The real daughter, she is a Buddhist boss

Chapter 392 Ateng, It's Cold Outside
"pat, pat,"

Raindrops from the eaves fell from high places and hit small puddles on the ground.

Jiang Teng didn't know how long she sat under the corner, the coldness surrounded her, making her feel like a luxury even to breathe.

Both feet were numb and weak, she moved her knuckles, trying to stand up against the wall.

But before she could make a move, she found that there seemed to be a figure walking towards her not far away; the dim light dimmed her eyes, she raised her hand to cover her forehead, tentatively, hoarse : "Little Peanut..."

She is so tired.

But the man didn't give her half a response.

Even at this time, the sense of crisis in her bones still emerged, and she slowly reached out to touch her back, her knuckles resting on the handle of the gun.

As soon as he brought that person close, he immediately shot and killed him.

"A Teng."

"It's cold outside, go back inside, good boy."

The familiar voice pulled her wandering soul back into the cage, and she looked up in disbelief, but she still felt that it was hazy and unreal; the figure overlapped in the darkness, making it hard for her to see clearly.

—Is it hallucination?

She stretched out her hand in a daze, trying to catch the phantom, trying to see Jiang He again.

"Brother, don't go."

The figure paused in the distance, and her outstretched hand naturally caught nothing.Eto, who couldn't hide his disappointment, leaned against the wall weakly, laughing at himself.

"If I had known this would happen, I should have put him to sleep on the first day he came here. At least it would make me less regretful."

Perhaps because he regarded the person in front of him as an illusion, Jiang Teng no longer had any scruples when he spoke: "Jiang He, come and see me in my dreams often. Because you suffered from a mental illness when you were young, you can't just die. Not responsible anymore."

She is so tired.After running around all night, the tense nerves are already fragile after the ups and downs.

Jiang Teng half closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Although he was smiling, his face was full of bitterness.

"You used to call for responsibility, but I was always unwilling. Now that you're dead, I want you to be responsible. Do you think I'm hypocritical?"

"But people are like this. They always cherish after losing. I am also a human being, so naturally I am not exempt."

"You said before that you wanted to marry me, but I didn't agree to you. I really don't feel safe, Jiang He. What I need is not empty talk, what I need is to be absolutely and firmly chosen. But before you, the choice It was never me."

"But you're dead, and I feel that some things shouldn't be too fussy..."

Tears blurred her eyes, and she wanted to raise her hand to wipe it away, but someone was already one step ahead of her.

The cold knuckles landed on her cheeks, and the man carefully wiped away her tears, his movements full of distress.

The strong smell of blood lingering at the tip of his nose made Jiang Teng wake up instantly, this is a living person!
The moment she opened her eyes, she was hugged into a embrace full of frost.

"My Ateng, don't be sad, I will feel bad."

Jiang Teng, who was immersed in the lost and found, lost his mind for a few seconds before he dared to hug back cautiously. She was afraid that this was her own illusion, and that it was just an empty joy.

However, she heard the beating heartbeat in her chest, she felt his breathing, and his voice.

She bit her lower lip tightly, her voice trembling: "Jiang He, tell me; you're not dead, right?"

After a few moments of silence, a shallow sigh came from the top of the hair: "Brother is here, little Ateng. You are so naive, how dare I let you live alone in this world."

"A few bastards are worth my life. Even if I die, I will die for my Ateng."

(End of this chapter)