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The courtyard of the winery was brightly lit at the moment, and the servants hurriedly passed the green iron fence, and a black and quiet Ford drove in.

In the back seat of the car, Hua Manyi was hugged by someone, her whole body was cold and her blood was gone, "Mother Gong...I'm so cold...It hurts..."

"I know, don't lean in the back seat." Gong Yan hugged him tightly, his usual lazy expression changed, revealing a trace of upset in his solemnity, the hand stroking Hua Manyi's back was stained with blood, thick and pungent The bloody smell filled the entire cavity of the car.

"Hua Manyi, you will be fine."

As soon as the car stopped, Hua Manyi was hugged into the room, followed by several foreign doctors who immediately put on gloves and entered the state.

"This bullet/bullet has already penetrated into the bone." Warnerson said with a heavy face, "Need a dose of anesthesia first."

Gong Yan helped her unbutton/dress, just unbuttoned a few buttons, one hand suddenly grabbed her tightly, it was Hua Manyi, she looked at Gong Yan trembling with cold sweat, endured the pain, and said with difficulty, "I don't want to fight." anaesthetization."

"Why?" Gong Yan narrowed his eyes, his red lips pressed a trace of disbelief, "Hua Manyi, you can't bear this kind of pain."

"I can," Hua Manyi grabbed her hand even tighter, looking at her greedily in her blurred vision, "I want to try what kind of pain it is."

Can it withstand the pain of seeing how nice she is to Jiang Yin? Today she knows that she will not only send flowers to Jiang Yin, untie the necklace, go to the party together, but also go to protect Jiang Yin without hesitation.

"Hua Manyi, don't make fun of your miss, okay?" Gong Yan looked at Hua Nasen and nodded.

"Then let me die!" Hua Manyi's eyes turned red suddenly, her throat hoarse and hoarse, and she pushed the person away with all her strength, "I'm not some kind of delicate lady, I'm just me, Hua Manyi."

Is it because in her eyes, Hua Manyi is always so fragile, coquettish and precious? Is it because she thinks that she is still aloof and aloof without the Hua family?

Gong Yan was stunned.

Jiang Yin stood aside with a worried face, and couldn't help but speak out to persuade, "Miss Manyi, you should get anesthesia, otherwise it will be difficult for the doctor to get the bullet out for you."

"You blocked the bullet for Ah Yan, she will definitely not ignore you..." Jiang Yin couldn't help but said again.

"I was just accidentally shot. Who said it was because of her?" Hua Manyi glanced at her indifferently, blinked, trying to shed tears back.

"This...why are you so stubborn..." Jiang Yin didn't know what to say, so she had to turn her gaze to Gong Yan, "Ah Yan..."

The atmosphere fell silent, and Hua Nasen stopped holding the canister, "Mrs. Gong?"

Gong Yan looked deeply at the stubborn woman in front of him, seeing her face getting paler and paler, but refused to let go.

In the end, she had no choice but to retreat, and ordered, "No anesthesia."

……

The cheongsam on the upper body was cut open, revealing the frail white shoulders, leaving only a thin belly/pocket tied around the neck.

The cold tweezers were dipped in alcohol and smeared on the wound, causing bursts of sharp pain. When the scissors were burned to cut the flesh, Hua Manyi almost passed out, holding something tightly in her hands, as if to Can divert attention.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, wet the broken hair between her forehead, she stared blankly at the bed board, her back felt cold, when the bullet/bullet was clipped out, her lower lip was bitten to bleed.

From the beginning to the end, she, Hua Manyi, really managed not to cry out in pain.

Warnerson was packing utensils and utensils, and a large basin of bloody water and a large amount of blood-stained cotton were brought out for disposal.

"Madam Gong, I'll go out first."

"Ah."

Gong Yan looked at the woman who had already bandaged up and passed out on the bed with complicated eyes.

In the spacious European-style living room, Western paintings are silently hung on the wall, and the half-person-high copper-colored phonograph speaker is in the shadows, chilling and icy.

When Uncle Fu saw someone coming out of the room, he immediately went forward to report, "Madam, Feng Wu has been arrested. Director Zhao said that he is very satisfied with this gift, and let me tell you that he will visit you at another day."

Gong Yan sat on the sofa, leaning on the armrest with one hand. There was no surprise in his expression. Instead, he closed his eyes solemnly, not knowing what he was thinking, "I see, you take Jiang Yin to the guest room to rest."

Jiang Yin walked in front of her, even though there was no blood on his face, he smiled firmly and shook his head, "Ayan, I'm fine, I'll be with you."

What happened today was also a thrilling experience for her, and her heart palpitations.

"Jiang Yin, go back to your room and let me be quiet."

A sentence mixed with rejection made Jiang Yin's hand stop in the air, Jiang Yin bit her lip, curled up her fingers angrily, said "OK" and followed Uncle Fu downstairs.

