Ke'er opened her eyes and looked at the white roof of the ward. Her gaze slowly shifted. Suddenly, her eyes flashed in panic and she subconsciously stood up.
When she saw clearly that the person who came was the real person, she shrank back in fear.
Leng Jianan was standing quietly in front of her hospital bed, looking at her viciously like a devil, as if she was his enemy in his previous life.
Ke'er grabbed the quilt on her chest and moved her lips. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't. Her heart was beating strangely. She bit her lip subconsciously. It hurt. It hurt just like her.
this is not a dream
But why is he here? Still staring at him as if he wanted to eat her alive.
She has never seen such a violent Leng Jianan, she is afraid
Time is silent here, one is cold and stern, the other is frightened, the two look at each other without a trace of tenderness.
Ke'er's heartbeat gradually returned to normal. She took a deep breath. What was she afraid of? Has she ever offended him? Why is she so afraid?
She was just taking away a piece of flesh from her body, so what did it have to do with him? Why should she be afraid of him?
Thinking like this, the courage gradually returned to Ke'er's slender body. She straightened her back and said softly: "Young Master Tangtang Leng appears here. Are you not afraid of being photographed by the media and making a big fuss?"
Leng Jianan took a step, and Kerr became nervous. She saw that his hands hanging by his sides were tightly clenched into fists, with protruding veins and a hemostatic patch wrapped around his fingers.
She has no doubt that just one punch can make her say goodbye to this life.
He opened his mouth and his voice sounded like it came from hell: "In the past, I just thought your mouth was a bit vicious. Now I understand that your heart is also so vicious and dirty."
Ke'er was heartbroken and looked at him in shock: "You have no right to say that to me."
"I will never forgive you, Tang Ke'er." Leng Jianan leaned down and he was about a foot away from her.
But the cold air and anger almost flattened Ke'er
Ke'er squeezed out a smile: "I don't think I have anything to forgive Mr. Leng."
As soon as the sound fell, Leng Jianan's big hand slapped her face mercilessly. Ke'er screamed and rolled over half a circle, almost falling under the bed.
He didn't save any effort, but there were five red finger prints on Ke'er's raised face.
Although Leng Jianan's voice was cold, he was choked with sobs. He pointed at her without any pity: "I never hit a woman, but Tang Ke'er, you are the first woman I hate.
I will never forgive you, you devil, you executioner. Only a woman like you who is a common executioner can do such a thing."