"An Zimo, what are you doing?" Xiang Haiqing asked him angrily after she calmed down.
This time she was really angry. No matter how much An Zimo treated her in the past, he was not as bad as this time. He seemed to want to die with her just now.
An Zimo's eyes were dark, with no light at all. "In this world, you Xiang Haiqing can only be mine."
Xiang Haiqing was obviously stunned, what was he talking about?
"Do you have a fever? You took the wrong medicine." Xiang Haiqing picked up a handful and sprinkled it on An Zimo.
An Zimo didn't dodge, he just faced the water she threw at him.
"You don't have to believe it, but sooner or later you will understand that only I, An Zimo, can truly protect you in this world. Sooner or later, Nangong Yue, who is closest to you, will have to hand you into my hands.
"
An Zimo glanced at Xiang Haiqing thoughtfully, as if he was swearing domineeringly, "So, until that day comes, you'd better keep to yourself."
After speaking, An Zimo didn't even look at Xiang Haiqing, who was shocked on the spot. He loosened his hands, turned around and swam towards the shore.
When Xiang Haiqing regained consciousness, he only saw a cold figure getting farther and farther away.
Xiang Haiqing trembled all over, feeling indescribable fear. She felt a little hysterical in her heart and shouted at An Zimo's back.
"An Zimo, don't even think about it. I will never fall in love with you, never."
The already dark figure paused obviously, then without turning around, walked directly towards the only small bridge by the lake.
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In this way, once the time is missed, it will pass. By the time Xiang Haiqing returns home, it is already 7:40.
When she walked into the living room, a group of people sitting on the sofa all looked at her.
The first one to exclaim was Zhang Ma.
"Hai Qing? Oh my God, what did you do?"
Nangong Yue was sitting on the sofa and saw her soaked to the skin and her face was pale, so he also came over.
"Mother Zhang goes to the bathroom to put in hot water, and Sister Lin goes to bring a dry towel and clothes."
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Zhang Ma and Mrs. Lin hurriedly went to work. Nangong Yue hurriedly took off his black knitted sweater and put it on Xiang Haiqing.
Xiang Haiqing was dumbfounded on the spot. When she felt a trace of warmth on her body, she seemed to move, and then she raised her head to meet Nangong Yue's worried look.
"Wow!!" Unable to control her fear any longer, she threw herself into Nangong Yue's arms and started crying.
"Hey Hai Qing, what's going on? Don't cry yet and tell me."
Xiang Haiqing just didn't say anything and kept crying.
Nangong Yue hurriedly bent over and picked her up and headed towards Hai Qing's room on the second floor.
After arriving in the room, Ma Zhang had already put the hot water on, and Aunt Lin had arranged the clothes and put them on the hangers next to the bathtub.
The two of them stood there without leaving, with worried eyes in their eyes.
"Master, why don't you and Mrs. Lin go out first, and I'll help Hai Qing take a bath."
Nangong Yue nodded. He put Hai Qing on the ground and coaxed her softly. Seeing that her crying had gotten better, he turned around and went out.
Mrs. Lin left the bathroom following Nangong Yue.
Nangong Yue was really worried and stayed in Hai Qing's room without leaving. Mrs. Lin went downstairs to make ginger soup for Hai Qing.
After waiting for about half an hour, the bathroom door finally opened from the inside, and Xiang Haiqing followed Zhang Ma and walked out.
My mood still looks very low, but my little face is no longer so pale.
Nangong Yue's hanging heart finally relaxed.
At this time, Mrs. Lin walked in with cooked ginger soup. There was also a bowl of braised egg and lean meat porridge that Hai Qing liked to drink on the tray.
"Mother Zhang, you and Sister Lin go down first, I'll stay here with you for a while."
Both of them knew that Hai Qing usually listened to no one and only listened to Nangong Yue. They nodded and turned around and went out.
Don't forget to take them with you before leaving.
Xiang Haiqing sat on a yellow tatami beside the bed, and Nangong Yue sat beside her, reaching out to hold her in his arms.
After a long time, Nangong Yue asked, "Did you encounter anything unhappy today?"
Xiang Haiqing said nothing, but Nangong Yue noticed more carefully that her body trembled.
Nangong Yue reached out and caressed her head and slowly comforted her, "Didn't you like to share everything with me when you were little? Why do you keep some words in your heart now?"
Xiang Haiqing snuck into Nangong Yue's arms, and then whispered softly, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid that one day I won't be able to be with you. Yue, tell me, do you want me to be your wife?"
"
Nangong Yue unconsciously hugged her tightly, his eyes were very firm, "Yes, I will hold a grand wedding for us when you are eighteen years old. I want to tell the whole world that Xiang Haiqing is my wife, Nangong Yue.
She is my Nangong Yue’s woman.”
He lowered his head to meet Xiang Haiqing's bright deer-like eyes, and a happy smile appeared on his lips.
Xiang Haiqing finally had a faint smile on her face, "I don't want any wedding of the century. I just want you to be with me every day. I'm already very happy. Yue, promise me, never let go of my hand in this life. As long as you can stay with me every day, I'll be happy."
If you don't let go, I will have the confidence to go on with you."
Hearing Hai Qing's vow, Nangong Yue didn't know how to describe his mood at this time. He once thought that his heart was dead, but now it was burning him so hot.
This is not a dream, this is real.
"Okay, I will never let go of your hand easily from now on." How can you be willing to let go?
This is the girl he cherishes most in this life, and this is the person who is far more important than his life.
Xiang Haiqing chatted with Nangong Yue for a while, and the haze brought back from An Zimo was swept away. She tried not to think about him, and even threw aside all the words he said to her.
She didn't want to believe his lies. As long as the more he promised her to never let go of her hand in the future, she would always be the happy "Miss Rice Chong" Xiang Haiqing.
"By the way, do you know a woman named Su Mei?" Xiang Haiqing thought of Chen Xiaoyue's words during the day, and she always felt that it was not as simple as it seemed.
But logically speaking, according to Chen Xiaoyue's character, she would not be that kind of frivolous girl, but the scumbag described by Xiaoyue didn't seem to be the first time he saw her.
Judging from his tone, it seemed that he had had direct contact with Xiaoyue.
This was strange, and I couldn't understand it. Xiang Haiqing couldn't concentrate on studying all afternoon because of this matter.
(In fact, basically there are countless things that attract her every day, so Hai Qing is like this every day at school)
It wasn't until Hai Qing met the gorgeous Su Mei at the school gate after school that she suddenly realized what she was doing.
yes!
Su Mei is about 60-70% similar to Xiaoyue in appearance, and their voices are also very similar. People who meet them for the first time will always get confused.
Moreover, Su Mei's character is very dissolute, and she can compete with that old vixen of her mother. This possibility cannot be ruled out.
But thinking of Su Mei, Xiang Haiqing had to remember what Xiaoyue mentioned to her yesterday. Su Mei had appeared where she worked, and the purpose of going there was for Nangong Yue.