This villain's style is crooked

Lu Cha looked at Nan Yan who acted like a cat with a funny face: "You..."

Boom!

Her heart beat suddenly and violently, and then she sank quickly, like a person falling from a tall building, reaching the bottom in an instant.

Lu Cha curled up unconsciously, her small hands tightly clutching the collar on her chest.

It was as if there were thousands of fine hair needles hidden in her heart, piercing out of her flesh and blood at this moment, and the pain gradually spread to her whole body.

"Chacha!" Nan Yan stood up in a panic and wanted to carry her to the hospital, but the girl gently grabbed her wrist.

Her voice was as thin as a gossamer: "It's useless."

"We'll just stay here for a while."

Nan Yan was startled, his lips moved slightly, wanting to say no, there is still a way.

But facing Shang Lucha's eyes that were filled with water due to the severe pain, those self-deceiving words were like a fishbone stuck in his throat.

He sat down in silence and hugged Lu Cha.

The little girl huddled in his arms, like a badly injured animal, her body was trembling, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

Nan Yan imitated her usual appearance, gently stroked the top of her head, and murmured over and over again: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt..."

Unprecedented sorrow and fear entangled in his heart, and his eyes were covered by dense water vapor. Nan Yan suppressed his crying and gently coaxed the girl.

Lu Cha barely raised her head, her little face had lost all color, and she could even clearly feel the rupture of blood vessels one by one.

"Kiss me, okay?"

She has no strength to get up.

I don't even have the strength to coax the little villain.

Nan Yan lowered his head, hot tears dripping down.

He tremblingly kissed the girl's eyebrows, her cheeks, and her lips, hoping to help Lucha relieve her pain in this way.

Until a smell of blood came.

Bright red blood flowed from the little girl's eyes, nose, ears, and corners of her lips.

The current deer tea is like a doll that can no longer be wrapped in cotton.

Nanyan repeated the kissing motion mechanically.

Please, stop.

Please, stay.

But there was more and more blood, as if it was going to completely stain the wedding dress worn by the girl red.

Lu Cha panted heavily, as if she couldn't feel the blood gushing out, she tried her best to raise her hand and pressed Nan Yan's chest.

In the palm is a small and sharp blade.

I'm in so much pain, Nan Yan.

Will you stay with me?

But the blade seemed to have encountered some resistance, unable to pierce his skin.

Lucha's long eyelashes flickered.

Oh, forgot, mission targets cannot be killed.

She let the blade slide down, gently stroked Nan Yan's cheek, a trace of evil flashed in her clear eyes: "You have to live well..."

"Must be...alive."

Only in this way is it interesting.

Almost after Lu Cha finished speaking the last word, her arm suddenly slipped down and she closed her eyes. 【1】【6】【6】【Small】【Say】

Nanyan stared blankly at the girl.

There was still a sly smile on her lips.

"Cha Cha..."

"Chacha!"

No matter how he called, the girl didn't respond, she was quiet, as if she had fallen asleep.

Nan Yan collapsed and bent down, buried in Lu Cha's neck, his shoulders trembled, and he let out a low and subdued sob.

Slowly, it turned into a heart-piercing cry.

Today, it should be the flickering red candle, the wedding night.

But now, he was holding the bride's body.

How ironic.

Nan Yan laughed softly, tears condensed in his scarlet eyes like crystals, his laughter was hoarse and shrill, full of hatred and grief, but also revealed an indescribable despair.

for a long time.

He raised his head.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sunset is on the west mountain.

Just like the rays of light that he couldn't grasp, they slowly faded away.

Nan Yan just sat there all night holding Lu Cha's body.

Looking at the stars, watching the dawn of the sky, there is only silence in the eyes.

He slightly moved his stiff arms, gently hugged Lu Cha, and said in a doting voice, "Chacha, it's dawn, I'll take you to wash up."

"In a moment, I'll make you breakfast."

Nan Yan carried Lucha to the bedroom, carefully placed her on the bed, and then went to the cloakroom to get a white dress: "You are uncomfortable in the wedding dress, let me change it for you first, okay?"

"Then if you don't speak, I'll take it as your acquiescence."

Nan Yan smiled and helped the girl take off her wedding dress. There was no trace of desire in her empty eyes, but she carefully wiped off the blood and put on new clothes.

As if, taking care of a wife who likes to sleep late.

After all this, all this, he carried the girl to the spare wheelchair and pushed her to the kitchen.

Nan Yan squatted down: "You wait for me here, I will cook, if you are bored, just watch TV."

As he said that, he put the remote control into the girl's hand, carefully cut a piece of fruit and brought it to her, and lightly scratched the bridge of her nose: "Don't eat too much, be careful that you won't be able to eat the food later."

When Nanyan came out with the dinner plate, he deliberately avoided the fruit plate on the table, and his eyes only fell on the girl: "I made sandwiches and warmed milk, both of which are your favorite."

He put the dinner plate away, then pushed the girl to the restaurant and sat opposite her.

Nan Yan introduced the ingredients in the sandwich on his own, and his eyes suddenly blurred.

Tears flowed down again without warning, but he didn't seem to notice, he picked up the sandwich with a smile and took a bite: "It's delicious."

Really.

-

The second day of the wedding.

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother were worried about Lu Cha's health. They wanted to go and have a look, but found that their daughter and new son-in-law couldn't get through on the phone.

Mother Jiang felt a bad feeling inexplicably: "Will Chacha...No! Impossible!"

"Don't worry, I'll ask Li Jian." Jiang's father asked Jiang Xiaowan to stay and take care of Jiang's mother, and went to the Chayan Group alone.

But Li Jian didn't know when he asked three questions. Even if Jiang's father used force, he would bite him to death without knowing.

Jiang's father had nothing to do with him. He was afraid that Jiang's mother would think wildly if she knew the truth about the disappearance of the two, so she could only lie while trying to find a way secretly.

A week later.

Li Jian threw off the man Jiang Father sent to follow him, and sneaked to the villa on the mountainside to deliver supplies to Nan Yan.

This is his first time here.

He always thought that Nan Yan wanted to spend the rest of the two-person world with Lu Cha, but when he passed through the gate, he saw the girl in the wheelchair, her cheeks and bare arms were already rotten.

Li Jian took half a step back in shock, and suddenly his shoulders were grabbed.

"Sir? Madam she..."

Nan Yan stood behind him, raised his hand and covered his lips: "Shhh—"

The man looked at the girl in the distance tenderly, and the demented madness was in the dark and gloomy eyes:

"She's asleep, don't disturb her."

"Then, then I'll put the daily necessities and food here..." Li Jian put down the cardboard box stiffly, almost as if fleeing, and ran out of the villa.

roadside.

Li Jian bent over, gasping for breath, with residual fear in his eyes.

Sir, is he crazy?