Lure To Marriage

This night happy face did not sleep, she secretly took the computer in a crazy Search about Qin Mofei's marriage news. In the quiet of the night, I could hear her cry in the silence.

I crept up to her bedroom door and wanted to go in and comfort her, but I finally stopped. I hate myself. I let her down again and again. I'm afraid it's more excessive than Qin feiran who let me and my mother despair.

However, how can I make up for all this? I don't know. I'm at a loss.

I stood outside her bedroom for a long time and she kept crying. I imagine her tearful face, I really wish I could not commit suicide in front of her. I don't understand how I became such a ghost, deliberate, unscrupulous.

I went downstairs quietly, took a bottle of wine on the cupboard, and sat in the hall drinking alone. Asha may have heard the movement and stood up, kneaded her eyes and took a blank look at me. She was stunned.

"Sir, why do you Haven't you slept yet

"Can't sleep!"

Upstairs Huanyan cried so sad, where can I still sleep. I do not dare to appear in front of her. I will hate myself more and more when I see her like that. I can't see my nature more and more, whether it's hypocritical or really evil.

Asha looked up the stairs doubtfully, came up to me and said, "Sir, are you sorry for Miss's illness? There is an old Chinese medicine doctor in Exxon city. He is a Chinese. His medical skills are very good. If you want to have a try, you can go and have a look. "

"Old Chinese medicine?"

"Well, it's called Liang Qingshan. I fell down when I was riding two years ago. I broke my leg nerve. I went to him and pricked it."

"And that?"

I've never heard of a Chinese medicine doctor who is so powerful. Moreover, I made an appointment with famous doctors all over the world with a happy face. I couldn't help her condition. Can a traditional Chinese medicine be enough? I doubt it.

But seeing Asha's determination, I hesitated again. It can't be done now. It can't be a doctor's choice. So I asked Asha for the address, ready to see it myself.

I'm afraid that Huanyan will be disappointed again. Now she is so fragile that she can't stand the blow. However, as Asha said, how can we know the result if we don't have a look? What if it is possible?

It's just over three o'clock in the morning. I'm going to Exxon from here. I'll arrive at about seven or eight o'clock tomorrow morning. It's just the time for the old doctor to go to work.

Fortunately, it was early in the morning, otherwise I would be drunk driving. When I went out, I told Asha to take good care of her face. Then I went on the road without the bodyguard. It's very peaceful here now. I think it's very safe.

Strangely, as soon as I got out of the city, I felt a car following me. At first, I didn't care about it in the downtown area, but the car followed me all the way out of the city. At this time, the speed was almost the same as me, and it was about three or five hundred meters away from me.

I'm sure this car is following me. Is it Qin Mofei's man? It's impossible. If he has found my trace, he will never hide. He will confront me directly. But who else but him would have arranged for me to be followed?

This section of the road is a high-speed road. I raised the speed to 200. The car behind me has good performance. It actually keeps up with me, but it still keeps a distance of three or five hundred meters. This is an old tracker. I'm afraid of it.

I don't know the intention of this guy. It doesn't matter if it's just tracking. But there's a road ahead where accidents happen frequently. I suspect this guy's motive is not pure. But I thought about it and couldn't be sure who would attack me.

I can't say how powerful, but at least black and white eat all, who is out of the moth?

I was thinking, sure enough, the car behind accelerated in the accident prone section, approaching me with lightning speed. I immediately took the gun out of the seat and loaded it straight for preparation.

Fortunately, there are not many vehicles on this section of the road, and there are no vehicles as fast as ours. The distance between the car behind me and me quickly drew closer. I saw a very gloomy face in the rearview mirror, but I didn't know who it was.

On the sharp turn, I saw this guy come out of the window with a gun in his hand, the M500 revolver. I really came to kill me. I'm afraid I want to make a car accident by choosing this place?

This is the cliff below. If you fall down, you must be wrecked. Who the hell is this vicious to plot against me in the middle of the night?

"Boom

Before I could regain my composure, the bastard fired, but the bullet missed the target and flew off in the back of my car. It happened to be a sharp turn here. After turning, I accelerated the car and hid in the corner waiting for the guy to rush up.

As soon as he appeared, I raised my hand and shot him. I hit the tire. In such a fast driving situation, according to the inertia, his car will slide uncontrollably to the left. It is only two meters away from the cliff here. He will surely fall down.

"Bang!"

I can't imagine that his tire burst directly, and the body was bounced up at least a foot high, and then turned to the left. The car quickly rushed to the edge of the cliff, most of which was suspended in the air and didn't fall.The car swayed like a seesaw. The bastard didn't dare to move. He fell there in terror, staring at me with fear in his eyes.

