42. Nam
Nam
Love rises with the wind: with your twilight and four seasons
Anan had 72 brain surgeries, until she finally turned into the kind of doll that Shoesberg wanted. He was a good, submissive, delicate man.
But his interest in the doll didn’t last six months.
When the business partner asked Shuosuke if he wouldn’t mind giving her to him?
He promised.
One.
Annan sat under the window and looked at the door of the villa with her eyes. She watched her lunch from 8:00 a.m., and the nanny who was in charge of her diet hired four or five times. I’m sorry.
I was a close bodyguard who looked after her for the third year, and I didn’t have to protect her, because she barely went out, probably more like a mother who cared for her diet than a bodyguard.
She looked up and looked at me, and her pupils were actually very light, and her skin was white, and black curls grew to the waist, and the whole person looked cold. But she’s not very emotional — I mean, she’s had multiple surgeries in her brain and has artificially removed the ability to feel that part.
It was her first operation three years ago, when she was still a very lively man, with her hands and feet tied to death. On the bedpost, but she struggled too hard, so her limbs were bruised on the edge of a fixed bandage.
She looks at the young family owner of the Xiao family, whose feelings of hatred and despair are filled with the greatest pain and the greatest beauty in her dim eyes.
Many people have seen him with such hateful eyes, but most of them are struggles before death.
But she looked at him so carefully, and then she was very firm, as if she had believed in her life: “I will kill you, Shoesburg, and I will kill you.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know why you made him laugh as if he heard the best laugh in the world.
I was standing outside the door, looking through the glass door in hasty glances, and among a large body of private medical care, the image of Shawsburg remains very unique.
He bowed to the bed of Anan, with a cold, handsome smile on his face, and looked at Anan, who was struggling in his bed, browping down his fingernails, paying attention, and then picking up the bandages handed over by the next person.
He sealed Nam’s mouth in a gentle gesture.
So she won’t say anything to upset him again.
As if he were looking at his most moving lover, stretching out his hand to one side, and he said, “Anan, my beauty, don’t be afraid, when the surgery is done, you will forget all this pain.” I’m sorry.
I heard two words from the nurse, and then I went to 100 degrees, the term first appeared in 1930 and received the Nobel Prize, the first one to treat mental illness.
It’s a cruel way of slashing the cone from the upper edge of the eye into the head, and then stirs up the forehead, so that the patient’s temper becomes better and loses his emotional ability to rise and fall. This treatment was explicitly prohibited for 100 years by the entire medical profession.
But in private hospitals, this technological development has been more skilful, safe, volatile and rich for over 100 years — used to serve some rich people who want to meet special requirements.
I don’t know what this family owner wants, but the first operation failed.
Nam did wake up after the first operation, with her eyes empty and lost, without saying a word for a week, lying still all day — like a fake doll.
Then, on the night of the winter, she opened her eyes silently, and stood up with the covers, and went to the Lord’s bedroom on the third floor of Shoshber, and stabbed him in the heart with a meal knife.
Well, it’s two or three centimeters away from the heart, because the young family owner of the Xiao family has been learning boxing, eight-polar boxing, sparring, juicy, taunting and maga art since he was five years old… Our bodyguards have been whispering about it in secret, and perhaps the whole of us can add up in order to barely even the owner.
He did not believe that Anan would kill him until the end of the day, but he woke up and stood in his way, otherwise he might be the youngest of his dead family.
Later, we put on surveillance and saw Nam walk out of the door in the dark of the night, with thick carpets on the porch.
Following the aisle, she walked through the spinning ladder, went quietly to the third-floor main bedroom, took a moment of silence at the door and then pushed the door gently and gently.
The whole process was extremely calm and cloudy, without any hesitation, as if she were up at night for a glass of water. Then, after his awakening, he was questioned about Anan, and she sat there, sitting in a state of uncertainty and calm, with no emotion in her eyes as a pair of radiant beads, facing directly against his face.
She tried to kill him, even if there was no more mood.
This understanding was undoubtedly a setback for the powerful master of the house, who had given the latest instructions to the entire medical team when he had summoned him to a momentary and careless smile on his face, which was intended to contain the sight a little bit, and lastly, the thunderstorm.
