still Su Muran, but she is a half-dead Su Muran. Sometimes she doesn't even have the strength to raise her hand. How can she do other things.
Sun Yuhan picked up the cup on the table, and then it was slow, just like torturing people, drinking one after another, and then she put down the glass.
He also stared at Su Mu's face seriously, and wanted to find out something from Su Muran's face. It's a pity that she really couldn't find any similarity from a skeleton.
At this time, Su Muran's face also became the one called Yan Huan. If it is, how good it is, yes, how good it is, she can ruin this face.
Slowly, she lowered the cup again and propped up her face with one hand.
"In addition to Lu Yi and your blood type, there is another person in this world. Do you know it?"
"Yan Huan," Su Muran stopped for a while, then bit out the name fiercely, yes, it was Yan Huan, it was Yan Huan.
And she narrowed her eyes and stared at the woman in front of her, "What do you mean?"
"I don't mean anything? Sun Yuhan is still smiling, that is, he smiles a little bit differently, "I really don't mean anything else, I just want to save your life as if I owe you. "
But she scorned in her heart, just like you are half dead, even your family gave up you, not to mention Lu Qin.
Su Muran grabbed her bag again, found the medicine bottle inside, put it in the palm of her hand, and held it firmly, but when her finger moved, the medicine bottle slipped from the palm of her hand.
She gripped the pill bottle again, and the end of her fingers felt only a burst of numbness, just like her life, it seemed to be coming to an end.
Sun Yuhan gently rubbed the mug on the table. She looked like a low-level creature. The kind of compassion and sympathy almost hurt Su Muran's heart.
She is Su Muran. After she is Su Ying, she has become popular all over the country and is popular all over the world. She does not need the sympathy of others or the pity of others, and this kind of look like a dead person.