Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

The young master was silent for a few seconds, turned around, and hugged her shoulder vigorously: "I won't die, my parents haven't avenged me yet, don't worry."

The young master patted her on the shoulder, pushed her away, and resolutely boarded the plane.

Mu Ying hardly thought about it, and followed him into the helicopter.

The young master got angry at her: "Mu Ying, you go down."

"I do not!"

The young master didn't say anything to her, just grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the cabin.

"Don't follow me any more."

After finishing speaking, the young master turned and walked towards the helicopter.

She expected that the young master would not let her follow, so when the young master turned to leave, she grabbed the young master's hand again.

"Master, if you don't come back, Ah Ying will never see you again, can...can you kiss me once."

Not when the young master was drunk, nor when she was drunk, but on the premise that they were both sober, she wanted the young master to kiss her once.

Maybe for the last time too.

And when she thought that this might be her farewell to the young master, tears and rain mixed together and flowed wantonly on her face.

She stared closely at the young master's eyes and waited.

She saw the shock on the young master's face, he frowned, neither turned around nor came to kiss her.

Mu Ying didn't know what the young master was thinking, she just desperately needed this kiss, so she had to ask again in a begging tone: "It's just a kiss, can't you, less..."

Before she finished speaking, the young master had already come in front of her. He hugged her waist with one hand, pulled her into his arms, hooked her neck with the other hand, and kissed her lips.

He kissed her deeply, kissed her hard, without the slightest perfunctory, and he didn't seem to have the slightest dislike for her, at least he didn't show any dislike.

They just stood in the pouring rain, on the helipad of the helicopter, with the raging tide and deafening thunder in the distance.

But they didn't seem to feel it. They kissed passionately, like rain after a long drought, like an oasis in the desert, like a pair of lovers who are about to say goodbye.

If this kiss was not requested by Mu Ying, she would have wondered if the young master was in love.

Mu Ying wanted to remember the feeling of this moment, the touch on the young master's lips, the taste in his mouth, and the feeling of being held in his arms and kissed passionately.

She also hopes to prolong this moment indefinitely.

But no, she has to go.

Mu Ying took out the anesthetic needle she carried with her and stabbed it into the young master's neck.

The young master left her lips and looked at her in disbelief.

"Aying, how dare you..."

The young master didn't continue, he staggered back, he shook his head vigorously, but obviously he couldn't resist the effect of the medicine.

She hurried forward to support the young master, and slowly let him sit on the ground.

"Master, don't blame me, I can't watch you die. So I will go find Xiao Jiu for you. If Gu Hanye doesn't arrive, I will take Xiao Jiu to the helicopter and bring her back safely. If something happens to me... please don't forget me too soon, Master."

The young master frowned, there was anger in his eyes, and it seemed that he also felt distressed, but his eyes were becoming slack.

Soon, the young master lost consciousness, Mu Ying wiped away her tears, called Geng Chi, and asked him to come and take the young master away.

Afterwards, Mu Ying personally drove the helicopter and flew to the small island where the signal was sent by herself.