Bloodthirsty and cold boss, I can no longer love you

His voice was small but firm, but Da Zhuang couldn't hear him, so he raised his throat and shouted again:

"Boss, stop kneeling. It's raining so hard. Let's go back first!"

Leng Qianhan didn't listen at all. He felt his waist was bent, so he subconsciously straightened up and continued to kneel. Repentance requires piety.

At this moment, all the lights in the Mu family were turned off, and the house in front could no longer be seen. There was only heavy rain falling continuously.

"No matter how much you kneel, it's useless. The lights in Miss Mu's house are all off. It's impossible for Miss Mu to forgive you for a while!"

Leng Qianhan listened, his heart ached. Because it was impossible to forgive, he had to kneel down and atone for Qing Qian's sin.

Perhaps, if he died on his knees outside her house, she would have a little pity and affection for him.

He knew that she had long been disillusioned with him and did not want to have any feelings for him or have anything to do with him.

The only woman he loved had no feelings for him, and he felt so hurt.

He wanted to cry, but he was afraid that what would come out of his tears would be tears or rain.

"Boss, let's go, stop kneeling, the wound on your back hasn't fully healed yet!"

Da Zhuang was extremely anxious, but he couldn't persuade him at all. He had to hold the umbrella with one hand and pull him hard with the other hand. He managed to pull him up a little, but he knelt down again stubbornly.

He pulled hard for his boss, but it angered him, causing him to roar:

"I told you to leave me alone and get out of here!"

As he said this, he pushed Da Zhuang away, and the rain poured down on his head again. The man who was soaked all over looked very pitiful to those who didn't know the situation.

Da Zhuang also got angry and yelled at him:

"I said, why are you kneeling here?!

Do you think Miss Mu will pity you and feel sorry for you and come out to ask you to go into the house?

I tell you, it’s impossible!”

What Da Zhuang said was true, but there was nothing he could do about it.

There is no love stronger than gold between the boss and Miss Mu. They were not separated by others, but destroyed by the boss himself. Miss Mu was seriously hurt, and no one is willing to forgive him!

But Da Zhuang's roar had no effect at all. He was worried about his boss, so he had to calm down and persuade him:

"Boss, listen to me. Miss Mu is too weak to be exposed to the rain. It's raining too hard. Even if she comes out with an umbrella and lets you go inside, she will still catch a cold and get sick."

Da Zhuang's words made sense, but Leng Qianhan just wouldn't listen and continued to kneel stubbornly.

Although he was wholeheartedly repenting and atonement for his sins, he also had selfish motives and hoped that Qing Qian would have mercy on him, even if it was just to turn on the light in the room and let her take a look at him through the window.

But the window was always dark, and to him, it seemed like endless darkness with no salvation.

The rain continued to fall, pouring down, and there were thunder from time to time. There were crisscrossing lightning in the sky. Da Zhuang couldn't help but be frightened and worried.

He had no choice but to contact Leng Bingnuo and didn't dare to look for the old master and the lady, for fear that the old master and the lady would worry too much and hurt themselves.

Leng Bingnuo arrived quickly, and the rain never stopped.

She held an umbrella to protect her brother from the rain, took his hand and shouted:

"Brother, come back with me and stop kneeling. Sister Qingqian won't pay any attention to you. Kneeling here will not help!"

Leng Qianhan did not respond to her, but continued to kneel there, ignoring the numbness in his legs and the pain in his back.

He was thinking that no matter how painful it was, it was not even one ten-thousandth of what Qing Qian had endured. He had also made Qing Qian kneel before, and she was so weak that her legs almost had to be amputated.

Leng Bingnuo was extremely anxious, and threw himself on his brother's back, holding an umbrella with one hand and hugging his neck with the other, crying and begging:

"Brother, please come back with me, okay? You are my only brother! Wuwu..."

She cried sadly. Although her brother prevented her from being happy, her determination to protect him remained unwavering.

She suddenly fell on his back, and Leng Qianhan bit his lips in pain, but his lips were already numb.

Still have to say: "Bingnuo, please don't do this, it will only make my knees more uncomfortable and my back hurt..."

Leng Bingnuo suddenly became angry, held back her tears, got up from his back, and slapped him hard on the back:

"Hmph, if you want to kneel down, then kneel down. I won't care about you anymore even if you kneel to death!" After saying that, she left, not wanting to care about her brother anymore.

She walked a few steps with the umbrella in hand. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She was so angry that she threw the umbrella down and the rain poured down on her.

She didn't care, she looked up at the sky and howled in the rain:

"Oh my God, my brother is a coward, an ungrateful scumbag. He is guilty, just kill him with a bolt of lightning!"

As soon as he finished shouting, there was lightning and thunder in the sky. First there was a single bolt of thunder, and then there were several in succession, which scared Leng Bingnuo a few times.

I'm scared. Could it be that God is really going to do this?

She turned around worriedly and saw another bolt of lightning with sparks falling from the sky, fulfilling Leng Bingnuo's prayer and striking in her brother's direction.

"boom!"

"elder brother!"

The sound of thunder was extremely loud, and it struck Leng Qianhan with a deafening force, causing him to fall to the ground instantly.

Leng Bingnuo shouted for his brother loudly, his eyes widened with fear, and he witnessed the whole process and ran over.

She ran back to her brother, knelt on the rain-soaked ground, and placed her hands on her brother's charred body, not daring to touch him too hard.

She said with full of guilt: "Brother, I didn't mean it. I didn't really want to kill you. Please don't die, wuwu..."

She cried loudly, but it was no use. The man had already fainted and might have died.

Being struck by lightning on a rainy day, Leng Bingnuo could smell a strong burning smell through the rain, and he was heartbroken.

Da Zhuang came with other bodyguards and rushed the boss who was struck by lightning to the hospital for emergency treatment.

I'm afraid it's too late to rescue him. Since ancient times, few people have survived being struck by lightning.

The next day, the sky cleared up after the rain and the air was particularly fresh.

Mu Qingqian woke up from the bed, put on comfortable pajamas, walked to the window, and stretched out towards the window.

You didn't come to see Leng Qianhan outside the window, but you found that he was gone. After thinking for a while, you thought he would continue kneeling all night.

Anyway, don’t worry about it. The morning sunshine is particularly good. Open the window and breathe fresh air.

Without that person, the air was fresh and free, making her extremely comfortable.

In the hospital, Leng Qianhan was rescued for a whole night. His skin was burnt and black, his face was black, his hair was also burnt, and his whole body exuded a burnt smell.

Leng Shizun and Yin Lanju came. Yin Lanju kept crying, and Leng Shizun also shed tears silently, feeling very sad.

An Yanshang said: "This guy is so lucky that he can't die even if he is struck by lightning.

The skin is fine, it's not a serious burn, just a layer of skin is burnt, it will fall off and new skin will grow back. "

"Thank you, doctor. Thank you..."

Yin Lanju, Leng Shizun and Leng Bingnuo felt relieved. As long as he was alive, his skin could grow back.

It's just so ugly, the face is all black, the hair is burnt, it's so ugly, it's simply unbearable to look at!

Leng Bingnuo took a pair of scissors and started cutting, but the cut was ugly, and the top of his head was uneven, as if it had been bitten by a dog.