"Sumi! Sumire! How are you? What's wrong with you?"
Zuo Musen, a gangster leader who often fights and kills, was unexpectedly panicked.
It turns out that when it came to group fights, there was no money at that time, so it was impossible for everyone to shoot with one hand like now. At that time, everyone would go to group fights with a machete.
He once split open the heads of dozens of people in a row like a watermelon, and the brains splattered all over his head and face, and bright red blood flowed between his fingers. At that time, he was simply red-eyed.
I don't know any fear or heartache at all.
The brothers who were following him fell down one by one, their intestines leaked out, and their arms and legs were separated. He knelt beside them, clenching his teeth and swearing revenge, without even shedding a tear.
.
Now... I have become famous...
He has everything he should have now, but has he become so fragile?
Seeing the woman fainting, he was so horrified that his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.
"Sumi! Hold on! We'll be home soon! Sumire! Just hold on!"
Along the way, Zuo Musen called An Jinmi's name anxiously. While driving the express train, he turned to look at An Jinmi's pale face.
Heartache!
Really heartbroken!
Seeing Sumiremi so weak and pitiful, he was really heartbroken!
He has lived for nearly thirty years, and he is already twenty-nine years old, and he only knows how to be afraid for others.
When the housekeeper of the villa saw Zuo Musen rushing into the house with An Jinmi in his arms, he was shocked to find that two police cars were following behind the master's car. Behind the two police cars, several bodyguard cars of Zuo Musen were also chasing him.
.
How is this going?
How could he have imagined that because Zuo Musen was nervous about An Jinmi, he let the police car clear the way and drove all the way to 160.
In fact, the family doctor told me on the phone on the way that it should be nothing serious. The weather is sweltering and various viruses are rampant. If people are more tired, they will easily get sick.
Even with the assurance from his family doctor, Zuo Musen was still sweating profusely.
"Mr. Zuo, Miss An is fine. I just gave her a fever-reducing injection. She has a fever. She has started to sweat now. The fever should subside soon. Mr. Zuo, don't worry too much."
The family doctor smiled at Zuo Musen who was pacing back and forth at the door. He lowered his head and discovered to his surprise that in a short period of time, Zuo Musen had smoked cigarette butts all over the floor!
"Hey, Mr. Zuo, you can't smoke too much, it's bad for your lungs."
Zuo Musen breathed a sigh of relief and smiled bitterly, "Isn't this anxious?"
"You can try other methods to relieve tension and anxiety. By the way, Mr. Zuo, if you smoke like this, it is very bad for your family. Second-hand smoke is even more harmful."
"Really?" Zuo Musen's eyes widened immediately, and he quickly put out the cigarette in his hand, promising like a good student, "I will never smoke at home again!"
He didn't want to endanger An Jinmi...and Xiaoxiao, An Baixue.
Zuo Musen didn't realize that in his mind, the order of people around him was naturally: An Jinmi, An Jinmi's daughter, An Jinmi's sister.
After sending the doctor away, Zuo Musen quietly walked into An Jinmi's room, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at An Jinmi's little face quietly.
She fell asleep, still frowning slightly, as if something was unhappy.
"The human heart is a very strange thing, isn't it, Jinmi?" Zuo Musen murmured in a low voice, seeming to be whispering to An Jinmi, but actually speaking to himself. He reached out his hand and touched it gently.
An Jinmi straightened the quilt for her hair and smiled bitterly, "Why can't your heart move closer to me? I really hope that you will become worldly and worship money more. You are just interested in my material and power."
, I'm also happy. But you just don't look at me. I really have nothing to do with your heart. Just like I have nothing to do with my own heart. I don't want to pay attention to you. I don't want to.
Looking at you, you can’t do the same. I suddenly discovered that I am such a powerless person. I can neither influence your heart nor change my own. Alas..."
This is the most docile thing Zuo Musen has ever said since he turned 29!
He realized at that moment that everyone has the potential to become a poet, as long as you have loved and suffered.
Because of her fever, An Jinmi's milky white skin was covered with a layer of peach blossom pink, which was crystal clear and particularly attractive.
Her lips were burning red. Her lips were originally plump, small and round, like fleshy cherries, but now they were even more red!
Some people can be so stunning even if they have a fever!
Zuo Musen looked at An Jinmi infatuatedly, holding An Jinmi's small hand in his big hand. His heart was shaken by the sight, and balls of fire couldn't help but swim in his chest, making him hot and anxious.
At this time, An Jinmi's lips moved, trembling, indescribably seductive and seductive!
Zuo Musen couldn't hold it back any longer, so he leaned down and wanted to kiss her lips.
But when his lips were only one centimeter away from hers, he vaguely heard An Jinmi's murmur, "Tight...tight...tight..."
(⊙ｏ⊙)
tightly?!
Who is that?
Is he the lover in An Jinmi's heart?
Is he An Jinmi’s favorite man?
Zuo Musen's heart trembled, and his body suddenly froze!
Whoops! Zuo Musen stood up, thought for a moment, and walked out of the door.
"Go and investigate for me the person in An Jinmi's life... Which one is important? Just investigate all the names of Jin Yin... Well, yes, we need the most detailed information... the most
Give it to me quickly..."
Putting down the phone, Zuo Musen tapped his fingers on the table, his eyes deep and domineering.
Tell me, Sumiremi, how should I love you?
Waiting? Waiting?
Or give? Dedication?
Or... plunder? occupy?
***
Lei Luo's physical condition was still good. He woke up after just three hours of rest. Although he still had a low fever and had a slight cough, he had the strength to get out of bed and walked downstairs in his pajamas.
"Your Highness, please take the nutritious soup." A maid lowered her head and handed over a golden tea cup. Lei Luo took it and took a sip, put it down, turned on the newspaper and TV, and read casually.
Butler Tie walked in from the yard and smiled at Lei Luo, "Your Highness is awake? How do you feel?"
Lei Luo didn't even raise his eyes and said calmly, "It's okay."
Butler Tie still smiled humbly, "The clan elders believe that His Highness should choose another princess to accompany His Highness. You see..."
"What?" Lei Luo suddenly raised his face, frowned slightly and looked at Butler Tie, his face full of inquiry, "Princess?"