This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 286 Country Love (43)

Shen Yue lowered her eyes, her eyelashes were as long as the afterimage of a butterfly, "...Brother, I know."

There was little expression on the man's face, his dark eyes were like a dark abyss, and his breathing was short of breath.

Contrary to his surface, his heart was beating wildly, and seemed to be expressing the emotion of load rate.

He didn't speak, with a high nose bridge, gloomy and cold.

Sometimes, the dead air emanating from his body is stronger than Shen Yue, a terminally ill patient.

Zhang Cong is like this, he is not very good at speaking, and he is not good at rhetoric. All he pays is action, which is proved by practice.

I have been silently paying.

Just like he said.

Brother is here.

will always be there.

This feeling was really sad, Shen Yue couldn't say any words of rejection, her heart seemed to be washed by big waves, warm and sour, her voice trembled a little, she held back, and didn't cry out.

"elder brother."

Zhang Cong was silent, his eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, and his tone was extremely soft, as if he was afraid of scaring her, "I'm here."

"Can I kiss you?"

The man froze for a moment, his pupils dilated slightly, and his breathing stopped.

Shen Yue was smiling, her face was very pale, her lips were very bright, and her tone of voice was unbelievably gentle, as if she was being coquettish, "Brother, kiss me."

She moved her face closer, her full and beautiful lips seemed to be asking for a kiss, because of the fierce biting just now, they were already red and swollen to rotten, very fragrant and soft.

There was a smile in the dark and moist eyes, dotted with tiny stars, flowing like a river of stars.

Zhang Cong's clenched joints turned blue and white from the force, he clenched his teeth tightly, and took a few violent breaths before suppressing the soreness that spread from the bottom of his heart.

No one knew how long he had been waiting for this sentence, the scene that he had dreamed countless times was in front of him.

just perfect.

Like a bubble, it disappears without even being popped.

He spoke slowly and a little harshly: "I love you."

Shen Yue knew, with her face up, her brows and eyes curved, a faint blush appeared on her pale face, like the sunset in the sky, her eyelashes were wet with tears, Zhang Cong lowered his head, wiped away those tears with his rough fingertips, gently Gently stroked the eyelashes.

It may be the first time for him to express his love to others, and he is not very proficient, but after he said it, the words that followed became extraordinarily smooth.

The voice suddenly lowered, and the voice was as hoarse as sand and gravel, "I really love it very much."

He said, his eyes were red.

It was the first time for Shen Yue to see a person who confessed his love, and his eyes were red, but he was still a 1.9-meter man, so he looked like a child.

Her face was pale and bloodless, but her lips were still bright red, her eyes were bent, and her voice was very soft, "Well, I know."

Her voice has always been gentle, just like the white clouds in the blue sky, soft and ethereal.

The man showed a smile uglier than crying, then lowered his head and kissed her again.

This time the kiss was very gentle, gentle, and lingering. Shen Yue's occasional response made Zhang Cong lose his sense of proportion, and gradually became fierce. The strength seemed to want to swallow her into his stomach, chewing carefully, melting as one.

With a cry of despair, the silence crumbles.

She was slowly falling into the abyss, and Zhang Cong was watching clearly from the side, going crazy and trying to stop her, but no matter how hard she tried, it was useless.

Zhang Cong watched her die with his own eyes.

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The sun has not yet risen, and the light is dim.

Shen Yue was out of breath due to lack of oxygen, and her face was unbelievably pale.

Doctors and nurses rushed over and finished the preliminary examination.

Shen Yue was lying on the hospital bed, wearing an oxygen mask, covered with a thin layer of white mist.

She is so thin, her chest does not rise and fall obviously, as if she will be calm at any time.

The beeping sound of the electrocardiogram was like the call of death in the quiet ward.

The sun rises and sets again.

Shen Yue woke up, her mind was dizzy, she blinked her eyes, and looked aside with difficulty.

Zhang Cong didn't know how long he had been sitting in the dark, he was still wearing yesterday's clothes, he was in a mess, and his breath seemed a little unstable.

As if feeling Shen Yue's gaze, he looked over in the darkness.

Two people are silent to each other.

The beeping sound of medical equipment is really annoying.

Zhang Cong didn't sleep all night, his eyes were bloodshot.

"You've been asleep for two days."

The voice was hoarse, as if it contained water vapor.

The curtains were not closed, and a few rays of light shone in.

It fell on his sharp-edged face, and he was in the shadows. Half of his face was illuminated, half-bright and half-dark, and he couldn't see his expression.

Shen Yue's mind was blank, "Have I been asleep for so long?"

"I've slept since the night before yesterday." Zhang Cong came to Shen Yue's side, and buried his face in her hands.

Shen Yue closed her eyes for a while, then opened her eyes again, and suddenly asked, "What date is it today?"

Zhang Cong took out his mobile phone to look at it, and reported a series of calendars, "What's wrong?"

Shen Yue stroked the man's rough short hair, and said softly: "In two days, it will be Qi Rui's wedding day, then let's wrap a red envelope over there."

It is said that a man's hair should not be touched easily, so Zhang Cong stretched his head over to rub against a woman's delicate and soft palm.

The voice is low, as if talking about ordinary daily life: "Okay, how many red envelopes do you want to pack?"

Shen Yue thought for a while, "It doesn't take much, the most important thing is your heart."

Zhang Cong said softly, "Okay."

As if sensing that the man's mood was too low, Shen Yue pinched his earlobe, her tone pretending to be relaxed, "What's wrong? Am I not happy when I woke up?"

Zhang Cong's breath was a little unsteady, "Happy..."

The knuckles pinched by the fist on his knee turned white, his chest was emotionally tumbling, and the wet liquid flooded into his eye sockets. He hurriedly pretended to be inadvertent and wiped it on the hospital bed.

The deep and hoarse voice seemed calm in the dark, "It's just that you slept for too long and waited for a long time."

Shen Yue thought, this idiot wouldn't just stay in this ward for two days.

She didn't ask because she already knew the answer in her heart.

With an oxygen mask on her face, Shen Yue had difficulty speaking, "Brother, turn on the light."

Zhang Cong couldn't open his eyes, and didn't even dare to raise his head, for fear that Shen Yue would see him crying with tears streaming down his face and gritted teeth.

Shen Yue had no choice but to raise her hand with difficulty to touch the man's face, but soon her wrist was grabbed, and the man seemed to be unable to control his emotions, his chest heaved violently, and finally he bent down and hugged him tightly. she.

"Does it still hurt today?"

he asks.

Shen Yue rested her chin on his shoulder and lied, "It doesn't hurt."

The man's arms slowly closed, Shen Yue's bones ached from being hugged, but she didn't make a sound.

(End of this chapter)