Midsummer is not thin

Chapter 122

Yu'er suddenly jumped onto Su Qi's lap, and his thoughts returned to reality.Touching the corner of his eyes, it was dripping.He wiped away tears and looked at the time.It's eleven o'clock, and the plane is about to take off.He stroked Yu'er's soft hair, got up and left.

"Tell my sister, I'll call her."

"Oh."

Golden sandy beach, blue sea.Walking barefoot on the beach, the sand gently caresses the soles of the feet.Take a look at the sky, seagulls are circling above.Suddenly, a piece of pure white feathers fell gently.She spread out her palm, and the feather fell gently into her palm.

"Beauty, let's go back!"

Ning Muchen sat on the beach, grabbed a handful of sand, and said casually.

"Can you finally let me go?" An Xuexia clutched her feathers, turned her head and said indifferently. "Also, can you return the phone to me?"

"Here you are. Oh, I turned it off for you—"

"Crazy, you pervert!"

An Xuexia gave him a cold, hateful look, put the phone in her pocket, turned around and left.Just two steps away, a group of hooligans in strange clothes walked towards the sea.She didn't pay much attention.When she was tens of meters away from Ning Muchen, when she looked back, she realized that Ning Muchen hadn't followed, and was entangled by more than a dozen people!Those hooligans were after him.She thought it was his cronies again, but just as she turned around and was about to leave, she heard the sound of them fighting——

Ning Muchen's kung fu is so good, I really didn't see it!One person fights against so many people, and he still has the upper hand.Counting, there are sixteen...seventeen.

An Xuexia considered whether she should help or not—

Something seems wrong!Ning Muchen received a punch...and another punch!How could he... suddenly saw his hands covering his chest! !It was his heart—

If this continues, he will die! !

An Xuexia rode on the motorcycle without hesitation, and then rushed towards the beach.Seeing her rushing over, the hooligans scattered one after another, she shouted at Ning Muchen: "Come up quickly!"

Ning Muchen hurried into the car.

The first-rate hooligan became furious and threw the knife in his hand——

The blade slashed across An Xuexia's arm, blood gushed out of her snow-white arm immediately, but she still focused on driving, only frowning, without saying a word.

Seeing her deep wound, Ning Muchen held his chest tightly, endured the sharp pain in his heart, and cursed angrily: "Why are you back? Didn't I return the phone to you and let you go? I haven't seen it before. You are such an idiot woman!!"

"Hmph, it turns out that you still have human nature, and you deliberately drove me away to avoid being implicated!"

"Idiot! Stop, your hand is hurt!!"

"Of course I know I'm injured, I want to save you."

"Idiot, they can't catch up!"

"Try scolding me again! Does your heart hurt a little? You've just had surgery, and you're still playing so hard. Let me tell you, if you don't go to the hospital for an examination, you'll be useless!"

"That's my business, you just have to worry about your injuries! Stop—"

"Shut up, it had nothing to do with me before, but now that you live in my house, I have to be responsible to you!"

Ning Muchen suddenly smiled charmingly.

"Beauty, are you responsible for me? Okay, okay, you got hurt because of me, and I will be responsible for you to the end! Let me drive the car—"

An Xuexia turned her head and gave him a blank look.

"You come? Please, with your current situation where you may die at any time? I don't want to die in your hands yet!"

"Honey, you are so bad!"

An Xuexia was so disgusted that she almost died!Ning Muchen could no longer force himself to smile, the severe pain in his heart made beads of sweat appear on his forehead.His lips slowly began to turn purple.Finally, he could no longer support himself, and leaned weakly on An Xuexia's body.An Xuexia grabbed his hand and put it on her waist, shouting loudly: "Hey, are you unable to hold on anymore? Hold me, or you will fall! Ning Muchen, did you hear that?"

Ning Muchen weakly opened his eyes.

"Please, the living people have been shocked to death by you, so speak softly—hey, if I hug you, will you say that I sexually harass you?"

"Ning Muchen, you are a fucking bastard! Hold on, you'll be at the hospital soon!"

As far as I can remember, that was the first time I heard her swearing.Maybe it's because he's bored, maybe it's because he's too nervous and worried.Ning Muchen didn't know why, but he felt moved when he heard her anxious scolding, but he knew that this was the first time that a woman cared, loved, and was so nervous after being ill for so long——

"Isn't it always like this in movies, one person is dying, and the other person keeps saying: 'Hold on, I'll be at the hospital soon!' But I haven't been to the hospital for a long, long time, and in the end that person is already dead at the hospital—"

Speaking of the word "death" from someone like Ning Muchen, An Xuexia suddenly had the urge to cry.

(End of this chapter)