"Help me turn off the lights in the hall, just leave a small light on."

Uncle Fu was about to go downstairs, when he suddenly heard such an order, he was stunned for a moment, thought it was because of the glare, so he didn't think about it, raised his hand and pressed the Baccarat crystal lamp in the hall, and turned on a dim oily yellow lamp next to it. light, "Yes, ma'am."

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, a few faint stars flickered in the ink-splashed night, and under the shady curtain was a wide winery compound with sparse flowers and trees, and a few early spring insects chirping.

A cluster of red flames suddenly lit up in the living room, lit a cigarette with a golden holder, and the red light suddenly went out, leaving only mottled sparks at the end of the cigarette.

The curling smoke spread out in the living room, and the woman's face gradually appeared in the smoke, with prominent browbones and red lips darkening in the dark night, and Ruifeng's eyes, which had always been lazy, fell into a kind of difficulty at this moment. In the emotion of speaking.

At this time, cigarettes did not have the calming effect of the past, but continued to fuel the inexplicable thoughts.

If he hadn't chosen to break his face with Feng Wu at that time, wouldn't anyone have been injured?

I thought I would be able to retreat completely, but in the end...

As soon as Gong Yan closed her eyes, the image of that originally bright little face suddenly turning pale suddenly appeared in her mind, entwined in her mind like a nightmare, she still couldn't understand the woman's thoughts, she was still half a year old, a little older How could he have the courage to risk his life to stand in front of her Gong Yan in the midst of gunfire?

The pendulum on the wall was swinging little by little, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, and there were a few more cigarette butts in the ashtray in the living room.

In the room, Hua Manyi's long hair was spread on the pillow like a waterfall, the broken hair between the forehead drooped down, and the sweat was sticking to the temples, the beautiful white and tender jaw was exposed, and the small face the size of a palm always made people think of The moist and smooth Tian Yu was obviously so hot that his face was flushed, but his mouth still kept crying cold and thirsty.

"water……"

There was the sound of gurgling water in the silent air, and the dull clicking sound of high heels stepping on the heavy floor.

"Hua Manyi, get up and drink water."

A tall and graceful figure sat by the bed under the moonlight, helped the person on the bed up, and intentionally avoided the wound with his hands, and landed on Hua Manyi's waist that he could not fully grasp.

Looking at the black and superior head with eyes closed, her face was not as bleak as before when she was injured, and she recovered a little blood, holding a water cup and drinking hot water tirelessly like rain after a long drought, Gong Yangui rubbed her waterfall like With black hair, there is a delicate and shiny texture in the palm of your hand.

The thin lips parted slightly: "Drink slowly."

A few seconds later, the water glass was empty, but the person was still thirsty, Gong Yan frowned and was about to stand up and pour another glass of water, but unexpectedly, the woman on the bed turned her body around, hugged her waist/body, and buried her head in her chest.

Gong Yan was stunned, thinking that the woman just lacked a sense of security and was just afraid, so she put the water glass on the bedside table, and was about to put her arms around her and pat her shoulders to comfort her, when suddenly she was slapped twice on her chest.

"..."

With her thin arms wrapped around her neck, a rush of force came through the fabric of the cheongsam, Gong Yan frowned more and more, she didn't really want to think about a certain aspect.

The next moment, a "Mommy" that was as thin as a mosquito faintly floated into her ears, and she had to think more about that.

"Hua Manyi." Gong Yan's eyes were slightly cold, and she slightly pushed her head away, with a hint of annoyance on her red lips, "Don't do something you will regret."

The woman on the chest stopped moving, and took a few deep breaths, as if she was trying to identify something, her head stopped arching, her hands climbed up, and while she raised her straight nose, she sniffed along someone's neck. "Well...it's not Mommy...it's Mama Gong..."

Gong Yan was a little relieved in her heart, but she didn't realize that the beautiful figure in front of her was already kneeling beside the bed, with her hands resting on her shoulders to stabilize her overwhelmed body, her head drooping slightly, as if she was still in a coma Trembling slightly, her bloodless lips smacked and smacked twice in the darkness, and thin pale hands caressed the woman's cheeks from her shoulders.

Gong Yan felt two patches of ice on both sides of his face, and finally felt that something was wrong, raised his eyelids, frowned, and scolded coldly, "Hua Manyi——"

All the tail sounds behind were swallowed up.

The disorganized kiss/skill is like a green fruit that has not been picked yet, but it is full of brute force, sucking/taking thirstily, as if to get something from her.

The frosty moonlight by the window diffused in and shone on the corner of the head of the bed. A woman with only a belly/pocket on her upper body was kneeling by the bed. Her slender waist was faintly visible under the long hair like a waterfall, like suet cream jade. The skin seems to exude a blood-like aroma...

There was a lingering call in the air, "Hua Manyi..."