Wei Zhenhui lay quietly on the bed, his breathing a little heavy and unsteady, his thin lips still pursed, and his eyebrows tightly knitted together, it must be from the pain of the wound.
Su Mian felt distressed for a while, and couldn't help but reach out her hand to help him smooth it. Her forehead was smooth and full, and it was still glowing in the moonlight.
Wei Zhenhui snorted slightly as if he was conscious. Su Mian was so frightened that she quickly retracted her hand to avoid being discovered by him.
Looking again, the man was still lying quietly, his brows furrowed again.
Su Mian didn't dare to touch it again for fear of waking him up.
Looking at his thin face, Su Mian felt heartbroken.
Wu Feng spoke in an understatement, but Su Mian could imagine how dangerous the dealings between Wei Zhenhui and the three Liu brothers were.
In the previous life, the three brothers killed more than 20 people in a row. Their crime techniques were sophisticated and ruthless. It was not easy to capture them.
In this life, things have changed. The three Liu brothers only killed a dozen people, but Wei Zhenhui was so seriously injured.
"Wei Zhenhui, you must get better soon. You also promised me that you would send me to the university to report." Knowing that he couldn't hear it now, Su Mian still wanted to tell him.
At this time, Wei Zhenhui was in dire straits.
He walked into the study as usual, locked it as usual, walked to the chair and sat down.
Leaning back in the chair, closing his eyes and meditating, this is the most relaxing moment for him in the day, and it is also the happiest moment for him.
Although she didn't know it, it was enough as long as she was happy. He had missed her after all in his life.
Wei Zhenhui took out his wallet with trembling hands and opened the mezzanine. On the small photo lying quietly inside, the girl's round eyes were clear and bright.
Her voice seemed to be still in his ears. He closed his eyes. After 30 years, would she forgive him
When he opened his eyes again, he saw her back. She still refused to see him, so he could only quietly watch her hobbling around in shackles.
Is this a dream? How could I become so old? How could Su Mian be so old
Somewhere in his heart felt like someone had cut it out with a knife. The pain was so painful that he screamed and jumped up from the bed.
"Su Mian!"
He shouted so loudly that Su Mian, who was sitting beside the bed, was startled.
"Wei Zhenhui, I'm here!" Su Mian wanted to go over and help him. In the dark night, the man's eyes darkened again and again, and he exuded a cold aura.
"It's me." Without turning on the light, Su Mian was afraid that he might not recognize her, so she added carefully. Wei Zhenhui's reaction just now really frightened her, "What's wrong with you? Shall I call the doctor?" Su Mian ran out after saying that.
Just as he was about to turn around, his arm was grabbed by a big hand, and then his whole body fell on him with the inertia.
"Ah, are you okay? Didn't you put pressure on the wound?" Su Mian was almost dying of panic. She just hit the bandage on his chest.
But before he could finish his words, Wei Zhenhui grabbed the back of his head and kissed him.
He kissed her like crazy and thrust into her. Su Mian was so tightly held by him that she couldn't break free for a long time.
Wei Zhenhui seemed to be swallowing Su Mian in. Su Mian didn't dare to struggle hard, but he turned over and pressed her on the bed.
Su Mian didn't dare to struggle hard for fear of touching his wound, but Wei Zhenhui bit her lips hard, "Don't go, Su Mian, I miss you."
Su Mian was confused when she looked at the man on her body. The next moment, the man let go of her and fell down again.
"Wei Zhenhui! Wei Zhenhui!" Su Mian stood up and called a few more times, but there was still no response. She touched his forehead again and it was so hot!
This is a fever.