Fu Shao knelt down today?

Chapter 854 The last time (1)

"No, I, I don't see anyone, I want to see you, at worst, die in the hotel, wait for the people in the hotel to collect the body for me." Ying Muyao panted slightly and paused several times.

Died in the hotel, what happened to him?How could you say such serious things?

Nanqiao bit her lip, her eyes flickered violently, covered with a layer of mist, but thinking of his promise to Ying's father, she suppressed the surging emotions in her chest.

She kept her breath and voice steady, clutched the phone tightly, and said in her usual calm voice: "I'm already asleep, I'll call Assistant Zhong for you."

As she said that, she was about to hang up the phone. Just as she moved the phone down, there was a low and forbearing humming sound from the phone, and then the call ended.

As if she had discovered something, Ying Muyao hung up the phone hastily without persuading her.

Nanqiao frowned, what happened to him?
Thinking of what Ying Muyao said, Nanqiao didn't dare to delay for half a second, and immediately looked for Zhong Yi's phone number in the phone with trembling hands, but the moment she dialed it, her movements froze, and her lips pursed tightly.

The next second, she pressed the lock screen, quickly pulled the coat off the hanger and sneaked out of the house.

For the last time, she went to see if he was okay, and she would leave if nothing happened, and she would never pester him.

Maple Hotel.

Nanqiao hurriedly ran out of the elevator and ran to the door of the room. He raised his hand and was about to knock on the door. He hesitated for a second, and then knocked hard three times in a row.

knock knock --

After waiting for a full minute, no one came to drive. Nanqiao was really anxious, and his mind was full of images of Ying Muyao possibly falling to the ground in a coma.

She stomped anxiously on the spot, took out her mobile phone and was about to dial 120.

At this time, there was a click sound of the door opening, Nanqiao's eyes lit up, and before she raised her head to see clearly, her wrist was already grabbed, and in the next second, a strong force pulled her into the room.

Nanqiao exclaimed, and then, she was pressed against the shoulders and pushed against the door, and the door was slammed shut by her.

The field of vision quickly darkened, and his fingers could not be seen in the pitch black. Nanqiao could almost hear his own heartbeat.

She said tremblingly: "Should..."

Before she finished speaking, she was hugged into a hot embrace.

The temperature on Ying Muyao's body is frighteningly high, it's not normal at all!
In a daze, her breath was already filled with his unique scent.

A palpitating yet crying taste.

Nanqiao's eyes were clouded.

Suddenly, the man's face was pressed down, and Nanqiao subconsciously avoided it.

Seeing this, the man was stiff and motionless.

Nanqiao broke free from his arms and said, "Ying Muyao, what's wrong with you?"

Ying Muyao looked down at her, couldn't see the expression, but could imagine her worried and frowning at the moment.

He said hoarsely, "I'm fine."

Nanqiao didn't believe it, "You're fine, why are you so hot?" Suddenly remembering that this happened to her, her voice became sharper, "Have you been drugged?"

Ying Muyao didn't answer, his silence was an admission in Nanqiao's eyes.

Nanqiao turned around and was about to go to the bathroom, "I'll put cold water for you."

As soon as he turned around, Ying Muyao pressed her shoulders and pulled her back, and hugged her again, "Qiaoqiao, I miss you very much."

He rested his forehead on her shoulder, and there was a touch of heart-shattering sadness in his voice.

Nanqiao froze, his eyelashes trembling violently

"I miss you too.

Before she could say anything, she inevitably thought of Ying's father and Ying's mother in her mind, and the remaining four words turned into tears, which gathered in her sore eyes.

He dropped a light kiss on her neck.

His purpose has been clearly revealed, Nanqiao wanted to stop him, but found that he even lost the strength to raise his hand inexplicably.

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　　Lord Yao is a playwright

　　
　
(End of this chapter)