National Male God's Favorite: Kiss Goodbye, Sweetheart

Chapter 110 Be obedient, I will accompany you when thunder strikes

Then the little girl's muffled voice came from the side, "I can't hold you."

"Then if it is really struck by lightning, do you want to suffer alone?"

Liang Nuan Nuan twitched the corner of her mouth, "Who made me brave."

Just when the little girl was about to close her eyes, suddenly her waist felt warm, and then a strong pulling force forcibly pulled her over.

Bei Xingchen bit her ear, his voice was soft and unreasonable, "Be good, I will accompany you when thunder strikes."

Time flies, and here in Liang Nuan Nuan, the time is too fast to count. It seems that several years have passed very quickly.

Watching the three people growing up gradually.Liang Nuan Nuan always feels inexplicably sad...

Why does she still look like a child when she is 13 years old, and her height will always be able to widen the gap with them...

As the time came to an end, Bei Xingchen felt a sense of crisis for some reason, and dragged Liang Nuannuan to practice vocal music. Liang Nuannuan knew that as long as they went back, they would probably cooperate with Qianguqing soon.

She still has to kneel down under Jiushen's suit pants and practice her voice.

Liang Nuannuan was pleasantly surprised to find that Xuemo also started practicing vocal music with her.The two little girls often get up every morning to sing together, sit in the piano room to practice the piano, and after the piano practice, they often play one Guzheng and the other Guqin facing each other.

After getting along for a long time, they are really a bit like sisters, with a tacit understanding that is different from friends.

When Xuemo was 15 years old, she was selected by the school to play for the New Year's Eve party in the winter.

Liang Nuannuan was standing in the background, turning the sheet music for Xuemo in front of Xuemo's piano stand.

Not long after the performance ended, Xuemo was called out.Liang Nuannuan knew that it was none other than Qianguqing's captain, Luo Qing.

The person who took Xuemo away later.

In my impression, there was such a conversation. Although Liang Nuannuan didn't know what the conversation was about, but out of a little admiration for Qianguqing's captain Luo Qing, after Xuemo left the backstage, Liang Nuannuan immediately stepped forward. Small steps ran up.

The little girl was walking in the corridor, watching the two people in front of them walk into the small garden behind the school.

The tall rose bush walls around the garden cast a thick shadow, and the surrounding plum blossoms are in full bloom, covering Liang Nuan Nuan's small body.

As soon as Liang Nuan Nuan stood up, her clothes were caught by dry rose thorns, Liang Nuan Nuan frowned, struggling to pull her clothes hanging on the rose thorns, and then snow foam came from her ears Incredible sound.

"You... you, what are you talking about? My parents died in deep sea archaeology?"

The sound poured into the eardrums and rushed straight to the brain. Liang Nuannuan stopped thinking for a moment, and there was only one sentence left in his mind, "Death in deep sea archaeology..."

"Dead from...deep-sea archaeology..."

Liang Nuannuan froze the hand holding the rose branch, and stabbed the little girl's finger all at once.

The bright red blood fell into the snow along the thorns, as red as a plum.

The letter that my parents asked Bei Xingchen to hand over to me once again appeared in front of my eyes, "Your mother and I received an underwater archaeological mission yesterday morning..."

"Xuemo, you come with me, your current physical condition needs to be hospitalized for observation, or it won't be long..." Luo Qing helped Fu Xuemo's shoulder, with a slightly worried expression on his face.

"I... I can also..."

"Haven't you noticed? Everyone in the Mo family knows that you have congenital heart disease. Mo Xun's parents didn't expect you to live long!" Luo Qing was obviously anxious.

(End of this chapter)