I collected my pistol, opened the door and walked over, holding my hand on the rickety front of the car. Looking at this guy, he has a square face, dark skin and a suit of overalls. It seems that he is not a Chinese.

I raised my eyebrows and asked him, "who sent you to kill me?"

He turned pale and said nothing, but looked at me in horror. My eyes sank, and said, "I count to three, if you don't say, don't blame me for being polite."

Then I took out my cell phone from my pocket and photographed the guy's face. Then I pulled up the corner of my coat and wiped the front of the car I had helped. I looked around the road section. At this time, no vehicles passed by.

Whether this guy says it or not, I'm not going to forgive him. So I Yinyin a smile, a foot on this suspended car into the cliff. I vaguely heard the guy yelling as he fell off the cliff, but the wind was too strong for me to hear.

By the time the explosion started, I was already on the road, ignoring how badly the man had died. I immediately called Zhen Yunhao and told him the road I was in and asked him to destroy all the monitoring on the road.

Then I sent him the photos I had taken and asked him to check whether there was such a man among the mercenaries wandering in Myanmar and Vietnam. With his clothes and courage, I guess he was a mercenary. Most of the mercenaries are in these two places. Most of them can find clues.

I don't like to stay in trouble, so I've always been a dead hand to such a person. For many years, the so-called "white shark" is cruel to me.

After such a toss, it was almost light, and I was more than 100 kilometers away from the city of Aix. So I picked up my mood and put the music in the carriage to the maximum. It was Huanyan's favorite song, Lu Binghua, which was a beautiful song.

This is a copy I made when I was making a record. The accompaniment in it is my violin. At this moment, on such an open road, it sounds interesting.

I can hum along with the music, "the stars in the sky don't speak, and the children on the ground miss their mothers..."

Mom

This title has been very far away from me, but because of this song, I think of her again. When she thought of her struggling in the dust, and the way she converted to Buddhism after the dust settled, the scenes came like a movie.

I was thinking, if she lived a little longer, would she give me some advice about me and my happy face, so that I would not harm her so deeply, so miserable.

At about eight o'clock, I arrived at Exxon city. I searched for the address given by Asha. As expected, I saw a small Chinese medicine clinic. At first glance, I think it's no good in it, because the front door is too stingy. I feel like a shop opened by a quack.

I sit in the car tangled for a long time, or get out of the car and walk towards the clinic, whether it is OK or not, since I'm here, I still have a look.

The clinic was very quiet at this time. It should have just been open. A female nurse in a white coat was packing up her things. When she saw me passing by, she was stunned and told me that the master had not come yet. It had to be nine o'clock sharp.

I wanted to go at once, but after thinking about it, I still held on to it. Maybe people really have some skills.

So I sat down and waited. I flipped through a Book of acupuncture and moxibustion on the counter. I couldn't understand all kinds of trends. In fact, I also know the structure of human body, but what I know is where a shot can kill, nothing else.

"It is said that Dr. Liang is a Chinese?" I came to ask the nurse.

She nodded and said to yourong Yan, "the master is a family of traditional Chinese medicine. He has been here for 40 or 50 years. Not only people in Provence like to look for him, but also people from Singapore and the United States. In a word, there are countless."

"Oh

I doubt it, because it doesn't look like a house full of people. Maybe Chinese medicine is like this, carry forward the Chinese traditional virtues, all equipment are simple!

After a cup of tea, a kind-hearted old man appeared, wearing a long sleeve Tang suit, walking with a trace of Fairy Spirit. He glanced at me casually as he came in, and slightly twisted his eyebrows.

"Young man, do you have liver disease? It seems that he is very ill. "

“…… If the old man is really wise, I really have a bad liver. "

As for his words, I immediately respect him. My illness does not show on my face, many liver disease patients have some characteristics I do not have, so the people around me do not know that I have been terminally ill.

But Liang Qingshan can see at a glance that my liver is ill and his condition is very serious. At least he has the skills of looking, smelling, asking and cutting in traditional Chinese medicine.

I rushed over and said, "old man, I'm not here to see liver disease. I want to ask about acupuncture and moxibustion. I have a friend..."

I told Liang Qingshan about the condition of Huanyan. He stroked his beard and listened quietly. He did not express any opinions. Until I finished, he frowned and said, "you said that many famous doctors have seen her and said they can't cure her?""Yes, she said that her nervous system could not be repaired, so I heard that the old man was proficient in acupuncture and see if she could?"

"If you don't see anyone, I don't dare to talk nonsense. If you really want to, you can bring her to have a look. Traditional Chinese medicine is broad and profound. In some diseases, it can't be achieved by western medicine. I can give it a try. "

Liang Qingshan's speech is still very reserved, perhaps the condition of happy face is really incurable. But now I have no other way, can only hold the attitude of trying, just think of her lonely and desperate look, in the heart and hesitated