Walking Through Fire for You

In fact, Lin Luxiao just opened the door of the ward, and two people stood outside the door.

He froze for a moment, and reluctantly said: "Why are you here?"

Secretary Zhang hides and winks at him. Lin Qingyuan's usual dignity, frowning, said as if: "Go out?"

Lin Luxiao glanced back at Shen Mu, scratched the corner of his eyebrows, with an awkward expression, and mumbled.

Lin Qingyuan was more shrewd. He glanced at him and walked inside with his hands behind his back. His voice was neither salty nor weak: "Is the injury on his back healed?"

"almost."

He shrugged his shoulders to signal that he was better.

Lin Qingyuan snorted, then turned to tell Secretary Zhang: "Okay, you go and tell Doctor Zhang that he will be discharged from the hospital."

Hey, Lin Luxiao clasped his hand on his waist, curled his eyebrows and looked at the old man in front of him. He was here to find his unhappiness in the middle of the night?

Secretary Zhang hesitated and said: "It has only been a few days now, and there is no scab on the wound, and there is still blood on the bandage."

Lin Qingyuan: "I think he is alive and well, isn't he going to rush out?"

Lin Luxiao understood that the old man was dissatisfied with him. He turned his head and was about to speak, but he was caught by Shen Mu who stood up behind him and squinted at him, meaning--speak well. Turning his head and rushing to Lin Qingyuan respectfully said: "Uncle Lin, Lu Xiao is bored in the hospital and went out for a stroll. Don't worry about that. I will accompany him out and send you back later."

Since ancient times, children have always looked pleasing to the eyes. Among these children, Lin Qingyuan liked Shen Mu when he was a child. This kid looked more reliable than Lin Luxiao, gentle, unlike his own kid, Li Li Scornful.

It’s better to be a soldier, and it was really impossible to manage it a few years ago.

Lin Qingyuan waved his hand, "Let's go, Shen Mu, don't let your uncle trust you, this kid can cause trouble."

Shen Mu grinned, "Lu Xiao has changed a lot in recent years, please relax."

Just like that, the things were settled once and for all, Lin Luxiao felt a little unbelievable when he was discharged from the hospital, how the **** he had made the stubborn old man clear.

The two walked to the car door, Shen Mu patted the roof of the car and motioned to him, "I will take you there, can you not drive?"

Lin Luxiao nodded, put on the black assault jacket, and pulled the zipper to the top, covering the military lining inside, and blocking half of his face. The wind was a bit cold at night, pouring in from the collar, he shrank his neck and got into the co-pilot. He put his hand in his pocket and glanced sideways at Shen Mu who had just gotten into the car, and said with no emotion, "Are you my father's son?"

Shen Mu glanced at him as he opened the CD, feeling a little amused: "You are quite jealous."

"Fart." Lin Luxiao looked out the window and snorted: "Anyway, he looks at other people everywhere, because I feel uncomfortable."

"Your father is demanding of you. If he doesn't care about you, can he stop you back then? Changed your wishes out of thin air? After he divorced your mother, don't you think he didn't look for it again? He was only forty then Many people have to find another one. The two have a child. What else is there for you? People didn’t do that, and he gave up the custody of your brother back then, and Lin Qi still hates him now. You are such a son, can you not hurt you? You two are hard-mouthed, a fault, absolutely biological."

Indeed, Lin Luxiao has been looked down upon by Lin Qingyuan for everything he did since he was a child, and he would not praise others. Even if he did such a reassuring thing, he hardly received praise from his father. For Lin Luxiao, If Lin Qingyuan praised him one day, it would be the first time that the big girl went to the sedan chair.

Shen Mu drove on the road, glanced at him from the steering wheel, and said, "How did you get along with that girl?"

Lin Luxiao put his hand on the side of the window, turning his head to look at the sound on the side of the road. Hearing this, he laughed, "Want to hear gossip?"

Shen Mu said: "I can't say that, I care about you. If you ask another question, who took the initiative?"

He thought about it carefully: "It's not good to say--"

"What's wrong with this!"

Lin Luxiao: "Because I didn't think about when I fell in love with her."

"When can you go! EQ is worrying, you--"

As a result, Lin Luxiao twisted his eyebrows: "I think I might like her five years ago."

Otherwise, the girl lost a wad of banknotes when she left, and now I think back to him that he was still furious, some kind of being prostituted, but she really didn't do anything.

Moreover, that night, just accidentally sat on the limp little girl in the quilt, and eagerly wanted to find a girlfriend to prove himself?

unusual--

Too abnormal!

Shen Mu carefully calculated that five years ago, that girl was only sixteen years old!

"Fuck--"

Think about it and add another sentence, "You are a beast." Righteously.

