The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

The young man lay quietly on the ground.

The blood and flesh were bruised under the dirty clothes, and the young man's cold and handsome features were calm, like a pool of stagnant water that would never move again.

He was very handsome.

Even the gesture of death was elegant and graceful.

Pan Shu's hands and feet felt cold, as if she had been nailed in place, unable to move.

"Zhou Younong..." Her red lips twitched.

The sound of the wind became quieter.

She pulled the young man into her arms and gently pushed away his messy hair, "Zhou Younong, don't sleep."

After a few more seconds, Pan Shu chuckled, "Listen, they are all scolding you. Even if you die, they say you deserve it. You are protecting this group of people with your life."

But it was never those people that Zhou Younong wanted to protect.

What he protects——

It's just Pianshu.

"Host, do you want to leave the mission plane?" The system spoke at the right time.

Pan Shu paused, "Yeah."

The wind rustled in her ears, and she vaguely heard Meng Jingyue's voice.

The next second, when she returned to the system space, what she saw was this scene——

The originally calm young man looked up as if feeling something, but saw the girl slowly closing her eyes. In panic, Meng Jingyue fell violently from the wheelchair.

He crawled towards Panshu in embarrassment.

With his eyes red, he called her name heartbreakingly, "Shu Shu!"

Meng Jingyue felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless, dark and cold ice cellar, and his limbs were terribly cold.

His elbows were pressed against the rough and hard ground, and his weak and thin body was kneeling on the ground, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Pan Shu looked at the young man's red eyes and was startled.

Meng Jingyue gritted his teeth and crawled to the girl's side, "Shu Shu...Shu Shu, open your eyes and look at me. Are you sleepy? Let's go home, go home..."

He pushed away Zhou Younong's cold body and carefully circled Pan Shu, his fingertips trembling.

"Let's go home."

……

The sweet-scented osmanthus fell all over the ground.

The bloody smell of Shangjing also gradually disappeared in the fragrance of osmanthus that filled the city.

The young man stood in the courtyard with dead eyes. The next moment he seemed to remember something and hurried back to the house, "Shu Shu, the sweet-scented osmanthus is about to fall off. Come and take a look."

but.

Nothing at all.

The only response he received was a despairing silence.

Meng Jingyue slowly lowered his pair of noble and narrow fox eyes, with a thin red color at the end of the eyes.

Oh.

He remembered vaguely.

This is the third year since the little girl died.

After he took the little girl back that day, the doctor said she had suffered a heart attack.

--heart disease.

How come he didn't know she had a heart condition?

The doctor was lying to him.

But Meng Jingyue asked all the doctors in Beijing, and the answers he got were all consistent: he died suddenly of a heart attack.

Meng Jingyue didn't believe it.But there is nothing we can do.

If his little girl were still alive, she would be 22 years old this year.

Meng Jingyue saw through her despicable and arrogant nature at the first sight of her.

Meng Jingyue knew that she was wronged by marrying a cripple like him.

But Meng Jingyue didn't care and just gave her a few words to make her calm down.After all, she now carries the name of Mrs. Meng on her head.

But she soon changed.

The face was still the same, but Meng Jingyue could not see through her more and more.

She smiled sweetly at him, with a sly look on her face, grabbed his leg and asked if he had any reaction.

——Of course not.

She wasn't disappointed, she just said "oh" obediently.

But Meng Jingyue knew that she was seducing him.

He asks her not to be so sentimental.

But my heart is a little confused.

very annoying.

At night, the leg problem broke out. He closed his eyes and didn't intend to care. He would just get over the pain.

After all, he had been dealt with like this before.

But she noticed.

That was the best night Meng Jingyue slept.

Later, he fell in love with her more and more.

strangeness.This love seemed to have been dormant grandly from the beginning, and by the time he discovered it, it was already inevitable.

He accepted it calmly.

Fall in love with her.Not surprising at all.

Meng Jingchi returned to China.

He keenly noticed that his little wife seemed to have some thoughts about his brother.

He pretended not to know.

