God even has a crush on me

Chapter 451

He thought that after the Godfather's power collapsed, the kid would be able to see the light of day again... In the end, he was thinking too simply, and some things were simply out of their control.

"Brother, I came to see you this time just to say goodbye to you." Bergamot changed the subject.

Fang Chengjun glanced at him slowly with his icy eyes, and said in a deep voice, "How sure are you of success?"

The bergamot said, "Fifty."

That's half and half...

Fang Chengjun let out a faint sigh, and said in a low voice, "How long will it take?"

"Five years." Bergamot said.

Fang Chengjun hurriedly raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "Say goodbye to your sister."

"Hmm." Bergamot nodded.

Fang Chengjun stretched out his hand fiercely, hugged his younger brother's body, and finally said: "Don't hurt your sister's heart again."

"Okay." Bergamot nodded.

Fang Chengjun didn't say anything, turned around and left.

After a while, Han Ning'er came in with a bowl of meat porridge, sat by the bed, and handed the meat porridge to Bergamot.

"Little ghost, eat some porridge first, and then ask brother Chengjun to cook us a big meal in the evening."

"Yeah, thank you sister." Bergamot smiled slightly, picked up the bowl and spoon, and started eating porridge.

The taste of the meat porridge is very bland, it must be made by my sister herself, and the food made by my sister is of this level. Although it is not delicious, it always makes people appetizing.

It seems that this bowl of porridge was the last meal he ate and his sister cooked, right?

Thinking of this, Bergamot's heart ached severely, his vision became blurred, and tears dripped into the porridge.

Han Ning'er was frightened by his sudden tears, and hurriedly wiped his eyes with a tissue, "Smelly brat, no matter how unpalatable I make it, you won't cry!"

"Pfft..." Bergamot was amused by her words, almost spit out the porridge, and said with a smile, "Sister, the porridge is not bad, I was moved to tears."

"It's just a bowl of porridge, what's so touching." Han Ning'er rolled his eyes at him.

Bergamot smiled slightly, and said while eating porridge: "Sister, you are really my reborn parents, you are so kind to me, so touched."

"Don't have another parent, I'm only three years older than you." Han Ning'er raised her eyebrows, she didn't want to be called old at all, even though she was only 25 years old this year.

"Hee hee..." Bergamot smiled, did not pick up the topic, and changed the subject to ask her, "Sister, if one day I have to leave for a long time, will you miss me?"

"Of course!" Han Ning'er answered directly without thinking, and it took three beats before she realized it, and asked, "Are you leaving us?"

Bergamot smiled and said: "It's not considered leaving, it's just that there is something that must be done, it may take several years to complete, and during this time I may have to completely cut off contact with you."

The more Han Ning'er heard it, the more she felt something was wrong, and asked anxiously, "Will it be dangerous?"

Bergamot didn't shake his head or nod, he just said: "I live in this world, every day is in danger, sister, believe me, I will definitely come back alive to find you."

Han Ning'er's nose suddenly became sore, and there was an unspeakable pain in his heart. He said in a muffled voice, "What should you do if you are gone? And Xiaobao, he really likes you."

"Sister, haven't you always been afraid that I would teach Xiaobao badly?" Bergamot asked her funny.

Han Ning'er's mouth was flattened, tears could no longer be controlled, and she fell down, choked up and said, "That's another matter, the person Xiaobao likes the most is you, he won't get used to you leaving, I will I won't get used to it either, woo woo..."

"Sister..." Bergamot quickly put down the porridge, and wiped her tears in a hurry, "Sister, don't cry, or brother will kill me later, don't cry, okay?"

"Woooo..." Han Ning'er hugged his younger brother's body insincerely, ignoring his injury, and hugged him tightly.

The woman's intuition told her that the little ghost's visit might be very dangerous.

"Sister..." Bergamot frowned in pain, but he didn't push her away, and let him hold her, his heart was bleeding.

The time when my sister was forced to enter the camp five years ago and passed from death to life with him came to my mind. Although every day was filled with fear, it was the happiest time for him.

It turns out that it is such a blessing to be accompanied by his family... Over the years, he has earned money.

"Sister, I will definitely come back alive, you believe me." Bergamot promised again, just like he promised her every day in the camp that he would let her go back alive.

For sister, for brother, for Xiaobao, and for Mingming...for his hard-won family, he must come back alive!

"Well, definitely." Han Ning'er hugged him tightly, she didn't dare to think about the future, she just hoped that he would come back safely and continue to teach Xiaobao the messy code.

Just like this quietly, the siblings hugged each other for a long time.

It wasn't until the bergamot groaned in pain that Han Ning'er came to his senses, and quickly let go, letting him finish the remaining half bowl of porridge, and then pressing him back on the bed, letting him continue to lie down and rest.

Han Ning'er has a delicate physique, and she was tired after walking around for a long time in the morning. After the kid fell asleep, she went back to her room and took a nap.

In the living room on the first floor, Fang Chengjun rested one hand under his head, and put the other hand on his lower abdomen naturally, staring straight at the ceiling.

He kept thinking about the little ghost in his mind, how much he wanted to help, but he deeply understood that except the police, no one in the world could help the little ghost.

Just as he was fascinated by his thoughts, a sick man suddenly came down from upstairs.

Fang Chengjun heard the movement, sat up quickly, looked towards the stairs, and the bergamot came down.

Fang Chengjun frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing down here?"

Bergamot endured the pain, went to sit on the sofa opposite him, smiled and said, "Brother, I'm about to leave."

A trace of displeasure appeared in Fang Chengjun's eyes, and he reminded: "Let's go after the injury is healed."

Bergamot shook his head, "I can't stay here for too long, or Hong Luoli will doubt me."

Fang Chengjun was silent for a moment, and asked him, "Can I help you with anything?"

Bergamot thought for a while and nodded: "Yes, help me take care of Mingming, take care of my sister, and take care of my little nephew, don't rust Zahi's genius brain, I want to continue when I come back Teach him the true biography of this genius."

Fang Chengjun: "..."

Bergamot smiled awkwardly, and changed his words: "Just kidding, brother, if I need help, I will contact you, now you just pretend you haven't met me, and sister too."

"Okay." Fang Chengjun responded.

"By the way." Bergamot suddenly remembered something, "Brother, after I go back, help me get back the black card in Mingming's hand, that card can no longer be swiped."

"Okay." Fang Chengjun nodded.

"There's nothing else, I'm leaving." Bergamot stood up after finishing speaking.

Fang Chengjun got up quickly, sent him to the door, and said: "Don't let your sister down."

(End of this chapter)