Mommy, look at Daddy kneeling again

Nuan Nuan's trembling fingers clutched the man's shoulder blades.

His fingertips are hot, but she thinks he is a cruel and cold-blooded person!

When did she ever ask him to apologize to her in such a paranoid way?
Nuannuan's heart seemed to have been poked a hole, and it hurt so much.

"Um!"

She wanted to call someone, but couldn't make a sound, and wanted to push him away, so that such a hateful and hateful him would die.

But as soon as he pushed him, his body swayed, but she seemed to have her own consciousness and couldn't keep away from him, so she hurriedly supported him.

Until the man's cold kiss fell on his lips, he held her face.

This kiss was also like a bloody madness, Nuannuan was startled, turned her head and struggled.

The man raised his head slightly, but his thin lips did not leave her lips, and whispered at the corner of her lips.

"So bad? You haven't calmed down yet, you really hate me so much..."

Nuan Nuan's eyes were clouded, but his heart was tugging but powerless.

Still hate him?

Of course she hates it!

Hate him for being domineering and selfish, hate him for never really understanding what she wants.

She hated herself even more, because she couldn't be indifferent to him like this to the end, and remained indifferent.

The eyelashes moved, and the tears couldn't bear the weight, and fell down in a rustle, across the corners of the lips, and seeped into the tight lips and teeth of the two.

The man kissed her lips lightly, delicately kissing away the bitterness.

He chuckled as if sighing, "Crying like this? It seems that you still love me?"

Feng Liyan's voice was a little wheezing, probably because of pain, and the scorching temperature in the palm of her side face also faded away.

His hands were cold, and his fingertips were wet and cold, even colder.

This person has always had a hot body, and it is obvious that his physical strength is draining and his body is being consumed.

But he didn't ask the bodyguards to come in, but he insisted on holding her against the wall. Did he want to knock himself out so that she would feel sorry for him and forgive him?

He is dreaming!
Nuannuan, angry and flustered, she tried hard to break free, but even if he was injured and weak, it was easy for him to deal with her.

As long as the man bent his legs against her, she leaned against the wall and couldn't go anywhere. She stared at him and touched her mobile phone.

I finally found my phone in the back pocket of my trouser pocket, and typed for him tremblingly.

"You get out of the way!"

"If you say you're not angry anymore, I'll get out of the way."

Feng Liyan's handsome face was already pale, sweat was dripping from his forehead, but his voice was full of stubbornness.

He is a threat, a coercion.

Where does anyone ask for forgiveness like this?

Nuannuan bit her lip, the fingertips of the hand holding the phone turned white due to the force.

"Are you a bandit? If you want to die, you can die. Anyway, a shot in the shoulder won't kill anyone."

When Feng Liyan saw the woman's cold words, his eyes were slightly hurt.

"It seems that the anger is still there, so let's change the game... to Yinyue Bridge, and let you fight here next time."

He suddenly grabbed her hand, placed it where his heart was, and held it down.

Nuan Nuan felt his heartbeat at his fingertips, thumping, thumping, intertwined with hers, very upset.

She suddenly curled up her fingers, as if frightened, "You are crazy, you don't want to lose blood to death, so get out of the way!"

"But you haven't said you'll forgive me..."

Feng Liyan murmured stubbornly, and his voice sounded a little bit aggrieved.

He rested his head on the woman's shoulder, closed his eyes, as if it really hurt too much, and frowned slightly.

Nuan Nuan tilted his head and lowered his eyes, only to feel that under the sun, the man's skin was pale and somewhat transparent, and his neck was covered with cold sweat.

The smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger, she had no doubts, and if she didn't force her to say forgiveness, he would rather lose his blood and pass out like this, and would not let him go.

She is not as cruel as him.

With a wooden face, she bit her lip and picked up her phone.

"I won't be angry if you call a bodyguard."

Feng Liyan raised his eyebrows, the man took her mobile phone, unexpectedly took a screenshot, and clicked on WeChat to send it to himself.

He just raised his eyes, and there was a hint of a smile in his dark eyes.

"I have obtained evidence, don't try to cheat."

When he said this, Nuannuan almost laughed angrily.

Who is more like a rascal, she or him?
And who is using rogue methods!
Nuan Nuan turned her head away, not wanting to look at him.

Feng Liyan pinched her chin, turned her small face back forcefully, kissed the corner of the woman's slightly pursed lips, and then took a step back and raised his voice.

"Feng Meng."

Feng Meng walked in almost immediately. Seeing the scene in the room, he was stunned for a moment, but he soon calmed down.

He bowed his head and stepped forward, and went to support Feng Liyan without asking too much.

But Feng Liyan raised his hand, refused, and only ordered: "Put the gun away."

He said as he took Wen Nuan Nuan out.

Feng Meng hurriedly picked up the gun on the ground, put it away, hurriedly followed, and said anxiously to Wen Nuan.

"Young Madam, please feel sorry for the young master, support the young master, and let the young master free up one hand, at least to press the wound! It's all dripping all the way, too much blood loss will cause serious accidents."

Feng Meng was standing outside just now, and he could hear the movement inside clearly.

Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, but when I came in and saw this scene, I could guess it pretty well.

The young master's bitter tricks have been played out, of course he has to do assists.

Wen Nuan Nuan Jing Feng Meng reminded that the psychological defense line should not be breached completely, she hurriedly pulled out the hand that was held by the man, and supported him.

Feng Liyan raised his hand to press on the injured shoulder blade, but lowered his eyes and said soothingly to her.

"Don't be afraid, he's scaring you, this blood can't kill anyone."

Nuannuan didn't say anything, anyway, their master and servant had to say everything, she was just a little mute, and she was only bullied by him.

She quickened her pace, finally got into the car, and the car sped all the way to the hospital.

Nuannuan sat beside Feng Liyan, and the man leaned his body weight on her.

She froze and didn't move, and the man took an inch and put his head directly on her thin shoulders.

The breath exhaled by the man was a little unstable, very hot, or it might be because she was also feeling cold all over. The breath caressed her neck, and she shivered slightly.

He wouldn't have a fever so quickly, could he?
She hesitated for a moment, but still raised her hand and stroked his forehead.

Feng Liyan's thin lips curled slightly, and this woman was as soft-hearted as ever.

"No fever, don't worry too much."

Hearing the man's words, Nuannuan withdrew her hand instantly, and she pursed her lips.

Feng Meng in the passenger seat handed Nuan Nuan a blanket, "Young Madam, please wrap the Young Master, you will be cold if you lose blood."

Nuannuan took the blanket, shook it off, and pressed the blanket on Feng Liyan's body.

The man's long legs moved slightly, and the kicked blanket unfolded, wrapping her in it.

In the blanket, he was leaning against her, like two beasts in their nests, relying on each other for warmth, too close.