022 He is not allowed to have a lover. His strong smell invaded her nostrils, and even the pain on her body was gone in an instant. It really didn't hurt that much, and even she was surprised.
Her body was turned around by him, and she was lying in his arms at the moment. She saw his appearance, his deep eyes, high bridge of nose, and thin lips. In fact, this man was really good-looking, good-looking.
It made her want to reach out and touch it, which she did.
Fingers slid across his eyebrows, his angular face, and then were held by his lips. Leng Anyen's torn voice trembled, "Why are you so stupid?"
stupid?
At this time, Duanmumu realized that she was not stupid. Why did she block the gun for him? You must know that she was very afraid of death.
However, at this moment, she did not regret being stupid!
Her body was like a sandbag with a hole in it. Something was rapidly draining away. Her vision was no longer clear and clear, and his appearance was blurred as well. Was she going to die?
Suddenly, something sounded in Duanmumu?
"Leng Anyen..." She tried her best to call out his name, and felt his face pressing against her. It was warm and comfortable, so comfortable that people wanted to indulge in it.
"I'm sorry..." She said these three words before closing her eyes.
I'm sorry she broke his engagement.
I'm sorry she troubled him.
I'm sorry, she really didn't mean all this.
Lan Yiran looked at this scene, his fear had already been represented by shock. Duanmumu actually blocked the gun for Leng Anyen. If she had been standing there, she probably wouldn't have been able to do this, right?
Did this woman marry Leng Anyen just for fun? Or did she simply fall in love with him?
Looking at the way Leng Anyen hugged Duanmumu tightly, Lan Yiran's heart suddenly sank. He didn't seem to be nervous about a savior who saved his life, as if...
Suddenly, Lan Yiran became afraid, which made her feel more frightened than having a knife on her face.
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"It hurts!" Duanmumu whimpered and slowly opened his eyes.
The white ceiling, white walls, and the striking white color made her first reaction be that she was in heaven.
"You're awake, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" The voice in her ears made her blink in surprise.
Leng Anyen?
"Am I not in heaven?" What she said made Leng Anyen dumbfounded.
"Yes, I came to heaven with you," it was rare that he also said something naughty.
Duanmumu's consciousness hadn't come back yet, "You, were you shot too?"
Seeing her like this, Leng Anyen was a little worried. Is this woman stupid?
"Leng Anyhen, how come you were shot too?" She grabbed his hand and suddenly became excited.
Leng Anyen looked at her pale and bloodless face and held her hand, "I was not shot, and you did not go to heaven. We are all living well."
Is she still alive? Really?
Turning to look out the window, the blue sky, white clouds, and rose-colored sunshine warmed his eyes. At this moment, Duanmumu breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought I was dead!"
"How could my granddaughter-in-law die so easily?" Suddenly, an old voice interrupted. Duanmumu looked over and saw the old lady walking in with someone helping her.
Duanmumu was a little dazed until Leng Anyen whispered in her ear, "You have been sleeping for three days and three nights, and we have returned to China!"
"Ah?" Duanmumu screamed, "I haven't had enough fun yet, why did I come back?"
Suddenly, her words caused a roar of laughter, and Duanmumu bit his lip and got under the quilt in embarrassment.
"Silly girl, when you get better, I'll let Xiao Chen take you there," the old lady came over and pulled off the quilt.
"Then he is not allowed to have a lover," these words blurted out, and Leng Anyen's face on the side turned into the color of pig liver.
