A few days ago, a park in C city.
The sun has not yet set, and the sky is as red as blood.
"I don't hate you." After that very soft murmur, a bullet hit Zheng Qimei's arm.
When Tang Yanan was about to fire the second shot, Zheng Qimei turned around and turned her back to him, holding Xiao Nian tightly in her arms.
There was a sharp pain in the arm, but the pain was not as painful as the heartache. Unexpectedly, he actually shot himself. There was a throbbing pain in my heart.
Enduring the great pain, he tightly protected Xiao Nian, child, your father is so ruthless. He actually shot us.
But don't worry, I will protect you and prevent your father from hurting you. Certainly not.
If you still can't escape in the end, then I would rather die with you.
She closed her eyes, waiting for her final fate to come. But the second bullet didn't come out for a long time. After staring at her figure for a long time, Tang Yanan put away the gun, took two steps forward, and looked at her hand, where the left arm was bleeding profusely.
"You..." Tang Yanan's face was heavy, a little shocked, a little hesitant: "You, why don't you hide?"
"You want me to die. I won't hide."
Zheng Qimei looked at Tang Yanan. She didn't know how desperate a person's deepest despair could be. She only knew that at this moment, a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in her heart: "Tell me, why, why didn't you shoot him?" my head?"
Tang Yanan froze for a moment, stood there, not knowing what to say. Zheng Qimei gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and stood up holding the child: "Tell me, why don't you point your head at me?"
Tang Yanan pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.
He didn't know either, but at that moment, his hand suddenly turned away, and then he missed it. Then it hit Zheng Qimei on the arm. He was shocked and surprised. That blood is so glaring. His heart trembled slightly,
He didn't answer, but Zheng Qimei didn't give up. She looked at Tang Yanan, bit her lip, and said softly, "Tell me, why are you pointing at my head? Tell me?"
Tang Yanan remained silent, how could he give Zheng Qimei an answer to something he didn't even know the answer to
Zheng Qimei looked at him, her cheeks began to lose color, she finally sighed and smiled lightly. Raising one hand, tightly grasping Tang Yanan's arm: "Please, take care of Xiao Nian."
Tang Yanan looked at the little baby in her arms. Such a small child, with a tender face, rosy in the white, was sleeping tightly with his eyes closed. I have no sense of everything around me.
A child is a child, even if there is danger around him, he still sleeps soundly.
For Tang Yanan, it was the first time for him to see a child so closely.
At this moment, Zheng Qimei held his arm, pleading, "Please, take care of him."
If he wanted her life, he would take it. But the child is innocent. The son has lost his father's love since he was born, should he just leave like this
No, she can't. It's one thing to make up your mind, but another to make it happen. The child in her hand is very light, but she feels it weighs a thousand catties.
If she had known this was the result, would she not have given up the child in the first place
Would she abort the child in the first place? Save him from suffering in this world? More importantly, the child was about to die at the hands of his father.
How much irony is this? How much pain is it
She didn't want to, and she didn't want to see that result. She had given up hope. But Tang Yanan shot the gun sideways, does it mean that in his heart, there is still a little bit of reluctance
Do you still have a little nostalgia for her? Yeah
Can she think so
Tang Yanan didn't move, his eyes swept over Zheng Qimei's hand. Suddenly understood one thing, it was impossible for him to shoot like this. It was impossible to really kill Zheng Qimei.
"I'll take you to the hospital." She didn't agree to her request, the child is hers, and if she wants to take care of it, she can take care of it herself.
Surprise flashed in Zheng Qimei's eyes, she wanted to say something, but Tang Yanan had already helped her up. Her hand was in pain, and she was about to follow him away when her footsteps suddenly stopped.
"No. Can't go to the hospital."
Tang Yanan paused, looked at Zheng Qimei: "You are bleeding."
"I can't go to the hospital." Zheng Qimei hugged her son, sweat dripping from the pain on her forehead: "The hospital will definitely call the police for gunshot wounds, and you will be in trouble then."
