Black fans and idols are married

Chapter 891 I Don't Have To Have Her 3
Sheng Yize's face was sullen, and his whole body was awe-inspiring.

There was a note on the desktop.

The words were printed: Mr. Sheng, don't worry, he's just an old friend. Please invite Mrs. Sheng to have a cup of tea and catch up on the old days.

Reminisce?Is there such a narrative?
He frowned, dialed the phone and went out.

Soon, the search began all over the city, a young woman of Chinese descent...
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When An Xiaxia woke up, the scene around her felt completely strange.

She had a bewildered expression of "who am I" and "where am I", until a figure appeared and she exclaimed, "Blue Rain!"

Lan Yu stepped on ten centimeter high heels, looking down at her from above.

There seemed to be a bit of hatred in that look.

An Xiaxia didn't know where to offend her, so she bit her lip, looked around, and asked in a low voice, "Why am I here..."

"I brought you here." Lan Yu didn't deny it, and raised his chin, "What a coincidence, you guys chose this place for your trip."

An Xiaxia's eyes were blank: "Why did you bring me here?"

"Kang Jian is injured. I'm afraid he won't be able to take it anymore. I want you to see him for the last time." Lan Yu's tone was indifferent, and An Xiaxia's heart was suddenly raised, "What's wrong with him?"

Lan Yu smiled coldly: "Have you forgotten who he is now? A mercenary who relies on his life to make money. Isn't it normal to get injured or lose his life?"

An Xiaxia clenched her fists, "Where is he..."

Lan Yu snorted, and pointed to a small cubicle in the suite: "Inside."

Barefoot, An Xiaxia trotted open the door.

The room was filled with a bloody smell, as well as the smell of disinfectant and various potions.

Kang Jian was lying on the bed, his face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and his expression was very painful.

"Kang Jian..." An Xiaxia felt very uncomfortable seeing him like this.

His eyes fell on the healthy abdomen, which was wrapped in a thick white bandage, faintly showing pale pink blood.

Her heart was twitching fiercely, and her eyes were red: "How could you be like this...you're so stupid...Kang Jian, hold on, uncles and aunts are still waiting for you to go back..."

After saying the words, An Xiaxia suddenly felt extremely sad.

Waiting so what, his parents are waiting, and they can only cry all day long at the line "lost contact" on the list.

They couldn't wait for the son to go back in a fair manner.

As if hearing her suppressed cry, Kang Jian's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Facing the sunlight outside the window, the woman by the window has delicate features, wearing a white nightgown, a very conservative style, but it highlights her slender figure, and there are a few dots of kiss marks on the collarbone.

Is it hallucination?or really...

"Xia Xia?"

"It's me!" An Xiaxia heard the movement and quickly looked at him, "How do you feel?"

Kang Jian tried his best to twitch the corner of his mouth: "It's nothing..."

It was just that he was wounded by a gunshot wound, and Lan Yu intentionally tortured him, preventing his subordinates from giving him anesthesia, and forced him to perform surgery to remove the bullet while he was awake.

It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all, how can it hurt?

"You promised me that you will live a good life and be safe..." An Xiaxia grabbed the sheet, "You are so stupid, what kind of mercenary! Why don't you farm, raise pigs, and herd sheep!"

Kang Jian was startled for a moment, then smiled.

Incomparably bitter.

His hands are already stained with blood, and it is a lie to say that there is no end to the sea of ​​suffering.

When he turned around, he would only be drowned in the sea.

(End of this chapter)