He wanted to remember him, of course, that part of his memory that loved him, to follow him without any doubt, and to be a good boy, to bow to him in full and without any doubt — which sounds impossible, but the family of Shaw has always been so powerful that after not knowing how many surgeries it has become like this.
She remembers Shushberg, but no more emotional fluctuations, she has no sense of her own and is completely dependent on him, and the first thing she opens her eyes every day is to find Shushberg.
She followed him without any doubt, in good manner, in good faith and in full submission to Shuxbau, as the young lord had asked, as a beautiful, inert doll.
Three years later, she was completely bored by the owner who had turned her into this person — the last time he came here was about eight months ago.
But it’s okay, she’s not emotional, she’s not angry and certainly not desperate for pain.
Two.
I sometimes remember the old Anan.
A long time ago, Anan — Don’t get me wrong, it’s just so boring being around a doll, so I sometimes remember things.
We came to Xiao’s house at the age of 5, and together we learned skills at the Xiao’s martial arts field before the age of 12, and the best will be the best bodyguard for the family’s next master. The children were quite numerous, but I knew Anan, and she was picked up by Xiaoxiao when she was 12 years old, and she was brought up to his house.
And after that, she was like a shadow behind Shawsburg — in and out.
It’s true not to be jealous, it’s the same starting point, but she’s got the eyes of the Xiaodong family, and she does… It used to be cold, and it was even more disgusting to stand up with Shawsburg faceless.
When we were 18 years old, we were officially in office, and we began to keep a close eye on what was happening around Shawsberg in every corner. On one occasion, Ad and I stood guard at the door of the villa and saw Anan and half kneeling in front of Shuxbao.
The long, dark curling hair fell to the ground, and she was looking at him with a pair of bare handmade and deep leather shoes.
Her side was very beautiful, like an ice sculpture, when Adrena laughed and hit me on the shoulder, and said, “Hey, Xuebei, have you ever fucked her?” Well, beauty is a fast ticket to power. I’m sorry.
This dirty man, who I was not proud of when I was talking about Ad, but who was always there for him, and I think that Anan went to Shawsburg because she was beautiful and she had no power.
Until one time, a Xiao’s political enemy was found dead after the assassination of Shaw Spock.
I was in charge of this with her, shooting in the city under the bottom of a dead fish net, thunder and thunder, and I escaped from the rain, and by the end I was a muddy man, and the rain was pouring on my body and I was panting.
Then Anan walked through me with an umbrella, not an exaggeration, and she probably didn’t wet her hair, and when she passed over me she looked at me, and smiled softly, and said, “You don’t have enough to eat from the family.” I’m sorry.
Shame on you!
Then I saw her interrogating the political enemy, a simple blade, which, like a fish, swam along the man’s arm’s muscles, cut off a piece of flesh on his arm, she didn’t even move her eyebrow, black eyes and red lips, and she stood there like…
Like roses on a cliff in hell, it’s beautiful to raise your hands.
I was surprised at the suffocation, but I had to admit that she was worthy of Shusbau, and that only such a woman could be worthy of the adornment and means of the handsome family of Xiao.
But the young, handsome and rich family leader of Xiao, of course, is not a very clear man.
To date, Shaw’s family may be traced back to the Ching Dynasty Ocean Movement, and has experienced dozens of homeowners, but none of them like Shaw Sbergh likes to play and control people.
He flirted with any girl like the most loving lover in the world, watching the girl fall a little bit, and he’d throw the girl’s heart away.
Rich people are weird.
I don’t know if he used it on Anan, but Nam does love him.
It’s easy to fall in love with Shawsburg, but he does have a good skin bag and, more importantly, the best IQ and the best family background, especially when he really wants you, and he will slowly break down the lines of your heart and be patient.
For a long time, I thought he was different.
She has been with Xiao Shibo since she was 12 years old, and since then she has not disappeared one day. Moreover, when she was 16 years old, when he was abducted by his family ‘ s political opponents, Anan took two shots for him.
We don’t know how Nam survived, she was shot twice, but she was well protected in the steep forest by a stunned stupor, who fed her own blood and put a good fruit on her tummy before she fell into a deep stupor.