Tang Yanan was stunned again and stood there motionless. She said this because she was thinking about him.
"Why?" He was obviously the one who came to kill her, and he was obviously going to kill her. But she was afraid that he would be in trouble
"You don't understand, right?" Zheng Qimei smiled wryly, knowing that he had lost his memory. And she believed that if he hadn't lost his memory, he would never have done such a thing.
"It's fine if you don't understand. Find a place and help me take out the bullet. I think you should know it?"
Tang Yanan looked at her face and nodded: "I will."
"Then let's go." Zheng Qimei followed Tang Yanan and left. She had just experienced the calamity of life and death, but now she could survive, she only felt that her back was wet. It's all sweat.
Tang Yanan glanced at her, glanced at the baby stroller, took out the tissue she had prepared for her son from it, and wrapped it around her hand.
He took her into the car and went as fast as possible to the original villa where Xuanyuan was staying.
After entering the door, Zheng Qimei's little face turned pale, without a trace of blood. Tang Yanan glanced at her and found that the tissues on her arms were all soaked in blood. All are red.
"Are you OK?"
"It's okay." It actually hurts. Zheng Qimei couldn't hold her son anymore, so she put him in the cart. Looking at the villa in front of him, his eyes swept over Tang Yanan's face.
"You, do you live here?"
"Yeah." Xuanyuan Hao's house. He has always been good to himself.
Zheng Qimei nodded. Didn't say much. Sit down on the sofa in the living room. Tang Yanan found the medicine box. Looking at Zheng Qimei: "You, you really don't want to go to the hospital?"
"No." Zheng Qimei shook her head, "Just help me take out the bullet."
Isn't that how it's played on TV
Tang Yanan's face was a little weird, he looked at Zheng Qimei for a while, and said softly: "I don't have anesthetics here."
Zheng Qimei was stunned for a moment, and quickly understood what he meant: "I know. That's it."
"you sure?"
Zheng Qimei nodded: "Sure."
Tang Yanan took a deep look at her, stood up and went to the wine cabinet to get a bottle of wine. Handed it to Zheng Qimei.
"Drink some of this and you'll feel better."
Zheng Qimei didn't take it, but just shook her head: "I'm still breastfeeding, so I can't drink."
Not good for kids. Her face became paler and paler, looking at Tang Yanan's stunned body, she stretched out her hand again: "Don't do this, hurry up."
"Yes." Tang Yanan nodded, found a piece of cloth and handed it to Zheng Qimei: "Bite this."
Zheng Qimei bit her. Tang Yanan glanced at her, put her arm on the tea table, and looked at the bullet holes on it. Just stuck under the arm joint.
After taking a look at Zheng Qimei, he sterilized the knives and tweezers with alcohol. Take the bullet out.
Zheng Qimei felt pain, her hands trembled, and Tang Yanan grabbed her with one hand: "Don't move."
Sweat was all over her forehead, and she felt that her back was all wet. The body tensed tightly, and finally couldn't bear the pain, closed his eyes, and passed out.
She was dizzy, and things were simple. Tang Yanan took out the bullet very neatly. That action is very familiar, as if it has been done many times before.
Wrap her up and lay her body down on the sofa. Look at her sleeves that have been stained red with blood. He frowned.
This woman is very strange.
He wants to kill her, but she is not afraid. He hurt her, but she was not angry, even afraid that he would get into trouble. Refuse to go to the hospital.
Why? Why is she doing this? Tang Yanan didn't understand, nor did he understand. The previous impression of Zheng Qimei flashed through his mind. She's in the shop and loves to laugh.
She is very patient with every customer who comes to her door.
The reason why her shop is doing well is inseparable from her ability to manage it. Not only that, it seemed that when she saw her before, she was always happy. At least when he was by her side for more than a month, she often had a smile on her face.
