Ning Tong'er asked herself, but the answer was that she didn't know.
Me, where is this?
The answer is still we don't know.
I……
I...who am I?
Suddenly, this question came to mind.
Then, she realized blankly that she couldn't remember.
You clearly remember it, how could you not know who you are?
However, even when it came to my lips, I couldn't say my name.
The road in front of me is endless, as if it will never end, but I don't know why, but I must keep walking along with these unclear figures.
Unknowingly, I walked through a city gate-like place in a daze, and after entering the city gate, there was another bridge in the fog.
The figures with unclear faces around them gradually slowed down and slowly formed a long queue.
Ning Tong'er didn't know why, but she couldn't help but join the queue.
The long queue began to move forward slowly. On the bridge, someone was there, handing out something to them one after another.
What is that?
Ning Tong'er was confused, but she still followed the team in that direction.
There, the place where things are distributed... is getting closer and closer...
Suddenly, a voice sounded loudly in her ears.
"Tong'er!"
She was suddenly startled.
"Tong'er!"
The voice became louder, calling faintly with urgency.
"Tong'er, Tong'er!"
The voice was gradually filled with anxiety, as if shouting with great urgency.
Ning Tong'er stopped for a moment as the team moved forward, and she subconsciously looked around.
That means, call me?
Her blank eyes were full of doubts.
"Tong'er! Tong'er! Tong'er!"
This voice was filled with indescribable dominance and anxiety, and each call became hoarse than the last.
Did you call me?
My name is Tong'er?
Yes, clarity gradually appeared in her dazed eyes...
I am, I am Tong'er.
Ning Tong'er.
But, why am I here?
She looked around blankly. There was such a heavy fog and so many figures, but where was she? How did she get here?
"Tong'er, Tong'er!" The voice was both domineering and anxious, "Don't die, I won't allow you to die, do you hear me? I won't allow you to die! If you dare to die, I will go through hell and rob you.
return!"
Take you back!
Suddenly, a pair of strange and magnificent eyes as red as blood seemed to appear in front of her eyes, looking at her with incomparable domineering and anger. Ning Tong'er slowly stopped, her clear eyes seemed both sad and happy.
Murong Lie is the figure of Murong Lie.
She remembered.
She is Ning Tong'er.
The person calling her was Murong Lie.
"You are not allowed to die! I am not allowed to die! Do you hear me?"
The domineering voice sounded again, and Ning Tong'er smiled bitterly.
What? Is she dead?
She was not even allowed to die. He was indeed the most domineering and unreasonable guy...
There was a bitter smile on her lips that looked both sad and happy, but her steps had stopped.
The figures around him who kept walking forward towards the center of the bridge were vague, numb and confused. Only Ning Tong'er stopped in the mist.
"Ning Tong'er, oh, I made a mistake, why are you here..."
A high-pitched voice sounded behind her, and Ning Tong'er, who was standing there, suddenly turned around...
**The private exclusive hospital of Murong Group.
There is a tall pot of bougainvillea at the corner of the hospital corridor. It has green leaves, red flowers and white flowers. There are three colors of bright red flowers. They are gathered in the pot. They bloom in a really colorful and lively way.
However, a beautiful finger painted with bright red color stretched out, grabbed the green leaves fiercely, pulled a handful, and threw it onto the white marble floor with extremely beautiful texture.
Then, he grabbed a handful of red bougainvillea flowers, pulled them down hard, and crushed them in his hands without mercy, grinding them into a pinch of light red juice, which dyed this beautiful hand red.
Song Ruqiao came over and looked at Qi Ruosang, who was grabbing flowers to vent her anger with a gentle face. Her fox eyes showed a trace of helplessness: "What's the use of venting here? You might as well go and accompany the president."
Qi Ruosang had already put on a clean black dress, but her face was still full of frustration.
She retracted her hand and lowered her head. Her beautiful oval face, which was always full of confidence, turned gloomy: "Why don't I get kicked out by the boss when I go in? Why does the boss want to see me now?"
Song Ruqiao sighed: "Then what's the use of venting with flowers here? It's better to go back and take a rest."
Qi Ruosang raised his head and glared at him with a frown: "Should I go back? Can I sleep if I go back?! The little cutie has not woken up since she came out of the operating room. The boss has been kneeling at the head of her bed to watch over her.
