Mrs. Nan's Hidden Marriage Daily

Chapter 567 Lu Qiyou is Dead (7)

White and blue school uniforms, everyone on campus has childish smiles on their faces.

A boy of fifteen or sixteen, holding a cup of warm milk in his hand, was pacing back and forth at the gate of the school. Glasses with white frames were worn on his face, making him look very elegant and noble.

Suddenly, seeing the girl coming out, the boy happily ran over and handed the milk to the girl.

The girl took it happily, but the cup, which was clearly still milk, suddenly turned into a gun in the girl's hand.

"Ah—" The girl threw away the things in her hands, and with the sound of the gun falling to the ground, the sound of the gun also rang out at this moment, and the boy had already fallen in front of her, his face covered in blood.

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"Lu Qiyou!!" Mo Fei woke up suddenly from the bed, sweat and tears covered his head and face, Nan Fengxiao looked at her pale face with a dark face.

Seeing her wake up, Nan Fengxiao immediately walked over and sat down beside the bed.Mo Fei immediately threw himself into Nan Fengxiao's arms and hugged Nan Fengxiao's neck tightly.

"How is he?" Murphy asked hoarsely, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Dead!" Nan Fengxiao's cold words made Murphy completely collapse.As soon as Mo Fei pushed Nan Fengxiao away, he was about to pull off the quilt and get out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Nan Fengxiao used all his patience to follow behind Mo Fei, looking at her limping figure, his handsome face was tense.

The moment Mo Fei opened the door, Nan Feng Xiao suddenly grabbed Mo Fei.

"Nan Fengxiao, I killed him, I killed Lu Qiyou!" Mo Fei lay limp on the ground, crying and blaming himself.

Nan Fengxiao squatted down and hugged Mo Fei from behind. Mo Fei leaned his head on Nan Fengxiao's chest, crying heartbreakingly.

"It's not your fault. He committed suicide by himself. We have no responsibility." Nan Fengxiao said in a low voice, kissing the tears on Murphy's face with his thin lips.

Murphy hooked Nan Fengxiao's neck and cried even harder.

Nan Fengxiao hugged her lovingly, patted Mo Fei's back lightly with his big hands, his face was heavy.

Murphy didn't know how long he cried until he couldn't cry and even his feet were numb.

Nan Fengxiao picked up the sobbing Mo Fei, went straight back to the bedroom, and gently put him on the bed.

Mo Fei grabbed Nan Fengxiao's neck and refused to let go. He stared at Nan Fengxiao pitifully, with red eyes.

"Don't go, I'm afraid!" Murphy's voice was already hoarse, and his face was as pale as white paper.

Nan Fengxiao lowered his head and placed a soft kiss on Mo Fei's forehead, comforting him, "Hey, I'm not leaving!"

Only then did Mo Fei lie down in peace of mind, and kept holding Nan Fengxiao's hand, looking at the ceiling, "Nan Fengxiao, Lu Qiyou's death—"

"His death has nothing to do with you." Nan Fengxiao directly interrupted Mo Fei, pinched Mo Fei's chin, made her face to face with him, and said sharply: "He committed suicide. You don't understand what suicide is? Don't Put all the blame on yourself."

"But--"

"No but." Nan Fengxiao yelled at Mo Fei angrily, "Lu Qiyou should have died a long time ago. If I hadn't lost my memory and knew that he did so many things behind his back, I would have killed him too."

Nan Fengxiao didn't hide anything, he just said what was on his mind.

Mo Fei raised his nose and his lips were pale and dry. Seeing this, Nan Feng Xiao suddenly lowered his head and kissed Mo Fei's lips as if lost and found, tossing and turning very gently.

(End of this chapter)