Ling Yaoxi's words were awe-inspiring, making her heart tremble.

Thinking that last time he also said that he would give himself a gift, the result was ...... That night, she stayed up all night, and by the next day she was too tired to get out of bed.

Tao Xiaozhen rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, this time he was willful and said goodbye, there was indeed something wrong.

In this regard, she could only whisper, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to." ”

Ling Yaoxi snorted coldly, "You'd better not have any problems, otherwise you'll feel better." ”

Tao Xiaozhen smiled and changed the topic with a haha.

Separated by two provinces, it is not difficult for the two to meet, and it only takes two hours to take a plane.

Ling Yaoxi frowned and said, "When I finish dealing with the matter at hand, I'll come right away." ”

Hospital.

Mi Xia looked at Nangong Bo on the hospital bed, his expression was in a trance, and he was holding his forehead with one hand, very cramped and uneasy.

Because the wound was too painful, Nangong Bo asked for painkillers, and now he is still asleep.

She was finally able to get in.

Suddenly, her fingers hurt, but she looked down with a dull gaze.

His hand holding the knife was accidentally cut by the sharp blade, and a stream of blood rushed out.

But Mixia was still in a trance, as if it wasn't her hand that was cut by the knife.

When the nurse pushed the door in to change Nangong Bo's dressing, she was suddenly awakened.

Mi Xia asked, "Will there be sequelae from his gunshot wound?"

The nurse only thought she was caring, and smiled and comforted, "Don't worry, the place where the patient was shot is not in the critical part." ”

"And the wound is treated in a timely manner, and there will probably be no sequelae. ”

Hearing this, Mi Xia's eyes moved slightly, "Probably, how much did you say?"

"Uh...... Probably 80% of the time there will be no sequelae. ”

Eighty percent?

Does that mean there is still a 20% chance of sequelae?

Mi Xia's gaze that fell on Nangong Bo's face was a little more murderous.

She fiddled with the fruit knife in her hand, and the smile on her face gradually spread.

Soon, however, her smile froze.

Because at this moment, Nangong Bo had already opened his eyes.

There was a blankness in his dark eyes, but it was quickly replaced by coldness.

Mi Xia in front of him was holding a fruit knife and gradually approaching him.

Nangong Bo suddenly stared at him and shouted angrily in a low voice, "Mixia, what do you want to do!"

Mi Xia's body stiffened, and then she quickly reacted, and smiled sadly, "What else can you do, of course, let you pay for your life." ”

She slid the blade of the fruit knife gently across the side of his face.

The cold touch made him creepy.

But Nangong Bo has not experienced this kind of big scene, and he can still maintain his composure at this time.

"Mixia, you do it now, just wait for the rest of your life to eat in prison. ”

Mi Xia sneered at him, looking stupid, she enjoyed this condescending feeling.

"Do you know how much I hate you. Her voice was so light that it seemed to be able to be blown away by a gust of wind.

Nangong Bo frowned, forced himself to move slightly, and pulled the wound, which made his face pale for a moment.

But the pain on his body was far less intense than Mixia's words.

"You...... Hate me?"

Nangong Bo laughed at himself, "I'm so good to you, what right do you have to hate me?"

"When we were together all these years, I never refused what you wanted, and I will help you realize all your wishes. ”

"Entertainment City, brokerage companies, clothing brands, these are all companies that I opened for you. ”

Mi Xia said that he wanted to enter the entertainment industry, so he used all the resources under his hands to package her and train her.

Let her quickly become a well-known second-tier traffic flower in a short period of time.

She said she wanted to have her own clothing brand.

He used means to directly acquire a well-known high-end clothing company at that time.

For her, everything she should have done and what she shouldn't have done has been done.

I didn't expect it...... actually fell into such a fate.

What an unwillingness!

But listening to Nangong Bo's words, Mi Xia's eyes were about to split.

She angrily slashed the fruit knife at his neck a few times, then pulled her sleeve open.

"Look, these are all your masterpieces!"

The layers of new and old wounds were shocking on her delicate arms.

"So, can you offset these scars with a word?"

Mi Xia smiled gloomily and slowly unbuttoned the buttons that had been put on.

There are many scars crisscrossing the clothes, and those kiss marks on the collarbone have not been erased to this day.

"You have given me a lot of things, however, you have deprived me of the most important freedom. ”

Tears kept falling, and her chest was already wet.

Nangong Bo's eyes widened slowly, if it weren't for the painful stimulation of the wound, he almost jumped off the hospital bed.

"You mean...... Did I do all this? I don't remember!"

Mi Xia tidied up his clothes, and the blade gently patted him on the face, the chill was wanton.

"Of course you don't remember, when you do these things, you get drunk, do you know, you get drunk and you become a different person. ”

"Have you ever wondered why I want to leave you so hard? I once said that I want the most ordinary life. ”

Mi Xia's eyes were fixed on Nangong Bo's handsome face, and she couldn't help but be a little obsessed.

Even though he is an alcoholic and a domestic violence, this face is still one of the sources that can attract her.

"And you? You only gave me money!"

Nangong Bo couldn't believe that he had ever done such a thing.

But the layers of scars on Mixia's body that have accumulated over time don't seem to be fake.

He...... Did you really do so many beastly things to Mixia?

Why does he have no memory?

"I haven't done it!"

He frowned, "I don't remember doing these things at all, are you slandering me?"

He remembered the incident with Nangong You's dog mongrel in front of his hospital bed before Mi Xia, and he remembered it clearly.

As for why even her private parts have these scars, could it be because of Nangong You?

There was a voice in his heart that wanted to tell him the truth.

But Nangong Bo didn't want to admit it.

Ever since he found out that he was living in all sorts of lies, he was out of control, and alcohol was his only way out of stress.

I didn't expect ...... After being drunk, he would torture Mixia like this.

"Hehe, I'm a victim, who did this, I still don't know?"

Mi Xia sneered, but put down the fruit knife and took a half step back.

"Nangong Bo, you have tortured me so much, and you still want to use a sentence of 'I don't know' to shirk it so easily, are you still considered a man?"

Nangong Bo said angrily: "You have never told me these things before. ”

"Really...... Didn't you?" said Mi Xia with a faint smile.