Chapter 600 Good Man

After the car accident, his wife, the woman he called Ruoxi, fell into a coma and was once thought to never wake up again. Looking at the helpless doctors, Linghu Yong acted more painful than death.

Some younger nurses were talking about it in private, saying that the woman had a good vision and chose a good man. Even if it became like this, he would never leave her.

But no one knew that all this was planned by Linghu Yong. He even predicted the timing of the car accident, the location of the collision, the traffic conditions nearby, and the approximate time for the ambulance to arrive.

That's right, he wanted Ruoxi to die.

Only if she died, those secrets could be buried forever.

But what he didn't expect was that this woman who had always been submissive in front of him had such a strong vitality that such a collision didn't kill her on the spot.

After rescue, she miraculously survived. Although she suffered a severe head injury, the doctor told her to be prepared for the patient to never wake up.

But she was still alive after all.

As long as she is alive, there will be a day when she wakes up. When she wakes up, she will definitely realize that she arranged this car accident, and the consequences are absolutely unacceptable!

One night many years ago, late at night, he persuaded Ruoxi's father to leave, and stayed alone in the ward, looking at Ruoxi with her eyes closed on the bed.

That was his wife, and now, she has become his death warrant.

Just when he was in a daze, suddenly, he heard a rapid gasp, and then the body of the motionless woman on the bed began to tremble.

Although the amplitude was small, it immediately alarmed Linghu Yong on the side.

In Linghu Yong's tangled and panicked eyes, this weak woman slowly opened her eyes.

Those were a pair of empty and confused eyes. After a long time, Ruoxi seemed to realize where she was. Her eyeballs slowly turned in her eye sockets, and the moment her eyes touched Linghu Yong, they suddenly changed.

An emotion called fear instantly occupied her eyes.

Sure enough

Linghu Yong's heart sank. Although she was slow to react, she was not stupid. After waking up, she immediately realized that all this was his fault.

Linghu Yong walked over quickly and stared down at the familiar face.

Ruoxi's lips trembled slightly. She was seriously injured and could hardly move or make a sound. The fear in her eyes was almost condensed into substance. Linghu Yong saw begging in her eyes.

"You know too much. I can't risk keeping you. If you want to blame someone, blame your curiosity. You must secretly unlock my computer."

As soon as the voice fell, Linghu Yong reached out and slowly pulled off the breathing mask on Ruoxi's face.

"Hu——"

"Hu——"

A violent gasp sounded, Ruoxi kept twisting her body, her pale face flushed red, she struggled painfully, trying to breathe more fresh air, but everything was destined to be in vain.

Linghu Yong watched all this silently. The nightmare was about to drive him crazy. He would never allow another person to know his secret, otherwise he would die.

No, it will be a more terrible ending than death!

He will not put all his hopes on a woman.

The violent struggle seemed to involve the injury, and large mouthfuls of blood flowed out of her mouth, "cough cough cough" Ruoxi was choked by the blood, the back of her hand was straightened, and the veins on her face emerged. Until she died, her eyes were fixed on Linghu Yong's face.

In addition to despair, there was only hatred.

Pure and amazing hatred.

Staring at the woman's face with eyes wide open, it is impossible to say that he is not afraid at all, but Linghu Yong still gritted his teeth and looked back with the same fierce eyes: "Don't blame me, this is all your own fault!"

Time and space intertwined, Linghu Yong was in a trance and returned to that day, that ward.

The scene in front of him was like a movie replay, flashing in his eyes frame by frame, and every frame was the same as before. After everything settled, Linghu Yong slowly walked forward and closed Ruoxi's eyes that were wide open.

It wasn't because of a guilty conscience, but being stared at by those eyes, he felt that something in his heart couldn't be suppressed, as if it was about to burst out.

Next, just wait.

When it was almost dawn, he pretended to be very panicked and went to find the nurse on duty, saying that his wife, Ruoxi, was dead. He was too tired and fell asleep, and just found out when he woke up.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

But just as he took a few steps and turned around, habitually wanting to confirm whether there were any flaws left, the scene in front of him made his heart cold, and the blood in his veins seemed to freeze.

Ruoxi stared at him with a pair of eyes, full of resentment.

How could this happen?

Why did she open her eyes again?

Linghu Yong's nerves were already a little dazed. He could no longer tell whether this was reality or he had returned to that time and experienced what he had experienced again.

But he clearly remembered that Ruoxi was dead, and she didn't open her eyes again at that time.

Something strange happened

Linghu Yong slapped his face fiercely. It hurt. It was painful. This was not a dream. He stepped forward cautiously and stretched out his shaking hands, wanting to close Ruoxi's eyes again.

Closer, closer. Just as he touched Ruoxi's eyelids, a piercing chill came from his fingertips.

So cold.

Ruoxi's body was definitely not like that of a person who had just died. It looked like she had been hidden in a cold storage for a long time after death.

But fortunately, her eyes closed again without any accidents.

Just when Linghu Yong was about to leave immediately, perhaps it was a premonition that prompted him to look back again. Even if it was to confirm, the eyes that met his gaze were still a pair of unyielding eyes.

A moment later, Ruoxi's already stiff mouth twitched, and big drops of blood and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, "Do you really want me to die?"

Linghu Yong's head buzzed, he grabbed his hair, his pupils trembled violently, his legs stepped back, and he felt that he was going crazy.

No, the whole world was crazy!

"Do you really want me to die?!"

"Do you really want me to die?!"

The harsh voice was full of boundless resentment, like a repeater, with one wave higher than the other.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Linghu Yong's psychological defense finally collapsed, he cried and crawled back, a warm liquid dripped along his trouser legs.

"I don't know anything, let me go, let me go! I don't want to die!"

Linghu Yong, a burly man, collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, and kept crawling backwards. A pair of white hands slowly stretched out from the darkness behind him, and Linghu Yong felt a chill on his neck.

"I'm dead, why are you still alive?!" Someone screamed in Linghu Yong's ear.

"No, no! Ah!"