He just secretly resented his natural frailty and blamed Meng Jingchi for seducing his little wife without restraint——

It must not be her fault.

Until that night during the thunderstorm, he was afraid that she would be scared and hurried home, only to catch her having an affair with Meng Jingchi.

Yes.Cheating.

Meng Jingchi said she recognized the wrong person.She thought the person she was talking to was Meng Jingyue, not Meng Jingchi.

But ah.

Really.

Has his cunning and scheming little wife, who even he can't figure out, really recognized the wrong person?

At that moment, countless dark thoughts surged and took shape in my heart.

He wants to kill Meng Jingchi.

He did take action and he kept his word.

But Meng Jingchi was too unexpected. He underestimated his younger brother and underestimated the little girl's ability to flirt with women.

Zhou Younong, the famous Master Zhou, actually fell into her trap.

That was the first time Meng Jingyue felt panic and despair.

Because he found that he was very similar to Zhou Younong.

But Zhou Younong's facial features were more refined than his, and his temperament was colder and more unique, like a handful of snow on a snow-capped mountain that had not melted for years, or like a green pine tree under a solitary cliff.

The most important thing is that Zhou Younong is not disabled.

Meng Jingyue had extremely low self-esteem, and his self-loathing almost drove him into the abyss.

In that dilapidated warehouse.

Zhou Younong asked him to kneel down and commit suicide.

Of course Meng Jingyue knew that he was humiliating him, but he still did it.Although he knew Zhou Younong also liked her, he didn't dare to take the risk.

He also has his own purpose.

Pan Shu will feel sorry for him even more.

really.

When the little girl saw that his posture was lowered into the dust, she cried until the tip of her nose was red. She was pitiful and made him soft-hearted.

She said she hated Zhou Younong.

Voila.

The emotions that had not yet had time to grow were extinguished by him in their infancy.

He raised his eyebrows proudly.

pity.His stupid brother refused to let him go and wanted to kill him.

Forget it... let's put on a show for Meng Jingchi.

Just when Meng Jingchi thought he had died in Guannan, he came back and killed Meng Jingchi by surprise.

He put Meng Jingchi into a secret prison and thought of thousands of ways to kill the boy.

But in the end.

She said she didn't want Meng Jingchi to die.

That's it.

Lu Xing actually fell in love with her too.

At that moment, Meng Jingyue even wanted to imprison the little girl by his side forever, so that she could only see him.

But he was afraid that she would hate him.

finally--

Who would have thought.

Meng Jingchi is dead.She returned home.

Meng Jingyue was a little grateful to his stupid brother for letting him see her again.

Lu Xing is dead.

Zhou Younong also died.

He was left alone, a cripple who the doctor had judged to have died prematurely.

He lived to the end.

However, life is worse than death... Every moment he lives is like Ling Chi, who has become a walking zombie.

The soul was long gone, leaving only a numb body.

oh.correct.

There was a blond boy named Mise who came to Ban Shu with red eyes and a osmanthus flower in his hand.

He looked at the young man for a long time.

The blond boy has a good skin and a dignified temperament. This is the kind of love that a little girl attracts abroad.

Meng Jingyue smiled gently, "Hello, I am Shu Shu's husband."

The blood on the blond boy's face instantly faded.

Meng Jingyue smiled evilly.

Later, after Mise learned that the little girl had passed away, she sat in front of her grave in despair for a whole day. The blond boy came to this strange country alone, and finally he chose to stay in Shangjing——

The homeland where she once lived.

Meng Jing thought more and more.

The man who loves her loves her so much that life would be worse than death.

And her.

Has she ever loved anyone?

Has her cold heart ever fallen on anyone for a short time?

The sweet-scented osmanthus has fallen.

The young man slowly wiped away the wet tears on his cheeks.

He smiled tenderly, and the sharp knife slowly inserted into his heart. The heart beating for her slowly stopped and could no longer beat.

The sweet-scented osmanthus blooms and falls.

Womanly.

Have you ever seen——

I planted all the sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the city for you?