"I can walk by myself!"

When they arrived at the door, Wanda jumped off the body of Quincy and went into the floor. Suddenly, her body was hung again and she was thrown directly to the bed by Quincy.

"Since you are a patient, I will let you sleep in the bed." With an uneasy look on his face, Quincy turned around and walked towards the floor.

"Quincy, you made me a little scared. " Wanda pursed her lips tightly. There must be a plot. She could see the disgust of Quincy. "I have promised you to work in your company. What else do you want?"

But Quincy didn't answer her. He lay on the floor and didn't close his eyes. He just looked at the ceiling quietly. Nobody knew what he was thinking.

With a slight sigh, Wanda began to look for a place to tie her feet.

After casting a glance at her, Quincy got up, walked to the bed and lay down.

Wanda was stunned for a while, "you You... "

"Don't worry. I'm not interested in you. I just don't used to sleeping on the floor."

"I'm used to it!

e thirty years old. Why are you still as ignorant as those young girls? What was love? Do you think something between a man and a woman without anything to support can be called love? "

"He is dying! He was dying! Why don't you let me see him even at this time? Will you be happy if you force me to death? "

In Wanda's heart, Yara had always been an intellectual, elegant, and even a little mysterious woman. It was the first time that Wanda had seen Yara so hysterical.

"I force you to death? If you are not my sister, I don't care about your life or death? When he left three years ago, do you think he let you go because he loved you? Bullshit! He left you because I gave him three million. Yara, why don't you wake up now? His death is his retribution! "

"You help Aunt Yara upstairs first," said Quincy to Wanda.

Wanda nodded slightly and limped to Yara. "Master..."

Yara turned around and ran upstairs, crying.

Turning her head to take a look at Quincy, Wanda hurried to follow Yara.