Until he was about to leave, he saw her expression beyond the smile, so bitter. so uncomfortable. And today, her eyes were full of pain. But she was so calm, and that calmness made her feel a little bit reluctant.
Why
Why a woman who treats others as a junior. It actually made him feel a sense of reluctance.
To that voice. Seeing the bitterness, pain, discomfort, and entanglement on her face. His heart seemed to be caught by something. Very uncomfortable.
Shaking his head, he sat down on the sofa and attributed his emotions to the fact that he was not used to killing people with a gun.
After all, in the past month or so, in the United States, he has never really done anything. He never actually killed anyone.
Not once.
What now? He shot Zheng Qimei.
Looking at her pale face, a trace of reluctance surged up in her heart again. Zheng Qimei. What kind of woman are you
She seemed strong and optimistic. Would such a woman treat others as a junior
Why is he always in disbelief
Shake your head, don't think about those entangled emotions. He stood up, and just wanted to go upstairs to the room, when the little baby in the stroller woke up, and when he woke up, he burst into tears.
Tang Yanan was dumbfounded. Looking at the child's crying face, he didn't know how to react for a while, and subconsciously looked at Zheng Qimei. She showed no sign of waking up.
The child's cries became louder and louder. He couldn't stand it and wanted to ignore it, but he stepped forward instinctively and picked up the child.
But I didn't expect that after being picked up, the baby was still crying, showing no sign of stopping. Tang Yanan was holding such a small baby, and he didn't know how to put his hands and feet in the right way.
I tried my best to search for the possibility of how to hold the baby in my mind, but I couldn't think of any way.
"He, he may have urinated." Zheng Qimei was awakened by her son's crying at this time, and she wanted to sit up, her arm hurt. She knew that she couldn't hold her son in this state, so she could only ask Tang Yanan for help.
"Check to see if his diaper is wet, and if so, change it for him."
Looking at Zheng Qimei's face, Tang Yanan couldn't believe what he heard. She actually asked him to change the baby's diaper
After staying there for a while, she looked at Zheng Qimei: "You want me to change his diaper?"
"Yes." Zheng Qimei nodded, with hope on her pale face, "My hand hurts so much, I'm afraid I'll fall on him, please."
Tang Yanan looked at the kid in his hand who kept crying and was stunned and didn't respond. Xiao Nian cried more and more. His body twisted, he felt like he was holding a monster.
The child was still crying, and the wow-wah sound was piercing like a magic sound piercing one's ears. Tang Yanan's face was ugly, he glanced at the child, then at Zheng Qimei, and when he met the gauze in her hand, he put the baby back on the stroller.
He clumsily unbuttoned his pants and took a look, the diaper was indeed wet, not just wet. There's also...
Tang Yanan's face turned blue, looking at the yellow lump on the diaper, he turned to stare at Zheng Qimei, with a very unhappy expression: "He, he has a bowel movement."
"You wipe him clean and change another one."
Zheng Qimei spoke softly, with a hint of uncertainty in her voice. She never thought that one day, she would see Tang Yanan holding her son and giving him a diaper. She should have smiled because of the uncomfortable and bewildered look on his face, but she couldn't laugh at this moment.
There was something flowing in her eye sockets, and that feeling made her almost cry. Looking at Tang Yanan, she said softly: "It's very simple, there are wet wipes on the side of the cart, you wipe him clean, and then Get a new one."
Tang Yanan didn't move. The big hand was still holding onto Xiao Nian's foot. Xiao Nian felt uncomfortable, her body twisted. In a hurry, he had no choice but to grab his two feet together.
He glanced at Zheng Qimei again, and took out the wet wipes on the back of the cart with his last hand. Wipe Xiaonian's butt, ass, and wipe it again, and there is nothing left, and it feels unclean. Pulled another one and wiped it again.
Xiao Nian was always uncomfortable because his feet were being held by him, and her body twisted desperately. Cry harder. Tang Yanan didn't care, after wiping, he changed a new diaper for him.
