"Mina, what are you doing? Throw the knife away!" Nangong Han suddenly appeared at the door, his face gloomy and his brows furrowed.
"Brother Han, you are finally willing to see me." Yao Meina showed a smile, "I don't want to go on a blind date. I know you just want to send me away. I promise that I won't cause any trouble for you in the future. Please don't rush me.
Shall I go?"
When Nangong Han saw that she did not reject him, he slowly approached her step by step, "When you grow up, you will get married sooner or later."
"I won't marry anyone but you! I know that in your eyes I am a useless person who can't walk. You just want to throw me away like garbage. What's the point of my life? I might as well die!"
"She suddenly raised her arm, and the sharp blade sliced her slender white wrist, and bright red blood beads instantly came out and fell down drop by drop.
"Mina, you..." Nangong Han walked over anxiously, but was grabbed by a small hand.
Xiang Yimo stood on tiptoe, leaned close to his ear and said, "She is performing this play for you. If you are here, it will only make her work harder. I will deal with her, you can get out!"
"can you?"
"Believe it or not, if you don't leave, she will have a second incision soon."
Nangong Han stared at her with stern eyes like an eagle, "If she has any shortcomings, I want you to be buried with her!"
"Good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years. She won't die so easily!" Xiang Yimo pointed out to him, "Don't show your concern for her and leave as if nothing happened."
Nangong Han's black eyes narrowed, the stars were flowing, and he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her quickly on the lips, "I still have documents to read, it will be a little late, you go to bed first." After saying that, he left without looking at Yao Meina.
At one glance, she was simply regarded as air.
Yao Mina stared at Xiang Yimo with resentment and resentment, wondering what kind of spell this woman had cast on her brother Han to bewitch him to death.
"You don't want to commit suicide, keep going!" Xiang Yimo tentatively approached him step by step.
"If I don't commit suicide, it's none of your business!"
"Since you want to commit suicide, you have to be sincere, okay? First of all, the wrist cutting knife must be sharp. Look at the fruit knife in your hand that is so stewed that it can only be used to cut bananas. Secondly, it is the technique. Look at how well you can cut it.
It's so shallow, not to mention cutting through the big blood vessels, it doesn't even touch the tendons! If you cut like this, you probably won't die tomorrow!"
"You..." Yao Mina choked, "Do you want me to die!"