CEO, Hold On A Moment

She doesn't want to merge with Nanming!

She would rather die.

"Jomo!" She heard Tang BeiYao calling her voice, anxious and panic, but, more and more distant. Then, her heart also follows to tear heart crack lung to pull tightly.

"Bang!"

It's the sound of the bottle breaking.

Because of his action and was taken off the bottle, rolled twice on the bedside table, and finally landed, instantly broken into pieces. Glass debris, liquid medicine, splashed all over the ground.

Joe thought: his pinhole must be bleeding.

Tang BeiYao, you let me die. I can take away Mr. K's trouble.

There seems to be a disordered sound of footsteps. There should be a lot of people rushing in. Next

She didn't know anything.

…………

Wake up again.

Jomo's head is very heavy. After a long time, she opens her eyes difficultly -

she lies on a big bed.

What you can see is the exquisite plain wallpaper, the dim light of warm tone, and the neat and clean room layout Here, it should be a room in the hotel.

But what time is it?

12 hours later? Why is she still alive?

The curtain of the room is drawn, double-layer thickness, airtight, she has no way to judge.

"Card wipe!"

She heard the sound of scissors.

Jomo turned his head and looked at the sound source: on the other side of the table, there was a tall figure standing with his back to her, pruning flowers. What he played with was yellow plum blossom.

The disorderly pile of Chimonanthus praecox on the table was trimmed by his hand and inserted into the wide mouth bottle. It suddenly looked neat and beautiful. In the air, it also brought a faint fragrance of plum

He did all this calmly and never spoke.

Jomo couldn't see his face.

She could only see his phalanges, white and slender, with distinct joints.

"Tang BeiYao?" Her head was so chaotic that she caught hold of the sheet, but could not support herself. She just couldn't help calling out the name, expecting him to show up.

He was just cutting the Chimonanthus praecox.

His action stopped a little, then, he still cut the last few, put the flower into the bottle, adjusted it, finally Turn around.

"You?"

Jomo's heart sank.

The original expectation in my heart suddenly turned cold.

It's Nanming.

It's Nanming!

He was wearing a white shirt with the cuffs half rolled up to the elbows and the collar open. He looked a bit dandy and casual He looked at her with a smile in his eyes.

"Why am I here?" Jomo gritted his teeth, barely supporting the fragmented voice, "we..." Fusion?

She couldn't ask.

Her body trembled slightly and her mood was out of control.

She wants to die!

"If I tell you, we are integrated..." Nanming spoke slowly, deliberately lengthened his voice, and went to the direction of the window, "will you be very desperate?"

Jomo clenched his fist.

Her teeth, clenching her lower lip tightly, almost tasted the blood between them.

"Wow

The next moment, Nanming suddenly opened the curtain, let the bright light outside shine in. The dim yellow in the room is replaced by the bright in an instant. It's still day outside!

So, less than 12 hours?

There was a glimmer of hope in Jomo's heart.

However, the next moment, Nanming's words came -

"if I said that we are going to formally integrate, would you be more desperate?"

Jomo's eyes widened.

When she's awake? When she just woke up? In addition, her present physical condition is just the time when she can't do any resistance Asshole! Asshole!

He has come back step by step.

"Don't even think about it! Don't touch me. Tang BeiYao will kill you! I'll kill you, too! " The only thing she could spell was words. Jomo glared at him, but his eyes burst into tears.

She'll kill him!

As long as she recovers a little, she will die with him!

"Yes? That's what he said when he handed you over to me. " Nanming, with a sneering smile, coldly returned to her, "but Can he kill now? "

Jomo closed his eyes.

Tears, but from her eyes silent slide.

Tang BeiYao sent her here?

Tang BeiYao sent her here

"What are you crying for?" Nanming had come to her bed and brought the plum blossom which had just been cut. With a tone of coaxing her, he said, "look at the flowers I sent you. Do you like them?"

Chimonanthus praecox can calm the nerves.

He really chose it for her."Go away!" Feeling him sitting down on the edge of the bed, Jomo came out, his voice choked, "stay away from me!"

Plum rich, Qiao Mu at this time but only strong disgust! Because he, along with everything around him, felt extremely disgusted!

"Touch!"

The vase is heavily placed on the bedside table by him. Nanming's tone is obviously impatient: "you are really hard to coax."