He has absolutely no such experience. Clumsy, slow, and clumsy. Xiao Nian kept crying because of his actions.
Zheng Qimei wanted to help, but she had lost too much blood and her arm hurt, so she could only guide Tang Yanan step by step on how to change it.
Finally, Tang Yanan changed Xiao Nian's diaper, and he finally stopped crying. This made Tang Yanan heave a sigh of relief. Zheng Qimei looked at the expression on his face and smiled at him.
"Thank you."
Tang Yanan remained silent, and wanted to put Xiao Nian back on the cart, but as soon as Xiao Nian touched the cart, he burst into tears again.
This time, Tang Yanan didn't know what was going on at all, and stared blankly at the kid in the cart, not understanding why he was crying.
Looking at Zheng Qimei again, she stretched out her hand to him: "The child may be hungry, please carry him here."
Tang Yanan didn't move, looked at Zheng Qimei's face, then at the wound on her hand: "Your hand..."
"It's okay. I still have the other hand." Zheng Qimei gestured for him to pick up the child: "Do me a favor and give him to me, okay?"
Because he hurt her, Tang Yanan nodded, picked up Xiao Nian, and put it into Zheng Qimei's hands.
She hugged her son before she wanted to breastfeed him, but found that the other arm was tightly bandaged by Tang Yanan, and it hurt when she lifted it.
Looking for help, he looked at Tang Yanan again.
"Could I trouble you again?"
Tang Yanan stood still, not knowing what she wanted to do, Zheng Qimei's pale face was stained with embarrassment, and the embarrassment made her blush, looking at Tang Yanan.
"That's right, please help me lift up my clothes, otherwise, I can't breastfeed him."
Tang Yanan froze for a moment, he didn't expect Zheng Qimei to make such a request.
Xiao Nian was still crying, Zheng Qimei lowered her head, very embarrassed: "Please."
Tang Yanan still didn't move. Zheng Qimei gritted her teeth, raised her left hand and wanted to do it herself, but the severe pain made her stop. Seeing her son crying hard, she didn't know what to do for a while.
"Tang Yanan..."
Called him again, this time, Tang Yanan made a move. He took two steps forward, stood still in front of the sofa, and stretched out his hand to lift up her clothes. Wearing a corset underneath.
He glanced at Zheng Qimei, and she turned her head away from him: "Undo that button too. Thank you."
He nodded and unbuttoned the front button. Her plump body jumped out. Tang Yanan's eyes dimmed, but Zheng Qimei couldn't care about him now, her son was still crying hard, she hugged Xiao Nian with one hand and nursed him.
Xiao Nian stopped crying as soon as she drank the milk. The eyes are not even opened, the little hands are holding the mother's plump, sucking and sucking. Zheng Qimei kept looking at her son, using this to divert her attention.
She clearly felt that Tang Yanan's gaze had been fixed on her, which made her feel extremely embarrassed.
After drinking, Xiao Nian's mouth moved, obviously not full. His appetite has always been good, Zheng Qimei was embarrassed again, one hand was injured, and it was impossible for her to hold her son and suck the other side.
He raised his head and looked at Tang Yanan asking for help, hoping that he could help. Tang Yanan stood still, and after a long time to react, he stepped forward, picked up Xiao Nian, turned around, and switched to the other hand.
Zheng Qimei had injuries on her hands. Impossible, holding Xiao Nian, glanced at Tang Yanan, and he understood what she meant. He stretched out his hand, supported Xiao Nian's head, and let him approach Zheng Qimei's chest to drink milk.
With such a distance, the two of them were so close that Zheng Qimei could feel Tang Yanan's breath.
Her face suddenly turned red, and Zheng Qimei lowered her head. It was right not to know how I would react, my heartbeat was a little out of order, a little fast. She stood there in a daze, even forgot to look at Xiao Nian.
