"I can't die." Gong Shaoming still said so lightly, without caring about his own life or death.
An Moran put the disinfectant and tourniquet into the first aid box, reached out and held Gong Shaoming's hand that wanted to start the engine, "Go to the hospital first, otherwise I won't go anywhere."
"I said I won't die, An Moran, put away your pretentiousness. If you were really afraid of my death, you wouldn't shoot me!" Gong Shaoming roared out of control.
The image of An Moran standing in front of Lan Rui and shooting at him appeared in his mind, and his heart ached with breathlessness.
Damn woman, she actually shot him for another man!
An Moran was stunned by his yelling, "I said I didn't mean it..."
She really just missed...
"Is there a difference?"
Regardless of whether it was intentional or not, she shot at him to protect other men. Is there any difference?
An Moran smiled bitterly and did not explain further.
"You have to go to the hospital."
This is her insistence.
Gong Shaoming didn't even look at her. He stretched out his hand to open her hand that was blocking him, and quickly pressed the door lock to prevent An Moran from threatening him by jumping out of the car again.
As soon as you step on the accelerator, the car will fly away like an arrow off the string.
…
"Gong Shaoming, your injury needs to be treated in the hospital..."
An Moran repeated it for the Nth time, looking at Gong Shaoming who seemed to be deaf and couldn't hear at all. His beautiful face was filled with worry, and he couldn't care about anything. He just wanted to persuade him to go to the hospital.
He didn't notice at all which direction Gong Shaoming's car was driving, and everything around him had slowly moved away from the hustle and bustle of the city...
"Shua——"
The car stopped steadily in a quiet suburb. An Moran's eyes were fixed and he scanned the familiar scenery in front of him. He was a little surprised. Here is——
"get off."
Gong Shaoming turned his head, turned off the engine, opened the car door and walked out first.
An Moran came back to his senses and opened the car door and got out of the car. He glanced at Gong Shaoming who walked to the back compartment and took out a bouquet, and his eyes moved slightly.
When she took the first aid kit just now, she discovered the bouquet in the trunk. She thought it was just a coincidence, but now it seems that Gong Shaoming had prepared it a long time ago.
But why would he bring himself here...
An Moran took a deep look at Gong Shaoming's tall and tall body, then his eyes fell on the hilltop not far away, and he walked forward uncontrollably...
Gong Shaoming picked up the bouquet and turned around. He saw An Moran's back walking firmly in one direction. His eyes dimmed and reflected a faint light.
He strode towards her, and when he reached An Moran's side, he put his big hand around her shoulders and led her slowly towards the green grassy hillside.
"Mom, we came to see you."
With a warm smile on his face, Gong Shaoming gently placed the flowers in his hand in front of an inconspicuous tombstone on the hillside. The golden tulips were as noble and elegant as the person in the tomb.
The stalwart body squatted half-crouched, and his slender fingers took out a square towel and carefully wiped the picture of the kind-faced woman on the tombstone.
An Moran stood behind him, watching his actions with wet eyes. He wanted to step forward and say something several times, but held it back.
My eyes kept moving from the tombstone in front of me to a small earth bag not far away. When I touched the small grass blades flying on the small earth bag, I couldn't help but choke...
Gong Shaoming turned around and looked at An Moran, who was in tears. His handsome face was tense. His eyes flashed and he followed her line of sight, but saw nothing.