Being too surprised, Shen Mu couldn't hold back, broke the swear word, and almost didn't hold the steering wheel. When did he have a crush on that set! However, he quickly adjusted his state, held the steering wheel, and gave him a thumbs up, "Great, next time who said you have low EQ, I am the first to disagree!"

"roll--"

Thousands of words, turned into a cold word.

...

Jiang Ge actually prepared a lot for tonight's party. When the girl in the dress arrived in front of him, he unexpectedly retreated a little.

Ever since he was young, there hasn't been a thing that can make him scratch his heart so much. Whichever time he was not responsive to every request, he was also the little son of the Jiang family. Although the old man would occasionally train him, he was also very fond of him, and he was reluctant to be a little wronged by the little grandson. If the family knew that it was Nanchu that tied him to a hotel to paint a turtle last time, the old man would definitely be able to block the source of this little girl. Although he was angry at first, but after thinking about it, he really let the old man know. With his methods, Nanchu would definitely have to suffer, he was reluctant.

At the beginning, I found that show for Nanchu. It was originally a whole-person show. It was a fire-fighting education in the station, and it happened to find some hard-working little stars.

But the jungle survival game later was really a bit dangerous, and he couldn't bear it, so he found her in a movie by He Zhengping and asked her to star in it. As soon as the little girl put on the navy blue cheongsam, the eyebrows and eyebrows of the little girl were Liu Yingying's grace. Director He praised him again and again, "By the way, this is Liu Yingying, the Liu Yingying I imagined."

At that time, he was smoking a cigarette and looked at the dark scene. The girl was holding an oil-paper umbrella, half-sleeved cheongsam, her forearm was as white as a lotus root, her ears were broken, her eyebrows turned her head down. , Are the charming bones of women in the dust, but with that cold and glamorous, it looks like a gorgeous flower from a distance, and a small daisy at close up.

He told Shen Mu that he wanted to sleep.

At that time, Nanchu didn't throw him away, and he couldn't speak with anger.

Later, seeing her being beaten, he went crazy in the car and kicked the door to get out of the car. With a panic in his heart, he finally understood that he wanted to be nice to her and wanted to praise her.

I don't want her to be buried in public opinion anymore. It's not that I haven't read those words. Even a big man finds him ugly, let alone a little girl. She shouldn't be treated like that.

Some people think he is sloppy. How long have you known him? They think that a girl is like a goddess.

Jiang Ge also felt like he was being drenched in ecstasy soup, but he couldn't tell the truth, he felt that women all over the world were **** inferior to Nanchu. Later, when he went to see other women, he could not help it. Contrast with Nanchu.

She is not as beautiful as her, her nose is not as firm, her face is not as small as her, and her skin is not as good as her.

The parties are all insiders.

In fact, I just want to take this to warn-this girl, I am covering.

When Shen Guangzong said that the car had set off from the company, Jiang Ge had already asked his assistant 258 times, "How is my hairstyle? Isn't it? What about the clothes? Is it too informal?!"

The assistant was expressionless, and replied mechanically: "It's okay, very good, you can propose marriage formal."

Jiang Ge snapped his fingers, "Good idea."

Assistant: "Don't mess around."

When the car entered the villa area, Shen Guangzong took the lead to get out of the car, a pair of red high-heeled shoes and slender, white ankles protruded from the back seat.

The door opens.

A slender figure wrapped in a tight red dress got out of the car.

Nanchu's makeup tonight is indeed amazing, but it is not because of Jiang Ge. It is Shen Guangzong who said that there will be many producers and directors tonight. She has to fight for a bit more to get more film contracts for next year.

The skirt is the autumn model of Han Beiyao's own Italian brand.

Tight-fitting, not low-cut, the front collar just covers the breast line up, and the collarbone is deep, so you can keep fish. There is a thin stubble on the back, from the base of the neck to the waist, a concave spine line is exposed, the muscles and bones are smooth, and the top of the hip is a pair of straight and well-proportioned long legs.

Jiang Ge stood on the window sill on the second floor and looked straight, and inexplicably lost his temper with himself.

...

The banquet hall was full of people, in groups of three or five, toasting and celebrating. Those who came here were all a little influential in this circle, and they gave this old man a lot of face.

Nan Chu was pulled back by Shen Guangzong to toast the wine, his cheeks were red, and he sat down on the sofa with his hand fanned in the wind.

The **** is not hot yet.

A tall figure in a straight suit appeared in front.

Nan Chu held the cup and glanced at it.

The appearance is cold, gentle and restrained, handsome or handsome, but not popular.

Looking intently again, there was a string of black Buddhist beads in his hand, hey, a bit familiar, but before Shen Mu spoke, his hand nodded, "I remember you."

Shen Mu smiled and slipped her hand into her pocket, "Little girl has a good memory, my name is Shen Mu."

I probably met her captain’s friend here. He was inexplicably kind. He raised his head and said, "What a coincidence, a drink?"