When we found Shoshberg and Annan, it was rare for this heartless, cold-hearted little family to wake up and not to lose him when he was weak. It was probably when he was in his life, when he was holding Nam in his arms, with his dark and tumultuous hair over his pale face, his voice was mute, and he said to the doctor and nurse who came up, “Save her first.” I’m sorry.
Then after that I saw him standing by the bed of Anan in the middle of the night, focused on him, and tenderly delivered Anan’s bellows to the ear, and he gently kissed her in the forehead.
Anan is unique to him, but not unique.
Because six years ago, something happened that I even heard.
Back then, Shushberg seemed to have shown a great deal of interest in a university teacher, but the university teacher, with his sense of restraint and wisdom, had a little inconvenient guess as to his background, so he spent a long time on this university teacher.
Shushberg went out with this teacher several times when it happened that it was my turn to protect him and his companion — and, of course, primarily, his safety — either by my side or by his side.
On one occasion it was raining, and when they came out of the coffee shop by the street, Anan drove to pick them up.
Because it’s raining too much and too fast — the sewage on the side of the road didn’t come out of the sewers, like a hurried river on the city’s bricks.
When Anan came down with his umbrella and asked Shaw to get into the car, the university teacher stood by the side of the road, and then Shaw made him step on Anan’s feet.
I don’t know why it took so long, but I’ve been thinking about it, and it’s probably too much memory.
Arnan was strong, and probably in my memory, she was the red rose, the black-eyed red lips, the brightness of her eyes, the smile of her umbrella, and the way she looked at me, saying, “You don’t have enough to eat from Shaw.” I’m sorry.
It’s disgusting, but you have to admit that she’s strong, and you know that you have to obey.
But that day she stood in the same black umbrella, silently in the cesspit, with a large part of her umbrella tilted over her head, and the storm fell on her, and Nam was silently letting that woman step on her back to get in the car, and I looked at her side of a thin shadow not far away and wondered, what was she thinking at the moment?
3
Then something happened, and it was a normal and normal thing, and it was common in the Xiao family that there was an infighting, a land and a business.
In any case, the university teacher was tied up by his enemy family because of his long and extraordinary interest, and later heard that the rescue was carried out by Anan.
Shushberg’s still interested in something, and nobody’s gonna let him down, so the rescue was a big deal.
The university teacher suffered a little injury and shock and fell into the soft trap of Shawsburg in the following month, was bored and kicked away and never saw him again.
But I haven’t seen Nam around Shawsburg.
Since she was 12 years old, she’s been following him all the time.
I used to joke with others that the shadows of Shoshberg would disappear where there was no light, but Nam wouldn’t. She’s gonna be right behind Shushberg.
Ad told me it was because Nam died.
I was transferred to protect a partner of the Xiao family, but Ad was involved in the rescue of the teacher, a man who swore to me, “You didn’t see it, and when you left, Anan was lying in blood in front of the abandoned factory.” I conservatively estimate that at least three shots were shot and one fatal wound. I’m sorry.
I don’t know why, but I was angry and whispered, and I complained, “Why don’t you say that you’ve been with him for as long as you’ve been with him, and that you’ve been hurt so hard, and he’s carrying that teacher by his side, and he hasn’t even looked at her.” I’m sorry.
He’s kind of upset about Anan, and I warn him, he looks like he’s laughing, he touches his nose: “I’m not just whispering to you. How can I dare to say that?” I’m sorry.
Indeed, it’s a boring and stressful profession, especially for a bodyguard like ours, who is nervous about keeping his mind around his home, and whose nerves are always up and occasionally gossiping is really good for slowing down.
No one’s ever mentioned it again after that.
I didn’t pay too much attention, but it seemed like after three or four months, Shaw took a call in the middle of a busy day, then went to the private hospital at Shaw’s house and brought Nam’s body back.
He held a solemn funeral for Anan, who was buried in a rose bush in his bedroom courtyard, where he was able to see the pure black tombstone of Anan from the third floor and open a window.
For some time after Anan’s death, Shuxuba was completely out of control.
He was fine after the funeral until one day when he went out and used to ask Nam, but came along.
And he looked at him and said: Thou art not Anan. I’m sorry.
