Midsummer is not thin

Chapter 155

Gently picking up the photo on her bedside table, her smile immediately warmed his indifferent heart.This is a photo of her and him, taken when they got engaged.He was wearing a white dress, and she was wearing a noble white dress. At that time, everyone praised them as the most perfect couple——

Even though she never thought about getting engaged, even though she was not happy at all that day, she still smiled so softly that he didn't embarrass him a bit.Even when a few boys she hated toasted, she didn't show any displeasure on her face... No matter how much she ignored him at home, she always gave him face outside - such a woman is his The loving kind.Ning Muchen pressed the photo angrily, turned and walked out of the room.

But to this day, she only loves Su Qi alone, and her joy, anger, sorrow, and joy can only be because of Su Qi...

"Facing me, you'll never be truly happy once. You don't care if I'm dying for you or not. You never thought of me as your fiancé!! Since you have the guts to run away, then Don't blame me for being despicable..."

Ning Muchen sat arrogantly and indifferently in the living room.In front of him stood five men with angry faces.

"Go, search for me starting today, even if you search all over the world, find An Xuexia! I don't believe how far she can escape! Call home and ask if she has gone back to find Su Qi. "Ning Muchen's indifferent tone echoed in the living room.

"Yes, young master." Several people nodded and turned to leave.

Ning Muchen leaned on the sofa, gently massaging his temples with his fingers.An Xuexia, you'd better come back to me obediently, otherwise you will definitely regret it!Also, you'd better not go back to find Su Qi, otherwise, you will die! !
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On the soft big bed, Su Qi was still running a fever.His face was as pale as ice and snow, his lips were chapped, and his forehead was extremely hot.Snowflakes were still flying outside the window, and the temperature could be described as freezing, but the temperature on his body was frighteningly high.His lips kept whispering, as if to say something.Butler Pu put down the ice towel and leaned closer to listen.His name is "Xiao Xia".Day and night, he was in a coma for a day and a night, and he also called An Xuexia's name for a day and a night.The private doctor came to see him several times, and gave him injections and prescribed medicine. Butler Park kept using ice towels to cool him down, but the fever couldn't go away no matter what.

Alas, if An Xuexia was here, maybe his illness would recover soon.Sometimes the illness is not caused by a virus infection, but by exhaustion, which makes the patient unconscious.What can Su Qi wake up?
Butler Pu ordered people to retrieve tapes from An Xuexia's Art Academy, all of which were her broadcast "Mind Dancer".When Butler Pu pressed the silver key, An Xuexia's voice dissipated in the air, and Su Qi's frown, which had been frowning all along, seemed to be gently caressed by someone, and it instantly relaxed.His fingers gripped the quilt tightly, as if he was listening to a familiar voice.

An hour later, Su Qi was miraculously awake, although his forehead was still so hot.He opened his eyes and looked at the source of the sound, then listened carefully.Slowly, his fingers clenched into fists, his eyes were piercing.Are you so pitiful now?There is no one to take care of you when you are sick or injured, so you can only use that mechanical repeating sound to heal the scars!Why did things become like this?He was not at fault, why should he bear such a catastrophic punishment! !
"An Xuexia, I'm not as strong as you imagined, why did you give me such a disaster?" Su Qi supported his body with his right hand, stood up slowly, then went to the window and opened the curtains.

Snowflakes sprinkled to the ground one after another.How beautiful is a world covered in silver?The only thing missing is people who appreciate it.An Xuexia, where are you! !

Su Qi punched the glass with all his strength, and the universe was silent for an instant, except for the sound of the broken glass being so clear and ear-piercing!The glass shattered, his hand was like a hedgehog, piercing the glass, and the bright red blood dripped down the window sill...

(End of this chapter)