Nan Shao, the drama master, he has started again

Chapter 147
The deterrence came so fiercely and quickly that Zong Yuan was caught off guard and was stunned for two seconds, a chill came down his back, and under the pressure, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground.

He bowed his head and admitted his mistake, "It's a subordinate's impulsiveness."

Nan Jinghong stared at him without blinking, even though his face was pale, his cold and oppressive aura remained undiminished.

"Where is she now?" Squeezed out a few words from her pursed lips.

"downstairs."

"She knows I'm hurt?"

"No, my subordinates didn't talk too much, and Young Madam didn't know about it." Zong Yuan couldn't help expressing his original intention, "Actually, I'm afraid that you might be in danger, Young Master. Hello, Young Madam..."

"You want her to give me a blood transfusion." Nan Jinghong narrowed his eyes and asked aggressively.

Zong Yuan nodded with difficulty, "Yes..."

There was no sound in the room at once, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet. Although the sun was so warm, Yuan Ming, who was not interrupting, had already been chilled by the cold from Nan Jinghong's body, making his muscles tense.

Who would have thought that Nan Jinghong would be so angry, Zong Yuan, who had already begun to shed cold sweat, was suddenly thankful that he didn't ask the young lady to give the young master a blood transfusion last night.

Otherwise, it might not be as simple as kneeling and admitting mistakes now.

I don't know how long it took, everything that was frozen in ice finally cracked and cracked after the dominant man spoke.

"Get back."

He said to Zong Yuan in three simple words.

Zong Yuan was greatly shocked, and immediately pleaded, "Master, this subordinate is willing to accept punishment, please change the way, now that group of villains plotting evil have not been eradicated, please young master, don't let this subordinate leave!"

Nan Jinghong mercilessly said, "Get lost!"

Instead of looking at Zong Yuan, he sat up with his arms stretched out, then moved to the side of the bed to get down, he staggered, just stood up and was about to get up, but he swayed back the next second, luckily Yuan Ming quickly went to help him.

"Master!"

Zong Yuan wanted to get up, but he didn't dare, he could only watch helplessly as Nan Jinghong pushed Yuan Ming away.

Nan Jinghong walked by himself, walked to the wheelchair in the room, and sat down.

His face was pale, and after taking a few breaths, he looked at Zong Yuan coldly again.

"Shu Nianchen is my wife, no matter before or in the future, I will never use her as a blood transfusion tool."

He spoke every word with great force.

"Master, Zong Yuan knew it was wrong, I beg you to give me a chance!" Zong Yuan said immediately, "Zong Yuan will correct the identity of the young lady, treat her as his own master, and stop thinking about him!"

Yuan Ming also pleaded, "Zong Yuan is also worried about your safety, young master. If there is a last resort, young lady..."

"Even if I have to, I won't take her blood!"

"Yuan Ming, push me downstairs."

Yuan Ming pushed Nan Jinghong out of the room, Zong Yuan was left, kneeling on the cold floor, staring at the ground, clenched his teeth and clenched his fists, filled with regret...

……

After coming downstairs, he didn't see Shu Nianchen's figure.

Nan Jinghong's already pale face became even more impatient, Yuan Ming called the maid, and after asking, he found out that Shu Nianchen actually stayed in the corner under the stairs all night.

Nan Jinghong could understand Mandarin E, knowing that Yuan Ming and the others had forgotten to settle down with Shu Nianchen, he looked at Yuan Ming with a bit of coldness in his eyes.

Yuan Ming blamed himself, it was indeed his own carelessness.

Nan Jinghong controlled the wheelchair to the bottom of the stairs.

When the group with its head crooked and leaning against the armrest, curled up in a small corner, appeared in his line of sight, he felt something hitting his chest.

(End of this chapter)