The new man had the nerve to return: “Anan is dead, Xiaodong’s house.” I’m sorry.
The man was fed to a wild dog.
He had a special course at the age of 5, called Emotional Management, and he was mean but not angry.
And he’s a self-disciplined man, and he’s never touched the booze or even something that’s more pleasurable.
But that time he was like a completely free beast, as if he had been unable to speak out of his own pain or abuse, and he had done everything impossible.
Ad told me that the Xiaodong family is crazy.
But about a month later, suddenly one morning, he came back to his original state.
I think he probably accepted the fact that Nam died. Everyone thought she was dead.
So three years later, when I saw her again, I was surprised.
I was on a temporary assignment to say that the owner temporarily changed his trip to an apartment in downtown.
I arrived late, on the plain floor of an ordinary apartment, which belonged to that young and handsome working-class mortgage-month house, and the door was opened to thieves, and I first saw Shoesberg through the open door.
He sat on the couch with his legs on him, facing me, and a lighter rolled between his right finger and his middle finger. He smiled nicely, but his young eyes were filled with deep anger.
And he looked at a figure before him, and he kept standing in his place, and said, “Well, well, I never thought that you would betray me.” I’m sorry.
Another young man, who was imprisoned by two bodyguards, had a sad explanation: “Mr. Xiao, Nam has lost her memory, she can’t remember anything, she has not betrayed you. It was I who abducted her in my heart, and ask for mercy, for all her years with you. I’m sorry.
I can’t hear the sound of it. It’s as if they’re a hard life. I didn’t have time to react to it. I saw the smile on his face, and the aim of killing him was to flash his face, and he raised his left hand decisively. The master’s right-and-right hand was shot in the face of the young man in the dark hole, without blinking in his eyes, and pulled the trigger so decisively.
The bullet went through the head and jumped on the iron door next to my face, with sparks and white brains and blood, and I heard a sad cry.
The young man who was killed probably got wind of it in advance, so he locked him in the house and told her to leave.
But the moment he died, Nam ran out of the house.
I’ve never seen a man tear his heart apart like that. It’s a despair from the bottom of his throat, a silent cry that calls into question a monster.
She jumped on the man so I could see her side face.
It’s really Anan.
The three years she had disappeared should have been taken care of well, with a little baby fat on her face and tears all over her face.
She was blind, as if she had no idea what was going on, held the young man in her arms half out of his head, and cried and cried all around him: “Please, please, call an ambulance.
“Aah…”
She shouted as if she didn’t know how to express her feelings.
People lose their ability to think in great grief and helplessness.
And in the dizziness, I saw Shusbau go down next to Anan, and stir up her hair, and smell it in her nostrils, and say to Anan, who cried, “You just forgot. Nam, I’ll remind you that you are the evil woman I raised, stolen by a thief. It doesn’t matter. You won’t be sad until you remember.” I’m sorry.
He then hit him with his hand on the back of Anan ‘ s neck, knocked her unconscious and took her back with his own arms.
Anan lost her memory in that rescue, and her attending doctor, a doctor working at the Xiao’s private hospital, fell in love with her, found a dead woman to steal a beam for a pillar, then took her memory lost and married two people the following year.
She was unwittingly seen by Shawsburg, who then came to the door and killed her husband in front of her, and took him back to her, who had been stolen from her for three years.
4
Nam is known as the Spectacular because of the large swath of her waist.
It was said that Xiao Shibab, on his eighteenth birthday in Anan, drew a little bit of it with his own hand, a little bit of it, and I saw it with a very pretty demon, on her fine waist.
This has made a lot of people jealous.
But this phoenix has been a little miserable these years, and Nam was taken back to the first frontal lobe operation, which was actually to restore memory.
As I said, the masters of the vast conglomerate have never wanted to do anything they could not do.
After a back-and-a-half-a-half-month hindsight and cutting-out of his head, he remembered everything.
When Anan woke up, he looked at him for a long time and said, “If only you had died when I was 16. I’m sorry.
When she was 16 years old, she was shot twice to protect the house of Xiaodong, 19-year-old Xiaoxiao.
Their lives were tied to each other in that holocaust kidnapping, which should also be the beginning of the Shoshberg affair.
