Chapter 241

Mu Jingcheng turned his head and looked at it. His eyes were stabbed by the strong light. It was very painful.

But even so, she still saw the man standing in the strong light, he was so tall, so great, his whole body was shining with the same golden light, which made her Yearning!

"Orange..."

Finally, the man opened his mouth, but his voice was not Qu Shaochen, what he called was not the fool she had been used to, nor the wife he thought of, but orange

The name that belongs to another man.

It belongs to her and his childhood memory!

"Brother Yao..." Mujing orange finally cried out, but this also used up her last bit of strength, and then fell to the ground along the wet and hard stone wall.

"Orange..." Nangong Yao rushes over immediately, but even if he uses the fastest speed, he still can't hold her before Mujing orange falls to the ground.

He picked her up in chagrin. In the dark, besides being cold and damp, there was a strong smell of blood. He closed his brow slightly. But when he came to the strong light, Nangong Yao found that Mujing orange's forehead and face were covered with blood. Even her hands were covered with wounds and blood stains. At this moment, his heart hurt like a knife Come on.

"Mr. Nangong..." Outside the entrance of the cave, two policemen looked at his dark face and looked at the woman in his arms with some worry. The woman Nangong Yao called illegal imprisonment frowned tightly, "quick Send it to the hospital.

Nangong Yao's steps stopped.

Outside, the sun was shining, but the woman was cold; the people in the district were bright, but she was bloodstained!

At this moment, no matter how good his psychological quality is, he can't suppress his anger.

"Sooner or later, Nangong Yao will step down your district!" He fiercely stares at the district Jingxuan who comes after hearing the news, and his eyes are full of murderous spirit. "Tell the district Shaochen that I will let him and the district family pay back the pain he suffered!"

With that, holding Mujing orange in their arms, they turned and walked out in the panic

I don't know how long I've slept, but mu Jingcheng struggles to wake up from his evil.

Open your eyes, it's still dark.

A heart fell again with a bang.

It turned out to be a dream

A dream I've never had in my life!

She thought her brother Yao had come to save her like a treasure, but in fact Nothing there?

Think of the struggle before, think of the fear in the heart, this moment she was unusually quiet. Quietly waiting for death, waiting for the moment of losing heart.

What help, what Nahuo, are all left behind by her. At the moment, the only thing she wants to do is to be quiet

Quietly waiting for everything to come! Tqr1

but when she gently closed her eyes and was ready to die, a voice came from her ear, a familiar man's voice, "wake up?"

The voice is soft as in a dream, but it's real.

Mu Jing Cheng opens her eyes, but suddenly finds that her surroundings are not as dark as she imagined, even brighter than before she just closed her eyes.

At least She saw her brother Yao!

Is That's not a dream?

"If you feel tired, just go to sleep. I'll be here with you!" Nangong Yao looked at her slightly confused eyes and thought that she had not woken up, so her voice was lighter, "I'm here, don't be afraid, sleep..."

"Brother Yao?" Mu Jingcheng's eyes widened, and she looked at the man beside her in surprise. Her voice was full of doubts, "this Not a dream? "

Nangong Yao looked at her inquiring eyes and gently nodded her head.

He knew that she was afraid, afraid of that place, afraid that she would still be there when she woke up, and even more afraid that her appearance was just an illusion. Because of this, his heart is more painful and stuffy.

"It's not a dream!" Nangong Yao looked at her with soft eyes. The corners of his lips raised slightly. His voice said, "it's me! Your brother Yao

Mu Jingcheng looked at him, but he didn't know how to shed tears.

"Don't cry!" Nangong Yao gently wiped away her tears. Her heart hurt like a knife. But there was no change on her face. She just looked at her more deeply and more intensely. "Brother Yao is here, and no one will bully you again!"

With brother Yao, no one dares to bully you!

Don't be afraid, brother Yao will accompany you!

It's OK. Brother Yao is here. I'm not afraid of anything!

For a moment, memories of childhood appeared in Mu Jingcheng's mind like a movie. No matter when, no matter what happened to her, as long as there is her brother Yao, she can't stand the injustice.

And now It's still the same.

Looking at the girl who was drowned in tears, Nangong Yao breathed heavily, then held her in his arms, "cry, just cry..."This sentence is like the valve of flood. Once it is opened, it will be out of control.

Mujing orange cried out, like to put the heart of the grievance, body injury all cry out in general, crying hard. She had never cried so much in her life. Even when her father died, she didn't feel so painful in her heart.

For a long time

Maybe I'm tired of crying, or maybe I've figured it out. The cry of Mu Jing orange is getting smaller, and the shaking voice is no longer so obvious, but the tears are still like broken beads, falling down one after another.

Looking at such a Mujing orange, Nangong Yao suddenly felt guilty and remorseful.

He suddenly thought that if he took her away before that, maybe She won't be hurt!

As a result, he hated himself even more!

Hate their indecision, think about it, even hate their own protection of her. So, he secretly made a decision in his heart. Next, no matter how mu Jingcheng opposed, he would take her away!

You have to leave!

"Are you better?" Nangong Yao looks at her red eyes and asks painfully.

Mu Jingcheng wiped away the residual tears, looked at the pale ceiling and breathed heavily. After a few seconds, he lowered his head to see Nangong Yao, "much better!"

"Would you like something to eat?" Nangong Yao looks at her carefully. I don't know if she can eat anything in such a mood.

Mujing orange did not answer, but looked around, "where is this?"

"My house!" Nangong Yao pulled down the corner of his lip, "I'm sorry to bring you here now."

Mujing orange pulled her lips like him, but she found that she couldn't laugh at all. Looking at the heavy curtains and the dark bedroom, Mujing orange opened the quilt and got out of bed, "it's too late, I..."

Just then, Nangong Yao's mobile phone rang.

He pauses, turns around to get his mobile phone, but when he sees the three words "Shaochen" on the caller ID, his brow can't help wring, "sorry, I'll take a call..." Then he turned and went out.