Tang Yanan supported Xiao Nian's head so that he could drink milk smoothly. Staring at the little baby's mouth, and the scene of sucking breast milk every movement, his eyes dimmed a bit.
Turning her face to Zheng Qimei, she lowered her head, seeming very uncomfortable. From this distance, Tang Yanan could smell the fragrance of her body, not the smell of perfume, but a bit of milk and fragrance.
She looks at the little baby. The gaze is pure love. It seemed that what she held in her arms was not only her child, but also her treasure.
There is a string deep in my heart that moves slightly. Tang Yanan felt this way for the first time, holding Xiao Nian, looking at Zheng Qimei. The mood suddenly became very calm.
As if that was good, very good.
Xiao Nian drank milk, licked her mouth, yawned, closed her eyes and fell asleep. Zheng Qimei glanced at Tang Yanan when her son was not drinking milk.
"Please take Xiao Nian to sleep on the stroller. Thank you."
Tang Yanan didn't move, hugged Xiao Nian, and glanced at Zheng Qimei's body, her clothes were half undone, revealing her snow-white skin.
His eyes dimmed, he stood up and put the little baby on the stroller.
Turning around, Zheng Qimei had already straightened her clothes with one hand, and was sitting there looking at him. Her eyes are very complicated. There are many emotions that Tang Yanan can't understand.
He wanted to turn around and leave, but Zheng Qimei stopped him.
"Tang Yanan?"
Tang Yanan paused, walked up to Zheng Qimei and looked at him.
Zheng Qimei leaned on the sofa, let her arms hang down naturally, not touching the wound, and looked at Tang Yanan's face: "Why did you kill me?"
Before he opened his mouth: "You said that someone paid for my life. Who told you? Xuanyuan Huang?"
Tang Yanan didn't answer, and sat down on the sofa: "Do you want to go home? I'll take you back now?"
"Go home?" Zheng Qimei shook her head: "My mother will be worried if I go back like this."
"Yeah." Tang Yanan nodded and stopped talking. Seeing his appearance, Zheng Qimei held his hand: "Tang Yanan, can you tell me? Did Xuanyuan Hao ask you to kill me?"
Tang Yanan was silent, he didn't want to answer Zheng Qimei's speculation. Disappointment welled up in Zheng Qimei's heart. In Tang Yanan's heart, even if he lost his memory, he still had a place for Xuanyuan Yu.
He cared about Xuanyuan Hao. But what about myself? She is his woman, Xiao Nian is his son, he can kill them for Xuanyuan Hao's words.
Disappointment turned into bitterness, and she had no thought of asking. Anyway, if asked, he wouldn't say anything.
Silent, circulating in the living room. The atmosphere was unusually quiet. Looking at Tang Yanan's gloomy face, Zheng Qimei thought of another thing.
"Xuanyuan Hao asked you to kill me, but you didn't, so will he punish you?"
Tang Yanan raised his head and glanced at Zheng Qimei at this time, with a slightly shocked expression. Zheng Qimei didn't think she was wrong, like Xuanyuan Hao who didn't follow the cards and had a gloomy personality.
If you can shoot Tang Yanan for the first time because of Tang Yanan's betrayal, it is possible to shoot the second time.
A thought came to her mind, Zheng Qimei suddenly widened her eyes, and understood Xuanyuan Hao's thoughts. Before Tang Yanan lost his memory, he once betrayed him as he said.
So this time, Xuanyuan must want Tang Yanan to prove his loyalty. Isn't the best way to let Tang Yanan kill him
With this thought, Zheng Qimei only felt chills all over her body. Looking at Tang Yanan, his face was full of shock.
And Tang Yanan watched the emotional changes in her eyes, from worry to sudden realization and then to shock at this time, full of worry again. He didn't understand what this woman was thinking.
Even if Xuanyuan Hao would really punish him, but she was the one he wanted to kill, how could she still worry about him? Isn't this ridiculous
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