Celebrated Family's Grand Marriage

Yan trace looked at him to put his true emotions so pressed, heart sympathy and helplessness.

"First send her to the ward to observe, chronic gastritis is not well adjusted, will be very serious."

Yan trace looked at night Ming with a deep meaning, and saw his face changed, but he said nothing.

Song Anning in the ward did not wake up, but his eyebrows were locked, his lips were moving constantly, and he didn't know what to say.

Night Ming stood in the dark face, the bodyguards were honest to stay outside, no one dared to speak.

"By the way."

Yan trace is like thinking of what, raise the eyes to see night Ming, said: "she is like this, less housing, don't be too fierce, you scared her."

His "good faith" reminder, let night Ming face, suddenly cold to the extreme, eyes, burst out of the killing like a vanguard, as if to be the inflammation of a few hundred holes.

"You see her?"

If he dared to answer yes, he would have shot him.

Yan trace looked at him and laughed jokingly.

"It was also useful to see that she was in a coma and begging for mercy just now."

He gave night Ming a white eye without good will. Seeing his expression unnaturally silent, he did not continue to tease him, and went out.

Help him close the door, Yan trace looks at the outside always bending waist, painful cold sweat DC bodyguard, asked: "what is the matter with a Cheng?"

"Kicked by the little master."

The men answered with a low voice, and dared not speak loudly.

Yan traced back to the inside and looked back, and took a comforting pat on a Cheng's shoulder. "Wronged you, the boy touched song Anning, and his brain was gone. Let's go. I'll check it for you."

"Thank you very much, sir."

Night Ming sat beside song Anning, looking at the ceiling with deep eyes.

The sound of Yan trace has been circling in his mind.

Drink too much, take sleeping pills

For years, she will blame herself, can't she sleep?

"Night Ming Night Ming...... "

On the bed, song Anning murmured his name, and in his voice, he was full of entreaties.

The hand with needle pipe, waving in a random way, "no, night Ming, please, I feel pain I feel pain... "

Night Ming's eyes, stagnated down, looked up at her, she every expression, to his heart, a shot.

Looking at her waving hand, the needle can slide out of her back at any time.

He quickly went up and grabbed her hand. Song Ping could not move. But he kept murmuring in his mouth --

br > it hurt It hurts No more Please, don't... "

"Does it hurt?"

He fell in front of her, his face close to her.

The warm breath was flowing in front of her.

His voice, low and dumb, "you just hurt in the body, and I, pain in the heart, you say, who more pain?"

Song Anning did not hear his words, but kept repeating and repeating.

Night Ming has been around her, even dinner has not been eaten, has been to song Anning wake up.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the person with her back head close to the wall, and stared at the person she was sleeping with, and she was startled.

Night Ming

She was surprised to sit up from the bed, this slightly big action, let the original close eyes of the night Ming slowly open eyes.

Subconsciously, I saw song Anning holding quilt, and looked at him with fear, like a little rabbit who was shocked.

Her eyes, stinging night Ming, also annoyed night Ming.

When did he start, in her eyes, see no longer was once sentimental, and left only fear?

Night Ming some heartache, eye bottom, passing a trace of sadness.

Can he only go to this step between Song Anning and him?

"Wake up?"

His voice, always cold, had already taken up the previous panic and worry.

Song peaceful body, trembled, then nodded.

At this time, outside the door, there was a knock on the door, which sounded very careful.

"Little Lord."

"Come in."

The servant came in from the door with a Thermos Pot. "Little Lord, this is a good porridge for Miss Song."

From the kitchen side received the call from night Ming, no one dared to ignore, even to boil a porridge, are careful, afraid that the boil is not delicious, will be scolded by the less owners.

"Let's go."

"Yes."

The servant put the thermos pot on the table of the ward and carefully retreated out.

Night Ming rose, opened the thermos pot, poured out porridge from inside, a moment, fragrance overflowed.

Because she was too anxious to go out in the morning, she didn't even eat breakfast, and then she vomited. At this time, songanning's stomach was empty, smelling the smell of the smell, and her appetite was picked up in a moment.Lips, subconsciously moved two times, swallowing saliva.

Even if it's a little action, it's caught by night Ming.

The corner of his lips pulled out a sneer. He poured the porridge and helped her turn over the small table on the hospital bed. He put the porridge in front of her and said coldly, "eat it."

"Thank you."

Song Anning was not polite. He said thanks and ate it.

"This porridge is really like that made by Sister Zhang..."

She opened her mouth subconsciously, but when she said this sentence, she stopped and her face suddenly changed. She raised her eyes and looked at Yeming. Sure enough, his face had changed.

She was so afraid that she couldn't even hold the spoon firmly. Just because she tasted the familiar taste, she said it subconsciously when she was moved. However, she forgot that she and Yeming are no longer the same as they were now.

When she was with Yeming before, because she had the habit of eating porridge, Yeming went to Chinatown and bought her a Chinese restaurant chef who cooked porridge really and delicious for her.

After sleeping at night, she could only go to sleep with heavy sleeping pills.

In the middle of several times into the hospital, often think of the porridge made by sister-in-law Zhang, will be nostalgic.

But the same, she will also think of the day with night Ming, that kind of pain, far more than the pain brought by the body.

At that time, what is life is not like death, she is living to realize.

Her hand, pinched the spoon, did not dare to see night Ming, also dare not continue to eat.

She thought that night Ming would directly lift the porridge in the next second, but saw him without saying a word, just turned around and walked out of the ward.

Like escaping from the devil's grasp, song Anning breathed a long sigh of relief and continued to eat.

She did not know that the words she had just subconsciously uttered had turned out all the emotions that night Ming was trying to suppress, and she was out of control for a time.

He was standing in the corridor with his men standing quietly behind him.

"Smoke."

Hoarse voice, faintly spit out a word.

The man came forward, just took out the cigarette from his pocket and handed it to him, ready to light it.

He thought of something and took the cigarette away. "No more."

He waved to his men to step back.

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