Rolling in the arms of the paranoid boss

Seeing her staring blankly at him all the time, Wei Jue became a little more worried.

"Is it uncomfortable?"

Meng Qingning didn't answer, but lowered her eyes to think about what happened just now.

After a long time, she raised her head again and looked at Wei Jue in front of her.

"Am I dreaming now?"

Hearing this, Wei Jue frowned slightly, and then stretched out his hand to pinch her chin: "If you have a nightmare, you may feel lingering fear, and it's normal to react slowly. You sweat so much, drink some water?"

Regardless of whether she agreed or not, Wei Jue turned around and poured her a glass of water.

"Have a drink and feel better."

He pulled her over, let her lean in his arms, and while feeding her to drink water, he took a handkerchief to wipe her sweaty forehead and the remaining tears on her face.

Meng Qingning's chest trembled.

"I won't die."

Hearing this, Meng Qingning paused, raised her head and looked at him.

"You are alive, how can I die? If I die, who will take care of you, a little ghost? Huh?"

That dream was so real that Meng Qingning subconsciously answered after hearing this sentence: "I'm alive, are you alive?"

Wei Jue had a gentle look in his eyes.

"Ah."

The next second, Meng Qingning blurted out, "Then what if I die?"

Will he die with her like in his dream?

Hearing this, Wei Jue was stunned, his expression suddenly became serious, and his voice became more serious.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense." Meng Qingning stared at him, "I'm serious. I just had a dream. I dreamed that I was dead."

Wei Xin missed half a beat, and the strength of holding her wrist involuntarily increased a bit.

"What did you say?"

Meng Qingning lowered her eyes and said softly, "Really, I dreamed that I was dead, and then you died with me."

Her voice was soft, but Wei Jue's mood was greatly disturbed by her words. Because she lowered her head, she didn't notice that Wei Jue's pupils suddenly enlarged countless times.

He looked at the girl with her head hanging in front of her in astonishment.

Is it a coincidence?

Why is her dream exactly the same as what happened in her previous life?
Wei Jue pursed his thin lips slightly, pretending to comfort her easily.

"Dreams are always reversed."

He will not let the things in the previous life happen again, not to mention that with his efforts, this life has already embarked on a different track from the previous life.

But it also caused a lot of changes. He didn't know what kind of changes would happen in this new track, but the only thing he could be sure of was that no matter what, he would firmly guard her.

However, Wei Jue suddenly realized one thing.

"So you cried in your dream because I died?"

"Yeah." The girl nodded coquettishly, she raised her head, her clear and beautiful eyes were watery: "Wei Jue, don't die for me."

Wei Jue tidied her hair, and asked softly, "Why?"

"I do not deserve."

"Ok?"

"I'm self-willed and unruly. The eldest lady has a temper. If I die, I will die, but you can't."

"What does it mean to die when you die?" Wei Jue corrected her with a straight face: "You are not allowed to say such things in the future."

She had already died in front of him once, and he would never allow a second time.

Meng Qingning saw that he seemed to be angry, her lips moved, and she wanted to say something, but was blocked by Wei Jue's words.

"Get up and eat something, then take a shower, the wound has to be remedicated."

Meng Qingning seemed to have exhausted all her strength in that dream, and now she was so lazy that she didn't even want to wake up.

"Wei Jue, I don't want to eat~"

Probably because of that dream, Meng Qingning now relies heavily on Wei Jue, and always feels that he is extremely trustworthy.

If even he can't be trusted, then Meng Qingning really doesn't know who to trust.

"I can't stop eating, eat more or less, if you don't eat, eat something else?"

Meng Qingning thought about it quietly, and suddenly said: "I want to eat fruit plate."

She clearly remembered in her dream there that Wei Jue would prepare fresh fruit bowls for her every day, with five kinds of fruit every day, with sweet and sour combinations, put them on beautiful and delicate plates, and then brought them to her grave.

"fruit dish?"

Meng Qingning nodded: "Well, fruit plate, is that okay?"

"it is good."

Wei Jue rubbed her head, "Wait for me."

He went out, and the room was quiet again.

Meng Qingning lay there, closed her eyes, and the scenes in the dream were still playing back in front of her eyes.

So clear, so real.

Was that a dream, or is it a dream now?

A series of recent events made Meng Qingning feel as if she was living in a big dream.

Otherwise, why was everything she experienced so absurd?

I don't know if Wei Jue in reality is really willing to sacrifice his life for her like what she experienced just now?

Thinking of his face when he died quietly at that time, Meng Qingning let out a very low wry smile, and let out a voice that only she could hear from her throat.

"Fool."

When Wei Jue came out of the room, Wei's mother went up to him nervously.

"How is it? Is Ning girl awake? The meal is cold, do you want to reheat it? No, is she used to eating? Do you want to do it again?"

After what happened in the afternoon, Mother Wei's attitude towards Meng Qingning is even more enthusiastic than her own daughter.

Perhaps it was because she helped Mother Wei let out a sigh of relief and saved face.

Or maybe she felt guilty because she misunderstood that people were here to obtain resources.

"Don't be busy, I'll just come, you go to rest early."

Because there is no spare room in this house, every time Mother Wei comes, Wei Jue will take the initiative to give her the room and sleep on the sofa by himself.

But now he is not the only one living in the room, so he can only temporarily clean up Xiaopang's room.

Poor Fatty just moved back not long ago, and has to live back again.

Seeing Wei Jue like this, Wei's mother probably wanted to do it herself, so she nodded without saying anything.

"Okay then, I'm going to rest."

Wei Jue went downstairs to buy fruit, then went back to the house to wash the fruit, peeled and cut into pieces.

He does these things very skillfully.

In his previous life, he made such a fruit arrangement countless times.

Meng Qingning waited for an unknown amount of time before Wei Jue opened the door and entered.

In fact, she didn't hold out much hope, she always felt that Wei at night would never agree to such an unreasonable request of letting her eat a fruit plate.

But when Wei Jue really brought in the fruit plate, Meng Qingning still couldn't believe it.

"Did you really cut it?"

"En." Wei Jue sat down beside her, Meng Qingning recovered for a long time, and sat up voluntarily.

But when she saw the extremely familiar fruits arranged on the plate, Meng Qingning froze in place.

How could this be?
This fruit garnish...

It's actually exactly the same as that of Wei Jue in her dream!
Meng Qingning's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Could it be that what she dreamed was the whole story after her death in her previous life?