She, how can I go back? Why should I go back at this time?"
Song Ruqiao was scolded by her, but she didn't take offense to her anger. She just pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses and sighed: "Okay, you can wait if you want, but like me, don't disturb the president, his
It’s sad enough as it is.”
Qi Ruosang immediately looked back at him and lowered his head dejectedly.
...Murong Lie, where is the sadness?
He was simply going crazy.
Qi Ruosang knew that he cared about Ning Tong'er and knew that he liked Ning Tong'er, but his care and the extent of his liking still shocked her.
At that time, Ning Tong'er was pushed out of the operating room, her face was pale, her eyes were closed tightly, and her eyelashes did not even blink. Murong Lie... she saw with her own eyes that she was invincible, and her elder brother, who had always been such a domineering and conceited man, turned out to be so expressionless.
He was pale, staggered and almost fell.
Qi Ruosang couldn't believe it at the time - his legs were weak!
Qi Ruosang has never seen this man with such a side.
Her boss actually has times like this.
His love for Ning Tong'er was more than just liking it, it had already gone beyond what they could imagine.
Until now, he has been kneeling beside Ning Tong'er's bed, not letting anyone in, not even her.
He wanted to guard Ning Tong'er until she woke up.
Qi Ruosang looked in the direction of the ward, his eyes moist again.
She quickly lowered her head to prevent Song Ruqiao, the old fox who always opposed her, from seeing her.
Song Ruqiao clearly saw it, but he turned his eyes and pretended not to know anything or see anything. He turned around and sat down on the luxurious leather sofa in the corridor.
**At this moment in the ward, Murong Lie, as Qi Ruosang knew, was kneeling on the white bedside with his tall body, gently stroking Ning Tong'er's cheek with his hand.
His neck was cut by the fragments of the explosion, almost severing an artery, leaving a lot of blood. It was Song Ruqiao and the doctor who forcibly stopped the bleeding, bandaged him, and gave him blood transfusion. At this time, white gauze was wrapped around his slender neck, and he was covered in white
The groom's dress was stained with blood, dust, and explosion debris, which was unbearable to see.
However, he didn't care at all and didn't have time to change it.
All he cares about is the person in front of him.
But she closed her eyes tightly, breathed shallowly, and her long eyelashes didn't even tremble, as if she would never wake up after falling asleep.
Ning Tong'er would probably be surprised if she saw Murong Lie at this time.
Because the way this man looked at this moment was so fragile that it was unbelievable and made people feel distressed.
The slender and rough fingertips gently stroked Ning Tong'er's delicate face, but there seemed to be no blood under the tender skin, which was as pale as snow.
Her chest was still rising and falling slightly, but her heartbeat seemed so weak.
Murong Lie looked at her, looking at her dreamily.
A tear fell from his eye and fell on her clothes.
"Little one..." He spoke, but his voice was rough and unpleasant, not as deep and sexy as before, as if someone had cut his throat.
This sound made him slightly startled, not for anything else, but because he was afraid of scaring Tong'er - his Tong'er was asleep now, what if such an unpleasant sound woke her up?
Woolen cloth?
Oh, no, she should be woken up.
Just wake her up.
Little lazy boy, why do you need to sleep in broad daylight?
Today should be our big day. We should go to the church to hold the wedding. Why are you falling asleep?
Little thing, wake up quickly. Does your husband have to wake you up with such an unpleasant sound before you get up?
If you're scared, don't blame me, little one.
Murong Lie pursed his thin lips, but tears fell from the corners of his slender eyes first, dripping into Ning Tong'er's black and soft hair.
"Wake up, okay?"
He whispered to her.
She didn't answer, nor did she wake up.
If she closes her eyes tightly, will she never wake up again?
Murong Lie suddenly held one of her pale and slender hands tightly, held it up, and touched it with his forehead.
"Wake up, okay? Please, little one, just think of me... please..."
He choked, touched her tender and pale hand with his forehead, then lowered his head, brought her hand to his lips, and kissed it.
His thin lips were sexy and sinister, as red as blood, while her hands were as pale as snow.
The most striking contrast.
"Today, we should have a wedding."
"From today on, you should call me husband."
