Nan Shao, the drama master, he has started again

Chapter 1320 I'm Late
The light poured in from before her eyes, and shone straight into the depths of her heart.

Seeing the tall figure suddenly appearing beside the bed, Shu Nianchen, who was too frightened to cry, burst into tears again.

Jumping up from the bed, Shu Nianchen tightly grasped the back of Nan Jinghong's hand, buried her head in the hollow of his shoulder, and burst into tears.

Picking up the quilt next to him, Nan Jinghong hugged the weeping woman in his arms.

"I'm late."

The simple four words are full of Nan Jinghong's extremely deep apology and self-blame.

He looked at Shu Nianchen, who was streaming down her face, and saw the winding marks on the side of her face and neck. Nan Jinghong's face was so dark and terrifying.

He patted Shu Nianchen on the back, let her go gently, and kissed her softly on the side of her ear when he left.

Under Shu Nianchen's attached gaze, Nan Jinghong turned around, his face turned cold at an extremely fast speed, then grabbed Song Feishu who was lying on the ground covering his head, and threw him against the wall.

With the force of thunder, Nan Jinghong strangled Song Feishu's lifeline and throat, and his movements were sharp and cold. This move seemed to be a life-threatening move from the king of hell, as if a simple movement could understand the life of Song Feishu. up.

Kneeling on the bed, Shu Nianchen couldn't see the expression of Nan Jinghong with his back turned to him, but seeing the veins on the back of his hand pinching Song Feishu, and seeing Song Feishu's distorted and blue face, he already guessed how hard he was exerting force .

She tightened her heart, "Nan Jinghong, don't..."

She bit the corner of her lip and said softly, "This kind of person is not worth your while."

Shu Nianchen's voice was full of rejection and disdain.

This made the delirious Seinfeld tremble, his pupils dilated unconsciously, and he suddenly became aware of being awake.

Nan Jinghong tensed up all his strength, as if he was also enduring it. The bloodthirsty eyes that looked at Song Feishu contained so much hatred.

"Seinfeld, you are really in vain."

In the midst of countless emotional tumbling waves, Nan Jinghong gritted his teeth and said these words.

With a sentence full of sarcasm, Nan Jinghong threw him to the ground like a piece of grass.

Powerless and absent minded, Seinfeld fell to the floor, the impulsive heat in his body had subsided, but the coldness in his heart gradually spread throughout his body.

Without looking at him again, Nan Jinghong picked up Shu Nianchen, hugged her tightly, and led her out.

After going out, his cold voice fell, "Don't let me see him again."

"Yes, sir."

Footsteps go away...

Song Feishu suddenly raised his fist and kept hitting his head. He opened his mouth and let out a hoarse growl. His face was full of grief and anger, like a sad beast, unable to find an outlet for the pain.

……

After receiving the notice, the entire guild hall was blocked.

All irrelevant personnel were evacuated, and the journalists who stayed outside were also expelled.

At the main entrance of the guild hall, Shu Nianchen nestled in Nan Jinghong's arms, protected by him, and took him into the back seat of the car.

The car started and slowly left the hall.

This scene completely fell into the eyes of Zhai Ruoyu, who was holding a telescope and sitting in the nanny's car parked across the street from the guild hall.

In the spacious compartment, the air-conditioning is overflowing, and it is as cold as if you are in a frosty place.

The assistant Xiaoxia sitting in front couldn't help turning her head, and said weakly, "Nan Shao has already left, should we stay here?"

"To shut up!"

"what!"

A hard object hit her, Xiao Xia covered her head, screamed and curled up in the seat, trembling.

(End of this chapter)