Xiang Yimo got into the studio and worked day and night making bracelets. Before he knew it, three days had passed. The production of "unique love" was gradually coming to an end.
"Oops! Nangong Han came back early!" Chu Zhanjin rushed over anxiously.
Xiang Yimo shook his hand and a rose petal fell down, "Are you sure?"
"I just got the news that his plane will land at noon."
Xiang Yimo narrowed her eyes and asked calmly, "How much time is left?"
"Three hours!"
"In these three hours, I can finish the final work on the bracelet. You can go and arrange the scene of the car accident immediately." Xiang Yimo didn't have any panic or nervous expression on his face. He was calm and determined. He must have been with that person for a long time.
, he gradually became so subtle that he even learned how to behave and deal with things.
Chu Zhanjin looked at her blankly. He had never seen Xiang Yimo so calm.
"Why are you still standing here in a daze? Take action quickly!" Xiang Yimo urged him while boiling the rose petals again.
"Yeah!" Chu Zhanjin responded and immediately turned around and left.
Xiang Yimo wore a pair of black-framed glasses, looking fresh and elegant. Her eyes were serious and she speeded up her hands. It was very troublesome to wear this wrist. She needed to wrap up the rose vines one by one, so that she could stretch her hand.
After putting it on, slowly make the bracelet smaller by twitching both ends until all the intertwined rose flowers and branches and leaves are stuck, and then wrap the excess vines into the bracelet.
It took two hours for Xiang Yimo to finally assemble the final flowers and leaves. There must be no deviation in the position, otherwise the bracelet will not be tightened and cannot be worn. She walked out of the studio, and the dazzling sunlight outside hit her directly.
My eyes, after only seven or eight hours of sleep in the past three days, were filled with red bloodshot eyes, and my face looked tired.
She quickly packed up and rushed to the hospital immediately!
A tall figure stood at the entrance of the airport, his black trench coat fluttering in the cold wind. His handsome face made passers-by look sideways, but when they saw his sinister expression, they timidly averted their eyes.
There was anger condensed between Nangong Han's brows, and his cold eyes quickly scanned the crowd in front of him, looking for that familiar figure.
"Have you notified her?" The cold voice was chilling.
"Before I got on the plane, I left a message for my wife!" Butler He curled his lips and found an excuse to explain, "Maybe my wife is already on her way, or she may have encountered a traffic jam!"
"Maybe I indulged her too much!"
He didn't come to pick him up at the airport. Didn't he miss him at all? Nangong Han was sulking.
Butler He's cell phone suddenly rang, his expression suddenly changed, he was horrified, and he said in a daze: "Master, I just received news that my wife had a car accident!"
"Car accident?" Nangong Han's expression was shocked, "How is this possible?"
"It seems that the injury is very serious. He has been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment!"
"Notify Tengyue immediately!" Nangong Han went around to the other end of the car, opened the door, pulled the driver out, sat in the driver's seat, put on his seat belt, stepped on the accelerator and sped off.
Butler He held up the phone and ran behind, "Master, there's me too!"
The car continued to accelerate without any intention of stopping. It was like an arrow leaving the string, carrying a violent aura as it shuttled flexibly between the traffic flow——
When Nangong Han heard the news that she had been in a car accident, his heartbeat suddenly stopped and he even forgot to breathe. It turned out that that woman had been so deeply rooted in his heart.
His cold eyes tightened and he stared at the traffic ahead. He kept his foot on the accelerator and quickly turned the steering wheel. The car kept overtaking and moving forward like a snake.
"Tsk——" A sudden stop!
The friction between the tire and the ground creates a black arc.
"Bang!" Nangong Han slammed the car door, ran into the hospital, grabbed a nurse and asked, "Where is the patient who was brought in in the car accident just now?"
"That... there..." The nurse was frightened by his roar and pointed in the direction of the intensive care unit with a trembling look.
Xiang Yimo was wearing a nurse uniform, a mask, a nurse cap, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. She just slipped into the intensive care unit and put on a "unique love" bracelet for her sister. She saw Xiang Rumo on her wrist
The scars were exactly the same as those on her wrists, and even she herself could not tell them apart.
A black figure suddenly appeared in her eyes. Xiang Yimo's eyes widened and he stood there blankly, thinking that he was hallucinating. He closed his eyes and opened them again, but he did not disappear.
It was really Nangong Han. I didn't expect to see him again after the separation.
He looked extremely anxious. Could it be that he was worried about her?
Anxious, Nangong Han pushed aside the crowd and ran in her direction.
Xiang Yimo stood there blankly, staring at him deeply, watching him run over, getting closer and closer, so close——
Nangong Han suddenly stopped in front of her, grabbed her arm, and asked sternly: "There was a car accident just now. Which ward is the patient who was sent in!"
Xiang Yimo felt as if he was suffocating and forgot to breathe. She stared at him dumbfounded. Her mouth trembled and a string of numbers slipped out, "2013!" After passing through the mask, her voice became muffled and very unnatural.
Nangong Han didn't glance at her, immediately turned around and left, running towards the ward.
She turned around silently, a drop of ice tears slipped from the corner of her eyes, and her eyes became even more red and swollen after being soaked in bitter tears.
If she didn't replace her sister, they would be just strangers.
From then on, he and she became two parallel lines. Although they were on the same plane, they no longer had any intersection.
"Momo!" Nangong Han rushed into the intensive care unit, but was stopped by doctors and nurses!
"Sir, you need to change into a sterile isolation gown before going in for a visit, otherwise it will easily cause bacterial infection to the patient!"
Nangong Han glanced at the person on the hospital bed through the glass, his eyes tightened, and he slowly took out his pistol, "Who's going to stop me!"
The medical staff all hid aside fearfully, not daring to make any sound.
"Master!" Butler He dared to come over, panting.
Nangong Han pushed the door open directly and walked in. He glanced at Xiang Rumo with sharp eyes, lifted the quilt, looked at her wrist, and raised his thin lips, "She's not!"