Shen Mu bent down and said with a smile: "Someone outside wants to see you."

The little girl's eyes lit up.

Shen Mu deliberately said, "Are you still drinking?"

Nan Chu stood up and smiled heartily at him, "Next time!"

...

The wind of late autumn was mixed with coldness. Jiang Ge’s villa area was surrounded by trees lined with poplars, and the ground was covered with the afterglow of moonlight. Apart from the whistling wind and the rustling sound of branches and buds, there was almost no other movement.

Lin Luxiao put his hands around his chest, leaning on the door of a champagne car.

The black jacket blocked the lower half of his face, revealing a pair of eyes that were deeper than the night. He lowered his head and kicked the ground with his toes. This was his small gesture while waiting for someone.

Not far away, there was a sound of footsteps.

One looked up.

The girl had already plunged into his arms, with Ye's chill, she wrapped his arms around his neck and hung on him, panting slightly: "Captain—"

After all, I haven't seen you for a week.

Nan Chu was uneasy, panicked, and when he first ran over, he thought a lot--

What if it's not him?

What if Shen Mu tricks her?

But when she saw this familiar figure, her heart seemed to fly out, she wanted to run to him quickly, hug him well, and wanted to tell him that she missed him very much.

In the last few steps, he tried his best to sprint into his arms. The momentum was confiscated, and Lin Luxiao pressed his back against the car door.

He took the opportunity to hold Nan Chu tightly in his arms, raised his head and took a breath of cold air, gritted his teeth, and shouted out whether it hurts--

The little girl tightened his waist, suffocating in his arms, "Are you finished? Have you finished bombing?"

Lin Luxiao hugged her tightly, rubbed one hand on the back of her neck, "Isn't you cold with so little wear?"

Nanchu tightened again: "It was not cold at first, but if you ask this, it feels a bit cold, but I think you are really warm in your arms."

The tearing pain in his back eased, and Lin Luxiao smiled in a low voice, inexplicably drowning: "Smuggler."

Nan Chu raised his head in his arms, grinned, and rubbed again: "Captain Lin, I'm thinking about it!"

Hearing this, Lin Luxiao lowered his head and looked into her eyes, his handsome face raised his eyebrows with an inexplicable smile, "Say."

Nanchu said: "You let me go first."

Lin Luxiao's eyes became meaningful, and slowly let go of the little girl in his arms.

The sky sank as if it was covered with a curtain, and the stars were spotless.

Quiet night, rustling leaves are all behind him, and the two of them are in each other's eyes and can't see anything.

The moonlight illuminates the two lazily.

Lin Luxiao put her hand in half, and was dragged back by Nan Chu, she directly padd her feet, rushed on, and rushed the person into her arms.

Lin Luxiao was silent for a while, and heard someone say in his ear: "Why are you so obedient, let you let go, I want you to let go, you have to hold me firmly, like this, no I’ve heard on the Internet that women want you to get out because they want you to come and hug her tightly! I have had a problem since I was a child, and my will is not strong enough. If I encounter some difficulties in doing something, I can easily give up. I’ve been in love, and I don’t know if I will have this problem in my relationship. If I really have this problem, you will have to be like I taught you today. When I let you go, you must not go. After you get out of the way, there will be no drama for the two of us. No one can guarantee that we will continue to love each other as we do now. In case one day I am old and ugly, you will finally dislike me. When we quarrel every day, I get anxious. When you say that you are breaking up, you have to hold me firmly, and then resolutely not to break up! I was actually very coaxing, really quarreled, and I can calm down by saying a few good things about me."

This is sincere.

No one can guarantee that the two will always live as if they were first seen.

This long paragraph really shocked him.

Lin Luxiao hugged her with his palm on the back of her head. He lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair. He went down and held the little girl's head against her face. He looked at her face and tried to find She was not firm, but her eyes were firm, and even the thin brows seemed to be very firm.

"Thinking about it, decided to follow me? What if I sacrifice one day, can I bear it?" He lowered his voice.

Nanchu said this very plainly, as if he really thought it like this: "Yes, if you die, I will find someone who treats me nicely to marry, absolutely not thinking about our friendship—"

Lin Luxiao suddenly lowered her head to bite her lip, bit her lip violently, and almost bit her lip to bleed before loosening it, and whispered in her ear harshly: "The fortune teller said I can live to nine. Nineteen, I won't give you this opportunity."

Nanchu kissed back enthusiastically, a little eagerly, his hand was already on his belt, and he gasped a little and said, "The fortune teller said, I can only live to seventy."

"It's okay, I will divide you for ten years, and we will live to eighty or ninety together. There is one year left and I will take care of your funeral."

You can be with you when you live, and no one is alone when you die.

The lips and teeth are intertwined, and the night is lingering.

Nan Chu kissed him, pushed him into the car, and couldn't help it anymore: "Go in."