Chapter 907 Yan Huan Is the Best for You

Who could have imagined that she would become like this now.

When Sun Yuhan stood with her before, Sun Yuhan was grass, lowered to the ground, unable to turn over.

But compared with Sun Yuhan now, Su Muran was dust. No matter how low she was, she could not stand up straight again. Not to mention Sun Yuhan, even a beggar would live better than her.

At least they had vitality, which was the vitality that she was losing bit by bit.

No one knew how long she could live. The doctor said that at most she could live for half a year. Haha, half a year, half a year, how many half a year could she wait.

She couldn't wait any longer. She couldn't wait at all.

At this time, her facial features were distorted and hideous.

She moved her steps, walked over, and then sat down, facing Sun Yuhan's heavily made-up face. At this time, she really wanted to put her fingers on her neck and strangle her to death.

At least, even if she died, there would be someone buried with her. She would have someone to accompany her when she died. She was unwilling, she was unwilling.

She clenched her fingers tightly, and her teeth were broken.

Why did she die instead of someone else? Su Muren was not even 30 years old. Could it be that she was really going to die like this?

Her husband and father betrayed her, and her family also betrayed her. What else did she have?

And the root of everything was because of this woman who came out of nowhere in front of her.

It was her, it was her.

Sun Yuhan took the cup on the table, and when she raised her red lips slightly, she did not take the hatred in Su Muren's eyes at all. In order to support a person's hatred, in addition to hatred, a good body is also needed. With Su Muren's ghost-like appearance, she could kill her with just one finger.

"Miss Su, don't you want to know what I want you to do?"

The arc of her raised red lips became more and more beautiful. It must be said that Sun Yuhan, dressed up, is indeed much more beautiful than Su Muren, who looks like a ghost now. At least the word "healthy" is incomparable to the current Su Muren.

Su Muren sneered, "I don't think there is anything for you and I to talk about?"

"What if I know how to save Miss Su?" Sun Yuhan suddenly leaned over her face and stared at Su Mu, who looked like a skeleton.

Su Muren's body stiffened for a moment, and the light in her eyes also shrank, "What do you mean?"

"That's what I mean."

Sun Yuhan gently turned the cup in her hand. As for me and Lu Qin, Miss Su should know very well that even if it's not me, it will be someone else.

She loves Lu Qin, and of course she understands Lu Qin. Lu Qin may not love her or Su Muren. He only loves what is behind them, but what does it matter? Anyway, she is with Lu Qin now. As long as the Ye family does not fall, Lu Qin will never leave her.

As for the Su family, he can't get anything, not to mention that the Su family now has an orthodox heir.

Su Muren's younger brother.

"Miss Su's father is still as good as ever. He has a son at such an old age. By the way," she laughed again, "I almost forgot to congratulate you."

Su Muren's fingers on her legs clenched tightly. Suddenly, her eyes were dizzy and the whole world began to spin. She took out a bottle of medicine from her bag with trembling fingers, opened the bottle with trembling hands, poured a few pills into her palm, and stuffed them into her mouth without counting them.

Sun Yuhan, who was sitting on the side, was indifferent and continued to stir the coffee in the cup with a spoon.

Soon after, Su Muren's breathing finally calmed down, but her face was as pale as a ghost. She knew she had to have another blood transfusion, but she didn't want to have a blood transfusion. She didn't want to transfuse other people's blood into her body. The blood was warm, but the blood flowing into her body was cold. Sometimes she felt that she was no longer a person, but a cold-blooded animal. Her body temperature was getting lower and lower, and her activities were getting slower and slower. She began to lose her hair, and she didn't even have her menstruation.

And she seemed to feel that she was dying sometimes. A living person's fear of death is innate and has nothing to do with courage. She was afraid of death, and she was afraid that she would not breathe.

She raised her face, and the muscles of her face connected to the skin seemed to be beating. At this time, Su Muren was not only ugly, but also terrible.

"What on earth did you ask me to do?"

Su Muren spoke very slowly, and in fact, she didn't have much strength. If it were her in the past, she might slap this mistress in the face with a slap. If she couldn't kill her, she wouldn't be called Su Muren.

However, now she is still Su Muran, but a half-dead Su Muran. Sometimes she doesn't even have the strength to raise her hands, how can she do other things.

Sun Yuhan picked up the cup on the table, and then slowly drank it, as if torturing someone, and then she put down the cup.

She also stared at Su Muran's face seriously, trying to find something from Su Muran's face. But unfortunately, she really couldn't find any similarity from a skeleton.

At this time, Su Muran's face also turned into the one called Yan Huan. If it was really like that, how good it would be, yes, how good it would be, she could destroy this face.

Slowly, she put down 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. Don't you know?"

"Yan Huan," Su Muren paused for a while, then fiercely bit out the name. Yes, it was Yan Huan, that is, Yan Huan.

She narrowed her eyes and stared at the woman in front of her, "What do you mean by this?"

"I don't mean anything? Sun Yuhan was still smiling, but her smile was a little meaningful, "I really don't have any other intentions, I just want to save your life, as I owe you. "

But she said with contempt in her heart, you are half dead, even your family has given up on you, not to mention Lu Qin.

Su Muren grabbed her bag again, found the medicine bottle inside, put it in her palm, and held it tightly, but as soon as her fingers moved, the medicine bottle slipped from her palm.

She grabbed the medicine bottle again, and the end of her fingers felt only numbness, just like her life, which seemed to be coming to an end.

Sun Yuhan gently stroked the mug on the table, she looked at it as if it was a low-level creature, that kind of pity, that kind of sympathy, almost hurt Su Muren's heart.

She is Su Muren, she is Su the queen of film, she was once famous all over the country and the world, she does not need others' sympathy, nor does she need others' pity, and this kind of dead-like eyes.