godmother

The heart-piercing pain, the head seemed to be split open, the internal organs and lungs were all on fire, the fire was blazing, every inch of skin felt burning pain, blood flowed from the corner of the mouth, dripping onto the ground, tick-tock.

The fist-sized stick hit the leg, the pain that seemed to destroy the world, like an ocean of pain, drowning people, rolling and roaring.

Breathing became more and more difficult, and the legs kneeling on the ground could no longer support the body, but the pain still existed, and it seemed that it would never disappear.The eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and the scenery in front of me is getting more and more blurred, but why, that tall woman, the person who has existed in my heart like a goddess since childhood, is so indifferent, from the beginning to the end, she didn't even look at me ...

Why?Why?

I'm obviously hers...

It hurts……

The sunlight shone into the ward, adding a bit of warmth and softness to the cold ward, and the wintersweet flowers placed by the window sill wafted a quiet fragrance.

This is an aristocratic hospital, all of which are single suites, with a many-to-one service model. There are countless monitors outside the house, hundreds of first-class bodyguards, and the decoration of the beds is as luxurious and gorgeous as a top seven-star hotel.

"Miss, are you awake?" Lan Qiao lowered her head and knelt down on one knee with a hint of concern in her cold tone.

The beauty on the hospital bed had a pair of amber eyes, moist and lustrous, with a soul-absorbing agility. Those beautiful eyes were confused and hazy, as if she was thinking about how she slept in this strange place.

All the bones in her body seemed to be broken one by one, and the overwhelming pain overwhelmed Nangong Yu, but under the severe pain, she only frowned slightly.

The eldest lady even had such a charming frowning expression, Lan Qiao stood up, and gently helped Nangong Yu up from the hospital bed.

The slight movement still pulled the wound, Nangong Yu's beautiful eyelashes trembled violently, and his hands tightly grasped the bed sheet under him, the pain was so painful that his head would explode.

Beads of sweat dripped down from that beautiful face one by one, Nangong Yu closed his eyes, endured the pain, and didn't groan from the beginning to the end.

Lan Qiao couldn't bear it, and wanted to stretch out her arms to wrap around the trembling shoulders, but she didn't, she just turned her head away.That is the dignity of the young lady, and the pride of the young lady makes her not tolerate her own weakness.

"I have a killer camp in my hands, and there are dozens of gambling boat businesses?" Nangong Yu's voice was a little weak, and his anger was like a thread.He leaned his head on the pillow against his back, looking tired.

"The godmother has withdrawn all your positions, and your business has been handed over to other people, and then...and you have been expelled from the gang." Lan Qiao was sad, and everyone pushed her back. Dead or dead, walking away, defecting or defecting, now I am the only one left by Missy's side.

Lan Qiao felt sorry for her, and wanted to reach out to touch the emaciated face of the eldest lady, but her hand in mid-air suddenly stopped, Lan Qiao lowered her head, and she almost lost her temper.

Nangong Yu's face was pale, and he clenched his hands tightly, his nails pierced into the flesh, and blood overflowed from his fingers, staining the snow-white bed sheet red.However, Nangong Yu could no longer feel the pain.First there was overwhelming anger, and then deep sorrow, do you really doubt that I sent a killer to assassinate you?Divide up my power, expel me from the gang, have you been on guard against me to this extent?However, you clearly know that I will not betray you, even if one day you want to kill me, I will not resist.You have been God in my life since the day I was born...

Lan Qiao held those cold hands and forcibly pushed away those hands that were masturbating themselves to overflow with blood.Those hands were as cold as jade, and the ice-like temperature made people want to scream and let go, but Lan Qiao didn't let go, and still held them tightly.

Tears flickered in Nangong Yu's eyes, but he finally held back the weak tears and accepted the fact calmly, his eyes dimmed.

"Let me come down and take a walk." Nangong Yu sighed, but she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Lan Qiao turned her head, unwilling to look into those disappointed and sad eyes, "Miss, your leg was broken."

Nangong Yu gasped, his eyes were deep, and his heart was throbbing. Disappointment was beyond words.You are indeed a cruel and ruthless person, occupying a high position, aloof, controlling the largest gangster in Asia, a single word can change the situation of the world.Flesh and blood relationship is naturally dismissive, right, mother!

Nangong Yu beat his legs fiercely, but he really didn't feel a bit.

Regardless of the difference between superiority and inferiority, Lan Qiao hugged the man who was in pain and maddened, "Don't do this, it's windy outside the window, let's lie down under the quilt and warm up." Please, miss, you hurt yourself like this , I, will be very heartbroken, very heartbroken.

Nangong Yu smiled, and the already charmingly beautiful face suddenly smiled, like a water lily blooming, so beautiful that it was a bit enchanting.

"This winter, it's very cold. It's never been as cold as this year, right." Nangong Yu murmured, looking at the winter plums standing against the wind by the window.

Lan Qiao said bitterly, "Yes, this winter is too cold." But miss, no matter how cold it is, you have to be strong. You gave me the hope to live 15 years ago. After 15 years, I hope to dedicate my I just ask you to live a good life, live, don't despair, don't despair.

