It hurts, it hurts!

Xia Cicada Wu touched the back of her neck with a faint pain and opened her eyes, but fell into a pair of deep eyes. For a long time, she was reluctant to move away.

"Feng ......," she called out slowly, her voice trembling with a palpable tremor.

No response.

Leng Feng sat on the sofa not far away, puffing out smoke rings, his brows still furrowed like a folding fan, and his eyes never left hers.

Isn't this familiar face in front of him the person he misses day and night? It turns out that she is not dead, she is really still alive, but she still doesn't want to see him?

As soon as he thought of this, Leng Feng took a breath and finished the cigar that was still half left in his hand.

Extinguishing the cigarette butt, he got up and walked to the bedside, almost without a second of hesitation, he fished her out of the quilt and hugged her in his arms, hugging her tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his heart before he could stop.

"Cicada ......" he called softly, his voice full of tenderness and joy.

Suddenly, he pushed her away, held her shoulders and asked, "You're still alive, why don't you let me know?" Do you know how I've been here for the past eight months? Do you have to watch me die before you are willing, Xia Cicada Dance! ”

At this moment, Leng Feng is like an angry lion, venting his hidden thoughts, sadness, pain and uneasiness to the people in front of him...

After venting, he took her back into his arms and buried himself in her neck, his nose full of her unique body fragrance.

Closing his eyes, the memory gradually drifted back to that day......

One day eight months ago, Leng Feng personally escorted a cargo ship loaded with guns and ammunition to smuggle it abroad and hand it over to the buyer according to the original route.

Unexpectedly, this trip was mixed with another force on the boat, and they wanted to eat black. So two-thirds of the way through the boat, there was a shootout.

In the midst of the confusion, a black gun was aimed at him.

Then, amid the screams of all the brothers, a bullet came to his chest.

The imaginary pain did not come, and the blood still splashed his face.

When he came back to his senses, the figure he knew all too well fell in front of him.

"Cicada, cicada, cicada...... Quick, find a doctor, save her, save her......" Leng Feng hugged the bloody Xia Cicada and yelled hysterically at the people behind him.

Despite the accompanying doctor on the boat, and despite the fact that everyone was busy for three full hours, Leng Feng still watched his beloved woman close his eyes in his arms.

Her last words before dying were: Feng, put down the butcher knife and return to the right path.

After the incident, Leng Feng immediately transferred a private jet, rushed back to Chengfeng City overnight, took Xia Chanwu's body to the Boyuan Mansion, and knelt outside the mansion for two days and two nights.

Xia Boyuan and his wife Wen Shu just calmly took their daughter's body back, and surprisingly didn't say a word to him.

Every day after that, as long as he remembered the scene of Xia Chanwu dying in her arms, he couldn't help himself in pain, so he could only drink desperately, and use alcohol to numb his brain and make himself no longer so painful.

So much so that one day he was admitted to the hospital due to stomach bleeding, and stayed there for more than a month before he got better.

After recovering from his injury, Leng Feng fled from this sad place and went abroad.

Until two days ago, the brothers in China called to say that there were people in the villa where Xia Chanwu used to live, and he was shocked to hear the news.

That villa had already been installed with a specially built temperature-controlled lock, and in this world, except for the temperature in the palms of his own and her hands, no one could open the door of the villa. Now that there are people living in it, it will be......

With the only trace of luck, Leng Feng left for China without stopping for a moment. Sure enough, when the sun was setting, he leaned on the second floor and saw the petite figure......

It doesn't matter how she came back from the dead or what happened to her. For him, as long as she is alive and well, it is enough. But what he still can't figure out is why she was on that ship that day?

Although she knew that he was the leader of a smuggling gang with considerable influence in China, and she once tried hard to persuade herself to abandon the black and turn to the Ming, how did she avoid the layers of security checks on the ship and hide?

If she hadn't been on the boat that day, she wouldn't have had a shootout, and she wouldn't have stood up to block the shot......

Thinking of this, Leng Feng couldn't control his emotions anymore, he grabbed the back of Xia Chanwu's head, and lowered his head to her red lips It was a crazy punishment.

It wasn't until he felt her desperate resistance that he left her red lips, and he was very happy to see her really in front of him at this moment.

"Cicada, you're still alive, it's great, you're never allowed to leave my side again, do you hear!" Leng Feng took her shoulders and hugged her into his arms with satisfaction.

"Feng, you, you let go of me first......" Xia Chan Wu struggled. His embrace, his eyes, everything about him seemed to try to evoke the tenderness in her heart.

"No, I won't. Xia Cicada Dance, don't even think about leaving me one step further in your life! As he spoke, he hugged her tighter.

"Feng, calm down......" Xia Chan Wu still tried to break free from his arms: "We have broken up!" ”

"No!" Leng Feng let go of Xia Chan Dance, broke her body and forced her to look at herself: "Xia Chan Dance, did you say that you would break up if you broke up?" Have you ever asked me if I agree? I'm telling you, I don't agree, a thousand and ten thousand disagree, so you can't even think about the breakup in the future! ”

Joke, his cold woman has easily come back from the dead, but she is bent on escaping from him, is it possible?

"Okay, Feng, I'm really tired, let's talk about it tomorrow." Xia Chanwu helped down the hands on his arms, turned around and slid into the quilt and stopped making a sound.

After being with him for more than five years, how could she not understand his temper?

Some things are not effective if she unilaterally refuses, and about this, it is all because the man she fell in love with is too domineering and too confident.

In his world, unless it's something he doesn't want, he'll turn into a madman who will stop at nothing to achieve his ends.

In fact, midnight has arrived, and it's time to "get out of the car".

If you don't let yourself get out of the way, won't you be tortured by that broken alarm clock again?