Xia Mengling held his clothes with one hand, and put the bag in front of his chest with the other hand. After he fled the hospital, he got into the car directly.
Until she got on the car, she had not released the bag and the hands of her collar, and she was afraid that Si Ming came here. As soon as Xia Menglu got into the car, she locked the door on both sides.
She leaned on the car seat, her chest was violently undulating, and her breath was not angry. She could hardly breathe with her heartbeat.
She bit her lips tightly, a burst of tingling on her lips, and her neck was also on the neck. There was also the arm. All of this reminded Xia Mengyu that everything that just happened was real, not just a nightmare, not just a nightmare.
Xia Mengying rubbed her lips hard, her mouth broke, but she didn't stop. She looked at the red blood on the back of her thumb and finally couldn't help it.
The sound.
Just now, she was really scared. If it wasn't for Wang Lin's sudden in, she couldn't imagine what would happen next.
This person is Yan Siming, not Qi Zhiming. Even if Qi Zhiming is strong, if she is unwilling, he still has nothing to do, but this man is different. He has the power to control her.
He is a cold and ruthless man who reports his revenge. Perhaps he has not regarded her as an emotional person at all. In his eyes, she is just a tool that can be used.
The purpose of revenge to hurt Ning Ziqian.
Xia Mengyu thought more about it, and she regretted it. She really shouldn't save him. Even if she was guilty for a lifetime, it was better to be a bomb that did not know when the explosion.
The bag in her arms vibrated violently. If it was not accompanied by a pleasant mobile phone ringtone, Xia Mengyu was probably not noticed. Because of fear and panic, she was still trembling violently now.
Xia Mengling sat up, took out the mobile phone from the bag, and passed the fingertips from the mobile phone. Because of the trembling, she did not succeed several times.
Xia Mengying patted his chest and his stiff face, knocked on the tight temples on both sides, wiped the tears on his face, took a deep breath, coughed a few times, and finally answered the phone.
Then, then
"Ning Ziqian, I'm a bit uncomfortable, go to the company to find you next time."
Even if Xia Mengling was concealed hard, the voice of speaking was still trembling, and she still choked.
"What's wrong? Where is uncomfortable? Where are you now? I will take you to the hospital to see."
Ning Ziqian's concern came from the phone, and Xia Mengyu's heart became more and more uncomfortable. She wanted to cry. She bit her lips tightly and didn't let herself cry.
"Nothing, it's okay to go back to rest. Are you already off work?"
"Always, is Gao Yuting difficult to make you?"
Although across the phone, Ning Ziqian noticed Xia Mengying's strangeness, but he didn't know what happened in the hospital, thinking that Gao Yuting told her what caused her to feel bad.
"No, I'll go back first. If you want to be okay, accompany Ling Zeyu for a meal, or go out for a drink.
The Shengshi Group is not far from Yangming Mountain. She doesn't want him to see his embarrassing look.
There was a moment of silence. For a long time, Ning Ziqian's faint "good" passed on to Xia Mengfeng's ear.
After hanging up the phone, Xia Mengying went home directly.
Ning Ziqian did not come back. The house was empty. After Xia Mengying got home, she took a shower. She had no appetite. Thinking that Ning Ziqian might go drinking with Ling Zeyu in the evening and might come back very late, she cooked some
Mung bean porridge, she didn't eat anything all afternoon, so she filled a small bowl and took two sips.
The porridge was a bit hot, but her mouth was broken. It hurt when she drank the porridge. After two mouthfuls, she lost her appetite. Thinking of what happened this afternoon, she felt sleepy, without any energy, and her hair was gone.
After finishing it, I crawled onto the bed and lay down. Maybe because I was too tired, I actually fell asleep.
Ning Ziqian and Ling Zeyu went to the bar to have a few drinks. When they got home, it was almost twelve o'clock. The lights in the living room were on. Ning Ziqian glanced around and didn't see Xia Mengying, but he found the sofa.
Putting on her bag and the mung bean porridge on the table, my heart felt warm for no reason.
When he returned home in the past, his home was empty, the lights were dim, and there was no atmosphere for people to hang out, so he almost moved his home to the company.
Ning Ziqian changed his shoes, put the key lightly on the coffee table, and entered the bedroom. Only two small lights were turned on in the bedroom. Xia Mengying lay on the quilt and saw Xia Mengying's exposed face at a glance.
, the dark red light was slightly blurry, Ning Ziqian frowned and smiled helplessly.
It was already October, and the weather had turned cold. She could easily catch a cold when she lay like this without a quilt.
Ning Ziqian walked to the bed and was just about to pick up Xia Mengying and put her on the bed to sleep. At such a close distance, when he lowered his head, he quickly discovered that Xia Mengying's mouth had broken skin and there were bite marks on her neck.
He knelt down and took a closer look. There was still a mark left on Xia Mengying's mouth, and her brows furrowed even tighter.
His cold fingertips followed Xia Mengying's lips all the way down and landed on the bite mark on her neck. Didn't she meet Gao Yuting today? What's going on?
Ning Ziqian's fingers moved downward slightly and lifted the clothes around Xia Mengying's neck, all the way to her chest. Apart from the clear bite marks on her neck, there were no other suspicious and ambiguous traces. Ning Ziqian breathed a sigh of relief.
There was a fire burning in his heart. He turned slightly to the side and saw the black spots on Xia Mengying's snow-white arms, and his face became even more ugly.
He couldn't help but think of that phone call today, when Xia Mengying's voice sounded very strange.
Ning Ziqian's gaze seemed to be fixed on Xia Mengying's lips, and his warm eyes shot out an icy cold light.
Although Xia Mengying had fallen asleep, her sleep was not very deep. She vaguely felt that the air pressure in the room suddenly dropped, and the familiar scent of pine straw was getting closer and closer. Xia Mengying suddenly opened her eyes, just in front of her.
Ning Ziqian's eyes were sparkling with sparks, and his expression was a little flustered. Just as he was about to open his mouth to explain, his mouth was already sealed.
Ning Ziqian's kiss was rarely rough, hard and deep. He lingered on Xia Mengying's lips, forcefully pried open her crown, and sucked the tip of her tongue. Xia Mengying twisted it in pain.
Ning Ziqian frowned, but did not stop. His slightly cool lips slid all the way down to Xia Mengying's collarbone.
"Ning Ziqian."
She screamed softly, like murmurs in a dream. She wanted to entangle Ning Ziqian, but was worried that he would dislike her, so she was very flustered. In addition, she had just woken up, she was in a low mood and was extremely fragile, so she burst into tears.