Pain... It hurts......

Jiang Xiaonan waved his hands and struggled desperately.

She never thought that one day, it would be her little brother who made her feel so painful.

She was so uncomfortable that her whole body felt like she was on fire.

There is also a kind of pain, the pain of crashing into it all at once.

Her heart also hurts, and she dreams that someone is tying her limbs tightly.

And the little brother, holding a sharp scalpel, approached her step by step.

She couldn't move, so she watched as he took the scalpel and burrowed into her chest, slowly digging out her heart.

That heart hides a lot of her little secrets that no one knows.

That heart was shattered by someone one by one, without mercy.

Jiang Xiaonan was sweating profusely and soaking his clothes.

But immersed in nightmares, she could only struggle in pain, and no one could whisper in her ears to wake up her nightmares.

In the second half of the night, Jiang Xiaonan burned even more dangerously.

Perhaps her vitality was too strong, and it wasn't until the afternoon of the next day that Jiang Xiaonan finally woke up.

She sat up from the bed, walked into the bathroom, and saw herself like a female ghost.

She couldn't help but touch her face, tilt her head, and sneer.

Jiang Xiaonan, if you died here last night, would anyone know?

Don't cry, it's useless to cry.

It's not a big deal, you don't need to look for death and life, who will you show your affection?

She took a shower, cleaned herself up from head to bottom, and finally felt like a person.

Coming out of the guest house, the sun had not yet set.

She looked at the warm sun, and finally had a trace of warmth in her heart.

For two days and one night, Jiang Xiaonan drank a bowl of porridge and had a high fever, as if all the strength in her body had been burned up.

Jiang Xiaonan touched his wallet, and the rest of the money could barely last until his salary.

She really didn't want to go home, and she didn't know when her mother would be there.

Alone at home with Ma Min, she felt that she might as well sleep on the street.

A luxurious and low-key black car drove past Jiang Xiaonan, and the car stopped suddenly.

Suningyan was about to go to see Su Shijie, but saw Jiang Xiaonan on the side of the road, walking as a person, looking a little floating, as if he was sick.

Ning Yan hurriedly got out of the car and walked over, "Xiao Nan, is that you?" ”

Jiang Xiaonan heard someone shouting to herself, thinking it was an auditory hallucination, she turned her head, but saw Suning Yan.

"Mrs. Zhuo..."

Ning Yan couldn't help but laugh when she heard Jiang Xiaonan's Mrs. Zhuo, "Xiao Nan, in fact, I'm a little older than you, you can just call me Ning Yan." ”

Jiang Xiaonan shook his head, how respectful is Suningyan's identity?

And recently heard that her biological father is also the head of the famous Feng family in Jiangcheng.

"You're the president's wife, and I... I don't dare ......."

Ning Yan saw that her face was really bad, and couldn't help but reach out and touch her forehead, "Xiao Nan, are you uncomfortable?" ”

Jiang Xiaonan looked at Ning Yan's concerned expression, and his nose felt a little sour.

She just once gave her a little kind reminder, and she didn't expect that she would be so good to herself.

She exhaled, "I had a bit of a cold, took medicine, and now I'm fine." ”

Ning Yan looked at her and thought of her days in a foreign country.

Sometimes, when someone is willing to lend a hand and help you, it can get you through a difficult time.

She took her hand, opened the car door, and pushed Jiang Xiaonan in.

Jiang Xiaonan wanted to get out of the car, this car, at a glance, knew that it was very expensive.

"Mrs. Zhuo, what are you doing here? Get me out of the car. ”()

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