In the dream, Cang Chengye treated him coldly and unfamiliarly, and all his words were filled with accusations.

"If you hadn't been running around, how could my legs have become crippled?"

"Duan Yuchen, are you a bitch? Please don't appear in front of me in this life! I'm afraid I won't be able to help myself and kill you!"

"I hate you! I shouldn't have gone abroad to save you. I should have left you there to fend for yourself!"

Cang Chengye had a blank expression on his face, and the words he spoke were cruel and cold.

People gradually become transparent until they disappear.

Duan Yuchen knew that the person in front of him was not Mr.

But he still couldn't help feeling sad, and he tried his best to stop Cang Chengye from disappearing.

But it was all in vain.

Cang Chengye was not even willing to give him a fantasy.

But he just couldn't stand the fact that the other person had a face exactly like his husband's and said such heartless words.

I even wondered, what if my husband woke up and I really said these words to him?

It’s better to listen to it first and prepare yourself mentally.

So that you won't be unable to accept it

Duan Yuchen squatted on the spot. He felt cold all over. When he lowered his head, his heart was dug out.

The blood in the empty heart was thick and scarlet.

Duan Yuchen fell in a pool of blood, and even wondered, if he had never appeared, would Cang Chengye still be in charge of his company?

Will you live a carefree life?

At least I won't have to worry about him causing trouble.

Duan Yuchen closed his eyes, his desire to die gradually increasing.

But at this moment, a beam of light came.

"My poor little boy." Cang Chengye walked forward and gently stretched out his hands to pick up the boy.