He was still so domineering and conceited, just like his personality, but his choked and hoarse voice revealed all his vulnerability.
He held her hand tightly, held her hand in his palm, and kissed her continuously, but the crystal tears could no longer stop flowing from his dark eyes.
"Did I, as your husband, make you angry and annoying, so you wanted to avoid me and deliberately didn't wake up?" He choked and said, "I'm sorry, it was my fault. Don't be angry.
Don’t ignore me and don’t wake up, okay?”
Ning Tong'er, who was held tightly by him in his palm, still had her eyes closed tightly, showing no sign of waking up.
Her lips were still pale and bloodless, her face was as white as snow, and her skin was almost transparent, and you could almost see the tiny blood vessels under her skin.
Murong Lie held her hand, closed his eyes, and kissed her gently.
"You still refuse to forgive me, do you?" The voice was full of regret.
Murong Lie smiled bitterly and opened his eyes again, looking at her eyes full of love but also reluctance and regret.
"Yes, I have done that to you, and you will never forgive me again..."
He lowered his head, "I don't know, I really don't know, what should I do to make you forgive me?"
He held her hand and said, "Little one, tell me what you have to do so that you can forgive me?"
"Hit me, okay? Little thing, can you hit me? Or, you scold me, just like when we first met, I forced you to stay with me, and you always called me a **
, I'm a pervert, I'm a scoundrel... Can you scold me, okay? You can scold me anything. I promise I will never threaten you this time and won't let you scold me. You can scold me whatever you want, and you can scold me whatever you like.
…”
He seemed to have remembered something: "Or do you think this is not enough to make you forgive me for the mistakes I committed? So what do you think can make you forgive me? I will also shoot you in the chest, okay?"
He looked very serious, not joking at all.
"Little thing, please answer me, okay? As long as you wake up and tell me, you can forgive me for doing this and won't ignore me again. I'll do whatever you want. I'll let someone give you the gun. If you want to shoot me,
You can wear it anywhere on your body, okay?"
He held her hand and pressed her against his chest.
"Hit me in the chest too, okay?"
He said: "As long as you don't hit my heart, you can hit me anywhere, as long as you are happy."
Unknowingly, crystal tears flowed down and wet his handsome cheeks.
"I don't want you to hit my heart, not because I'm afraid of death, but because I still want to keep this heart and continue to love you..."
He closed his eyes, endless regret swirling in his heart.
"This heart has always loved you, and it doesn't want to stop loving you."
"Is that okay? Little thing, please promise me..."
However, Ning Tong'er remained motionless, not even a twitch of her eyelashes.
There was no expression on the little face as pale as snow.
Murong Lie would rather she showed an expression of disgust towards him now, even if it was an expression of hatred, he would be happy with it.
Just like before, you can scold him however you want.
Or, hit him, hit him, he let her hit him.
As long as she wakes up.
Please, little one, wake up and look at him, look at him.
In a daze, he remembered the days in the hospital when he forced her to stay with her.
She pouted her little mouth and made a face at him: "Rogue!"
She flattened her mouth and nodded with her slender fingers, and said aggrievedly: "No..."
She glanced blankly through the surveillance camera, then poked her cheek, shook her head and walked out of the ward.
Her face turned red and she shouted "Wow".
And when she was held in his arms, she beat his chest in shame and anger.
She was wearing an apron and walking out of the kitchen carrying dishes.
With tears streaming down her face, she tightly grasped his hand that was strangling the neck of the manager of Edson Castle, and said, "Don't kill anyone. You are Murong Lie, not a devil."
Lowering her head, she blushed and said, "I like you too."
…
When he held her cheek and kissed her deeply, her heart beat so fast.
In fact, he is the same.
No one knew - when he kissed her, he was like a young boy kissing his sweetheart for the first time, his heart beating so fast.
And, every time.
When you hold her in your arms and kiss her.
When he blindfolded her and kissed her until she couldn't breathe.
When he held her cheek and kissed her deeply...
In fact, every time, every time, it is.
Every time, it's like the first kiss, my heart beats, my heart flutters.
All for her.
Just for her.
This heart has long belonged to the girl in front of her who is too slender to hold her hand. It has always been.
She said to him: "Don't become a murderous demon, you shouldn't be like that."