The next moment -

Qiaomu felt that the mattress had sunk a little. Nanming came close to her and pulled her hand out of her quilt. His strength is very heavy, without any pity. He forced her clenched fist to open

"Don't touch me!"

Jomo cried out.

But Nanming didn't commit any further aggression. He just pressed her hand. Then Qiaomu felt a pain in the palm of her hand, and the palm of her hand was cut by him with a blade.

He dipped her blood in his mouth.

Then, he cut his left palm again, smeared a little blood and sent it to her lips.

Jomo turned away, unwilling to cooperate.

Without any discussion, Nanming put the blood into her mouth

She tasted his blood in an instant.

Jomo frowned and subconsciously thought

"No vomiting!" Nanming is the first to drink to stop her, "do not want to use another method of integration on the honest point!" As he spoke, he put something on each other's palms, and then held them together.

Jomo didn't move.

She was alert, but found that Nanming did not continue to move.

The only It's the left hand they hold together.

The palm is spicy and numb, and the feeling of life force passing away disappears. There is a warmth gradually conveyed from the palm, which makes her dizziness and powerlessness gradually disappear.

She saw that Nanming was also getting better.

Originally, his complexion was a little pale, but now it gradually recovered as usual; she had contacted him several times, and his temperature was very low, now, it gradually turned to normal.

Are they merging?

Is this another way of integration?

Qiao Mu looked at each other's hands in a daze. Her physical strength gradually recovered. Finally, she was able to support the bed with her right hand, barely sat up, and then Keep looking.

"I have a question." It was Nanming who broke the silence first. "How did you get into the factory yesterday?" He thought about this question all night, but there was no answer.

Jomo ignored him.

"I put something in the door, gas, can make people lose their mind, irritability, death." Nanming said slowly, without finishing the second half of the sentence: why didn't it affect her?

That kind of gas toxin obviously blocked a lot of people yesterday.

Why?

Because she's strong?

It's impossible. She's not even as good as him when she's half integrated.

She is such an absolute "weak person"

What's special about it?

"Mean!" Qiao Mu has interrupted him first, thinking of the man who gave her a stick and died in the end last night, "how many innocent people have you killed?"

Nanming smiles and doesn't argue with her.

"It's just for you to live. You're crazy!"

"Have you ever thought of anyone else?"

"Do you have any humanity?"

“……”

……

Jomo was angry.

Not only because he is Mr. K, but also because he is Nanming. He clearly committed so many evils, but he tried to gain her friendship and trust with a kind face!

So

Her aversion to Nanming was doubled.

"Jomo." Nanming just let her scold, until she scolded tired, he just looked up, eyes a little cold, "we fused, whether you want to or not, you'd better accept me early."

He reminds, pause: "encounter a problem, you had better stand in my position to consider."

"If you can't do it, don't think about anything and stand on my side."

"We are one."

“……”

……

"You dream!" Jomo interrupted directly.

Joke!

From his standpoint?

What's the difference between her and a killer?

She doesn't speak, Nanming is so drunk by her, also no longer answer. There was silence in the room, and the atmosphere was so cold.

"What about Tang BeiYao?" The feeling of the palm is still going on, Joe Mu and other physical strength recovered a little bit, just dare to say, "where is he?" One thing she dares to be sure of is that Tang BeiYao is here, and Nanming dares not deal with him any more.

She wants to know about Tang BeiYao.

Nanming sarcastically looked over, mentioned this, his mood seems to have changed for the better, "he should not come over for the time being."Jomo frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think he would like to be here?" Nanming asked, "what do you think he would think?"

In his eyes, there are provocations and banter.

Qiao Mu suddenly responded -

Tang BeiYao didn't know!

He didn't know the way of integration!

So, he must have thought

Jomo's heart sank down and his eyes coldly looked at the man by the bed.

Nanming did it on purpose!

This kind of fusion, where can! He was in this room on purpose! Mean! Shameless!

"Be safe." Qiaomu was in a hurry, but she just wanted to move, Nanming's other hand stretched out, pressed her shoulder, and pressed her back to the bed.

He was close to her.

The voice is very close, and the action is even ambiguous. Nanming talks to her as freely as she said to him last night, "you're waiting to die." every word is as you can see He said in a low voice, "I really can't kill him or move him now. But I found a way to make his life worse than death. "

His life is not like death

Jomo, I'm with you.