The smile on Xiang Yimo's face seemed to have been hit by frost, and he froze instantly. He frowned, his eyes shone with water, bit his lip, and said calmly, "Notify Tengyue immediately! Also,
This matter must be concealed and cannot be told to anyone!"
"Why?"
"Perform a good show and let the fish fall into the trap!" Xiang Yimo's crystal eyes flashed with a gleam, "Uncle He, arrange a funeral immediately, as grand as you want!"
Butler He immediately understood Xiang Yimo's intention, "Madam, if you were a man, you would definitely not be inferior to the young master!"
"No one can surpass him!"
In the eyes of others, Nangong Han is the Satan of hell, synonymous with bloodthirsty Rakshasa, cold-blooded, ruthless, cruel and vicious, like a possessed demon who has long lost humanity. However, in the eyes of Xiang Yimo, he is strong and determined, and has endured many hardships.
No matter how serious the injury is, no matter how severe the pain is, you will not make a sound, you will just endure it silently.
Nangong Han, to put it nicely, is a reserved man, but to be honest, he is a sultry man. He keeps everything in his stomach, and even if he is about to die, he is unwilling to say it out loud, so until now,
So far, Xiang Yimo has not heard him say those three words with her own ears. However, from every detail in life, he can feel his deep love everywhere.
Xiang Yimo turned her head and looked at the fleeting figures retreating rapidly outside the car window. Her deep black eyes were determined and exuded a bright luster. At this time, she must be strong, resist everything for him, and protect him from the wind and rain.
The night was slightly cool, and the dewdrops moistened the bright green grass.
Thick dark clouds came and piled up in layers, the moon and stars disappeared, and the sky seemed to be stained with thick black ink. In addition to being black, it was still black, and it was so oppressive that people could not breathe.
The dim street lamps cast down delicate light sand, and the bright light cast on the ground, spreading out in circles, becoming darker and darker, and finally blending into the darkness.
Xiang Yimo stood quietly at the door, looking up in anticipation. She was wearing thin pajamas. A ray of wind blew, and her clothes fluttered emptyly, making her figure look thin. Her hands kept fidgeting with the corners of her clothes, and you could see
It turned out that she was already very anxious at this moment.
Suddenly, two bright beams of light came. Xiang Yimo's eyes widened, her pupils shimmering with tiny waves, and she couldn't help but trot over.
In order to avoid the eyes and ears of people, a layer of iron sheet was added to the outside of the ambulance and it was converted into a truck.
As soon as the back door opened, Teng Yue, who was wearing surgical clothes, jumped out first, "Xiao Momo, is the room ready?"
"Well! Butler He has arranged for people to quietly move in the medical equipment and install it!" Xiang Yimo stood on tiptoe, eager to see Nangong Han, "How is he now?"
"The brain was hit and there was a severe concussion, and the congestion was difficult to subside."
Nangong Han was lying on a stretcher and was carried down. His head was tied with gauze, and there were traces of scratches on his cheeks. Although he was injured, his eyes were tightly closed and he was motionless, but his whole body still exuded a kind of aura.
The deterrent power of physical presence.
We haven't seen each other for just a few days, but it seems like we have been separated by centuries, so far away and so strange.
Xiang Yimo's eyes moistened instantly, and she immediately restrained the tears in her eyes. It was a great joy for him to come back, and she couldn't ask for anything more.
If Nangong Han stayed in the hospital, he would be discovered by Ji Zhanxuan sooner or later. There were so many people talking, and he would inevitably plot against him again. So, Xiang Yimo and Teng Yue discussed it and decided to send him home. After all, Bonanna’s mansion was
Relatively safe.
Nangong Han was immediately sent to the medical room that had just been set up. Teng Yue checked his physical condition and then connected various instruments to his body.
Xiang Yimo stood beside the bed, her delicate jade hands slowly holding his big palm. It was the first time she felt his palm so cold. Before, it was always hot and warm, giving her a sense of strength. No matter how difficult it was to face, she felt that his palm was so cold.
Despite the dangers, as long as she was wrapped in his strong and powerful palm, she felt extremely at ease and at ease.
"Teng Yue, when will he wake up?"
He frowned, "I can't say for sure, it depends on how the blood congestion in his head dissipates! Because the meridians are easily injured in dangerous areas, so the risk of surgery is too high."
Xiang Yimo raised his hand, pressed it against her cheek, and stared at him intently, his eyes as clear and translucent as water, "He will wake up soon!" Because, how could he be willing to let Xiang Yimo die?
People have to bear such heavy pressure.
"Little Momo, it's getting late, you should go to bed early!"
She shook her head stubbornly, "I want to stay with him here!"
"But the baby in your belly wants to rest."
"They also miss their daddy and want to spend more time with him."
Teng Yue took off his surgical gown and put it on her shoulders, then silently exited the room. The doctor and nurse also walked out quietly.
Xiang Yimo stared at Nangong Han intently, and it seemed that no matter how long she stared, she would never get bored. In the past two days, her heart seemed to be on a roller coaster, ups and downs, and she was frightened. At this moment, it was still hanging in the air.
She was deeply afraid that this was just a dream, and Nangong Han would disappear in front of her eyes in the blink of an eye.
"You clearly promised me that you wanted to be safe, so why did you hit a hole in your head? You clearly promised me that you would pick me up soon, so why did you end up with me picking you up?" Xiang Yi
Mo pouted and kept complaining, "You are an out-and-out bad guy who breaks your promises and gets fat!"
As he spoke, long-suppressed tears fell down, winding down Qingwan's cheeks, causing wounds along the way...
"Do you know that the moment I heard that something happened to you, I felt like I was dead for a time! My body seemed to have become a shell, without any feeling! You said you would protect me well, and it made me scared, which is your protection
How?" The choked voice was mixed with a hint of complaint, sadness, and pain.
Clear tears fell on his slender fingers, moistening the back of his hands. However, at this moment, he was wrapped in layers of darkness and was lost in his own world.
Xiang Yimo wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes carelessly, "You can forgive me if you want! Wake up quickly and kneel on the keyboard!"