Rolling in the arms of the paranoid boss

Looking at the man's lonely back, Meng Qingning really wanted to say something to him.

But when she passed by, she was like a wisp of air, unable to touch him.

He shouldn't be overwhelmed, right?
Even if it was for himself, Meng Qingning felt that there was no need for him to do this.

If they were lovers before, it would be fine if they were in love.

But she didn't love him at all before, and even slapped him in the face.

Meng Qingning has been following him.

It was discovered that the man found a tomb for her, and then guarded in front of her tomb every day.

Sunset and sunrise, day after day.

He had three normal meals, but the man's figure became thinner and thinner, and his facial features became sharper.

But he shaved his beard clean and went to her grave in neat clothes every day, and there was never a time when he was unseemly.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with it, and there is no thought of suicide.

But for some reason, Meng Qingning's uneasiness grew stronger and stronger, and she always felt that this was the calm before the storm.

He guards the tomb, she guards him.

A long time passed like this.

One morning, Meng Qingning thought it was just an ordinary day, and still wanted to follow him to the grave.

But that day, Meng Qingning discovered that Wei Jue had prepared a lot of sacrifices.

In the past, when Wei Jue went to the grave, he would bring her something, and there was a meal sharing system, every day, every three meals would not be interrupted.

But the portion is controlled, but today I prepared a lot.

Looking at his busy but thinner figure, Meng Qingning suddenly remembered, oh, today is her death day.

It has been a year since she died.

It turns out that time flies so fast.

He prepared a lot, all of which were her favorite food, not only food, but also many gifts.

Jewelry, dresses, bags, everything she likes.

But looking at these things, Meng Qingning couldn't be happy at all, her inner uneasiness became more and more intense, and she always felt that Wei Jue would do something terrible.

When he was offering incense to her, his thin lips were slightly curled up, and his voice was very soft.

"I used to hear people say that on the anniversary of death, the person who passed away would come back to have a look. I don't know if you will come, if you can see the gifts I prepared for you, and if you will like them. Prepared according to your previous purchase preferences. But I know you are delicate, so I bought you a variety, if you don’t like this one, just choose another one.”

Meng Qingning glanced at the mountain of gifts.

Is it because of this that so many have been prepared?

"It's been a year, I don't know if you're doing well?" The man's voice was very soft, as if it came from far away.

"But I think you are definitely not alone. You can rest assured about the things you are worried about. The person who dealt with you will never come out again in this life. Everyone knows the truth, Ningning..."

Meng Qingning choked for breath.

"At the engagement banquet, I never blamed you. But in the next life, you have to keep your eyes open and stop liking that kind of person, okay? He's not worth it. "

When Meng Qingning came back to her senses, she found tears streaming down her face, she nodded vigorously, but unfortunately the man in front of her couldn't see anything, he was leaning against the tomb, his handsome face was exceptionally calm.

He was probably a little tired from preparing gifts for a day, so when he leaned against the tomb, he closed his eyes.

Occasionally, say a few words to her when you think of something.

It was as if she knew her soul was on her side.

I don't know how long it took, but the man seemed to have fallen asleep without making a sound.

Meng Qingning thought that he might be tired, so he waited beside him.

When the sun was about to set, she thought to herself, he should go back to the house, right?

But today, the man who was sleeping beside the tomb remained silent.

what happened?

Meng Qingning leaned over to look at him, did he wake up yet?

But when she really got close to her, Meng Qingning suddenly realized that the man was not breathing.

She rushed into the house and found a bottle of medicine on the table.

He ate half of the bottle.

She went back to the tomb again. Under the setting sun and dusk, the man was leaning against the tomb with a peaceful face, as if he had found his way back.

Meng Qingning finally couldn't help it, and cried out helplessly and desperately like an abandoned child.

It turned out that he had already planned to go with her on the day of her death.

Because that idiot believed in the saying that the soul will return on the day of death, but how can this be true?The fool, the fool!

My heart hurts like a heavy boulder.

"Ning Ning, Ning Ning."

It seemed that someone was calling her name, each sound more urgent.

Meng Qingning opened her eyes suddenly, and what she saw were bright lights and a handsome face.

The man's brows and eyes were sharp, and his eyes were dark. He looked at her with worry, and his brows were frowning together.

Seeing him, Meng Qingning sat up suddenly and hugged him tightly.

"Wei Jue, don't die!"

He had such a good life and such a bright future, he shouldn't just die like this.

The moment the girl rushed forward to hug him, Wei Jue was stunned.

When he came back from dinner, he found her asleep, worried that she would not sleep well, so he was dealing with work in the room.

Halfway through the work, I heard the girl sobbing like a helpless child.

He got up and called her for a long time before waking her up.

Then there was a sentence, "Wei Jue, don't die."

The girl still had her own unique fragrance on her body, so she hugged him tightly and burrowed into his arms, tears soaking on his shirt.

While sobbing: "You have to live a good life, you have such a good life, you are not allowed to seek death."

The pitiful appearance made Wei Jue a little distressed, but also a little funny.

"What's wrong? Dreamed that I was dead?"

The slightly cold male voice was extremely gentle, with a little pampering, slowly pulling Meng Qingning back to reality.

Meng Qingning slowly backed away, staring blankly at Wei Jue in front of him, his eyes were red from crying, and there were still crystal tears in the corners of his eyes.

She stretched out her hand and poked Wei Jue's face with her fingertips.

It was soft and bouncy to the touch, just after poking it twice, Wei Jue grabbed her slender wrist.

"Don't cry."

He reached out to wipe away the tears from her eyes.

The warm fingertips landed on the corners of her eyes, and Meng Qingning suddenly recovered.

It turns out...it was just a dream.

She stared at Wei Jue in front of her, and looked at his browbones and cheeks, which were exactly the same as in the dream.

No, that's not right, he in the dream is calmer than now, and the masculine breath on his body is also stronger, the current Wei Jue is somewhere between a boy and a man.

But how could there be such a real dream?

So real, as if those things really happened.

After her death, Wei Jue avenged her, punished those two people, and guarded her until her death day, and then died together with her.

Suddenly, Meng Qingning was a little confused,
What I am in now is the real world or the fake world.