After the rebirth became popular in the entertainment circle, the scumbags regretted it

puff.

Ning Xu retracted his hand and pulled out the dagger.

Blood gushed out from Ning Shu's wound like a spring, frightening several bodyguards to rush around.

Some people found gauze to hold Ning Shu's wound, while others stepped forward to restrain Ning Xu.

Because Ning Xu struggled hard and was beaten to death in the process.

Ming Dai, on the other hand, stood at the gate from beginning to end and had long been silent.

"Dede..."

Ning Shu, who was kneeling on one knee, ignored the bodyguard's efforts to help him apply pressure to stop the bleeding.

His pale and cold features were full of paranoia and madness.

Without any explanation, she took a few steps forward and finally approached Mingdai.

Ming Dai could no longer retreat.

She looked at Ning Shu's wound and frowned in pain.

It seems like I have recalled some memories that I shouldn’t have recalled.

At this time, Ning Shu became particularly keen and noticed this detail.

He seemed to have guessed why Mingdai was in pain, and felt a little at a loss for a moment:

"Hug, sorry..."

He turned sideways, not wanting Mingdai to see his wounds and blood.

But it doesn't help.

There was blood spilled all over the floor, and there was no way to stop it.

Mingdai turned her face away in disgust.

Ning Shu felt the breath of life passing by, and his eyesight turned black.

If there was one thing he wanted to grab at the end of his life, it would be...

"what!"

Mingdai screamed in surprise and quickly looked down.

She saw a bloody palm grasping the corner of her skirt with force.

It's like grabbing hold of your last hope.

Blood stained Mingdai's skirt.

It also made her extremely flustered.

Ming Dai tugged at the hem of her skirt to pull it back, but found that Ning Shu's strength was terrifying.

He looked like he might faint at any time, and he didn't know where he got the strength.

Maybe it should be called...obsession?

Mingdai's breathing was erratic for a moment, feeling particularly ridiculous.

She didn't let go of her hand holding the hem of her skirt, and was still fighting with Ning Shu.

But she couldn't help but whisper:

"Ning Shu, how many times do I have to say this? Belated affection is inferior to grass, and... I have never been sorry to you, it was you who was sorry to me."

These words were like thunder hitting Ning Shu hard.

I don't know if it's because he was too seriously injured and his strength has weakened, or because Ming Dai's words hit his heart and his obsession dissipated.

In short, the tug-of-war is over.

Mingdai took the opportunity to pull back the blood-stained skirt.

It was also at this time that I heard a huge noise outside the house.

Ming Dai, who had almost no hope, looked back hesitantly.

Just in time, the door behind her opened.

The light and free air outside the house rushed in.

The wind carried her familiar scent of cedar.

There is also the figure against the light, tall and full of security.

Just like countless times in the past, God appeared in her field of vision!

"Hemu!"

Mingdai didn't even notice the cry of grievance in her voice, and immediately ran towards that person!

And He Mu also hugged her, his mountain-like body trembling slightly.

He hugged Mingdai tightly, as if holding a lost treasure.

I wish I could knead her into my bones and blood and never be apart again.

In such an intimate atmosphere, no one else could interfere.

This scene also became the last scene frozen before Ning Shu lost consciousness...

……

The first thing He Mu did when he found Ming Dai was to ask the doctor to do a physical examination for her.

Yes, Ning Shu's injuries were more serious and his life was in danger.

But so what?

He Mu wished Ning Shu could die. He pursed his lips and wanted to turn Mingdai over and over to check:

"Did he inject you with anything? Or force-feed you medicine? Are you injured? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?..."

He Mu's questions were like a barrage of questions, never ending.

Ming Dai seemed to have never heard He Mu talk so verbosely before. She wished she could even figure out how many strands of her hair were missing!

Mingdai had no choice but to hold his hand and nodded awkwardly to the doctor who was holding back his laughter:

"I'm fine! Don't move!"

He Mu obeyed and stopped.

The doctor next to him didn't dare to delay and quickly found a reason to leave.

Only then did Ming Dai have time to look at him and couldn't help but say:

"You, on the other hand, look so haggard."

She raised her hand and touched He Mu's face.

He Mu laughed softly:

"only you know."

Mingdai didn't understand this sentence and was very surprised:

"what?"

He Mu shook his head and said something.

But I was whispering silently in my heart: They all thought I was calm and normal, but only you know that I have been on the verge of collapse countless times.

"Thank you."

He whispered, burying his cheek into the palms of Mingdai's hands.

Ming Dai could vaguely feel the stubble on his chin, which was very prickly.

Can you imagine?

Mr. He, who was always perfect and all-powerful, like a god, unexpectedly neglected to take care of his beard one day.

Mingdai thought he was a robot and his life was always perfect and meticulous.

In the past she always wanted to cause chaos and see him become disorderly.

But when she really saw this other side, she felt heartbroken.

"It's me who thanks you for finding me."

God knows how lost and desperate she was just ten minutes ago.

Fortunately, Hemu arrived at the critical moment.

The two have a lot to say, but not now.

This is really not a suitable place to talk.

He Mu protected Ming Dai and got into the car.

As soon as she sat in, she heard someone running over, saying that Ning Shu might be dying.

He Mu turned his back to Ming Dai, and his voice was as cold as ever:

"Oh, I know."

Ming Dai didn't say anything. After He Mu sat in, she just gently held his hand and comforted him in turn:

"It's all okay."

This is also what I am saying to myself.

In less than five minutes, Ming Dai lay on her side in He Mu's arms and fell asleep.

During the two nights here, she forced herself to fall asleep, but in fact she couldn't sleep well at all.

It wasn't until now and Mu came that her nerves were relaxed and she could have a good night's sleep.

Seeing this, He Mu specifically asked the driver to drive slower.

A few hours later, they arrived directly at Yanjing Mingdai's villa.

Although there were hotels closer at that time, this was the home where Mingdai could feel at ease.

Sure enough, Mingdai slept contentedly all night. When she opened her eyes again, hugging her soft and slippery silk quilt, her mood was so good that she was about to fly!

The past two days have been like a dream to her!

"woke up?"

Hearing this voice, Ming Dai turned over and trembled with fright!

He Mu, who was sitting by the bed, rushed over immediately:

"what happened?"

Ming Dai was a little uncomfortable with his greetings and warm words, so she blinked:

"You...sit here all night?"

Ming Dai remembered that He Mu was still wearing yesterday's clothes, with only a few more creases.

He Mu was silent at first, then hummed in a low voice and said with great honesty:

"Well, I'm afraid, afraid that you will disappear."

Ming Dai wanted to laugh, but when she smiled, tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

It turns out that He Mu is also afraid.

As she thought this, her heart felt warm, swollen, and extremely happy.