"How many years has Qiao been with me?" Nangong Yu still had a smile on his face, a peaceful and calm smile.It seemed that it wasn't her who lost everything, it wasn't her who was distrusted by her relatives, and it wasn't her who had her legs broken.

"15 years" 15 years, two months and nine days, Lan Qiao counted silently in her heart.

Nangong Yu's thoughts drifted back to that icy and snowy night 15 years ago, the little girl who was about to freeze to death by the roadside, her helpless eyes were full of despair.

It has been 15 years, the little girl who was helpless and almost died of freezing and starving, is now the number one killer in the gang killer camp, but Lan Qiao hates the disgusting blood so much, and so disgusted The endless killings, but she still stayed in the killer camp for 15 years.Covered in blood, stepping on the corpse of his companion, he walked step by step to where he is today.Walking on the mountain of corpses, wearing blood in battle.

All of this was endured for one person, the master she was willing to serve with her whole life, Nangong Yu.

Private hospitals have playgrounds specially prepared for patients to recover and exercise.Lan Qiao is carrying out her daily five-kilometer long-distance running routine training. For a killer, slack is fatal enough.Nangong Yu sat in a wheelchair, stayed aside, and watched quietly.

Looking at Lan Qiao's sweaty face, Nangong Yu fell into memories. The little girl who was about to starve to death 15 years ago was now so strong that countless people turned pale and shivered. In the past 15 years, except for carrying out secret missions, Lan Qiao has stayed by her side as a personal bodyguard. She is so quiet that people often ignore her existence, like air.Air is not a valuable thing, but without air, people cannot live.If there was no Lan Qiao, Nangong Yu would have been assassinated countless times in that gang that eats people and doesn't spit out their bones.

After finishing the five-kilometer long-distance race, Lan Qiao's face was flushed, making the always glamorous her a little more charming, like wintersweet dyed with peach blossoms.

Lan Qiao walked up to Nangong Yu and half-kneeled beside the wheelchair, "Miss, there is a sentence you may not like to hear, but I still want to say it."

Nangong Yu knew what she was going to say, and frowned slightly.

"Miss, the doctor said that your legs can stand up. Let's start practicing today, shall we?"

"Joe, I'm very tired today, let's talk about it another day." At this moment, Nangong Yu's usual smile disappeared. It seemed that breaking a leg was a taboo, and he couldn't touch it, not even Lan Qiao.

"Don't escape, and don't be willful. If this continues, if the legs really shrink, you will really be unable to stand up for the rest of your life!"

"Shut up, don't talk anymore." Nangong Yu endured his anger.

"The godmother didn't hesitate when she broke your leg. Do you think she will believe you, worry about you, and love you? Who are you going to show me? Your legs are your own, and your life is your own. You torture yourself , will only make loved ones hurt enemies faster!" Lan Qiao crossed over again, she is a killer, she is a bodyguard, her duty is to protect the safety of the master, these words should not come out of her mouth, but she Out of control, she has held these words in her heart for many days.

With a slap in the face, Nangong Yu didn't hit hard, she was already in so much pain that she had no strength left.

Nangong Yu covered her face with tears streaming down her face, choked with sobs, "She is my mother, and I am her daughter." Lan Qiao, you hit my sore spot.I know, I know everything, I want to escape, I don't want to think about it, I don't want to accept this fact, I want to deceive myself, why do you want to uncover this scar!

At night, the weather is slightly cold and the moonlight is cold.

Nangong Yu sat quietly in the wheelchair, holding a book in his hand, and the only way to pass the time when his legs were disabled was by reading.

Plant melons under the yellow table,

Ripe melon seeds are separated.

Once picked, the melon is good,

Pick again to make the melon thin.

Three picks are still acceptable,

Four pick and hold the vines.

Back then, Wu Zetian strangled her daughter to death in order to be the queen, and killed her own sons one by one in order to ascend to the throne.Li Xian wrote a poem to his mother before his death, accusing his mother of the tyranny of fratricide.I don't know what kind of mood that high-ranking woman felt when she read this poem, and what kind of mood did Li Xian, the son, write this poem?Lan Qiao also didn't know what kind of mood the eldest lady felt after reading this poem, but her slightly trembling shoulders and stinging eyes made her feel sad.

It should be very painful if a relative's knife is stabbed in the chest.

"She is the boss of the largest gang in Asia, and she will not show mercy to anyone who might shake her. What's more, in the past few years, more and more people have supported me, and my influence has also grown. Her throne has been shaken." Nangong Yu laughed at himself knowingly, knowing all the truths, why his heart still hurts so much.

Lan Qiao sighed. From ancient times to the present, the emperor's family is the most ruthless. At the peak of power, there has never been family affection at all, let alone friendship. Miss, are you still obsessed with such a vague and ridiculous thing as family affection?

Relatives turned against each other and killed each other, just for that unbearably high position?

Mother, why don't you believe me, I have no desire for the rights and status of the underworld godmother.

The wind at night made Nangong Yu feel very cold, very cold, as if it was cold to the bone.

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