But now she says, “It would have been nice if Shaw had died that year.”
The smile on his face came to a bit, and he stood up and looked at Nam for a long time, and he looked as if he was going to kill him, and he said, “You were just stolen, and I will always be the most important in your heart.” I’m sorry.
Nam closed her eyes, and she had no strength, but it was as if her heart had died of despair, and it was disgusting to look at him.
Then the same night, while people were not paying attention, she poured the pins from the canister into the air in an attempt to commit suicide.
Of course not.
It was clear to him that Shushberg, who had always been in good hands, could not accept this outcome, and he did not understand that the first thing that a girl who had followed him for more than a decade was to hate him and commit suicide.
How can a girl who once liked him be so strange?
It’s not because of the hard-hearted family of Xiao Xiao, who suddenly found himself in love with his bodyguard.
He just can’t accept changes in people’s minds.
So Nam underwent the second operation, followed by countless.
So far, 36 times in the private hospital of Shaw’s family, Nam is 37th, and she’s had 72 operations, she’s had 72 operations, she’s had 72 knives, she’s got brain nerves and her forehead removed, and she can only count as a breathing doll.
Oh, she’s only been left part of the talking nerve because when she’s conscious, some of her words upset Shawsburg, so she’s only going to say three words: “Shawsberg.” – God knows how the hospital students do it.
Ad lamented, “How can this be a human being?” I’m sorry.
It doesn’t matter whether she’s human or not. It’s important that she doesn’t go against anyone.
She was operated on until she finally became the kind of good, obedient, with all his heart and all his fine little dolls.
But this doll is not Anan, and most of her brain has been removed, and she has no mood, no ability to react, no ability to think.
She remembers Shaw, who simply can no longer do anything emotional or physical, and who was described as a walking corpse a hundred years ago as having had a lobotomy.
She’s just a walking corpse with only one shell.
What’s the point of a man like that, so I can’t blame Schumper for his hard work and energy, and his interest hasn’t lasted six months.
Yesterday, Ad called me and said that he had heard two words from his family’s partner who had heard that Shaw had made a difficult woman into a dress and that he was interested in the operation, that he had recently seen a strong woman and wanted to do it, but it was not quite certain.
So if you want to see Nam, if you’re so pretty, you want to sleep and accept the results, and ask Shaw if you don’t mind.
What do you mind if a broken doll that’s been throwing away for so long leads to a partner?
So the fat, big-eared, disgusting guy, Jomo, will be treated as a guest for two days and will come to Nam.
At night I sat by Anan’s bed and put her to sleep, and she looked at me with her eyes open on the bed, and she opened her mouth and said, “Shussberg.” I’m sorry.
Let me just say, as usual, “Shussberg didn’t come. Don’t wait. I’m sorry.
She’s closing her eyes.
I took a glass of water from the wake-up cupboard with a steady hand and said to her, “Nam, eat your medicine and then sleep.” I’m sorry.
I handed it all over without shaking my hand, and she looked at me, and I gave her a few pills and she would not ask me why I took so many pills today. She’s a good girl. She’s a fool.
I took more than 20 in a row, and a whole bottle of medicine was clean and clean, so I touched her hair with my hand, and I said, “Be good and sleep.” I’m sorry.
She lay down, closed her eyes and opened her eyes and looked at me without blinking.
And We bowed down, and put our heads over her forehead, and said: Anam, Anam, go on a safe journey. I’m sorry.
Like every time I went on a mission before, she would have stood by an umbrella and looked at me with a smile, and looked at me, and said to me, “Abei, have a safe journey.” The same thing.
I looked at her for a long time and she looked at me as if the light had returned and perhaps I had imagined.
I saw the sadness that was rising in her eyes, and she blinked, and a tear fell slowly down the corner of her eye, and I forgot that she would not suffer — that was probably the tear I shed in her eye.
But she still had no face, just looked at me, opened her mouth and probably called out a name, but she didn’t.
Until she closes her eyes forever, she never calls out that phrase.
But it doesn’t matter. She won’t give me those three odious and repugnant words, “Shouse.”
She’s a relief.
I’m calling Shushberg to report on Anan’s personal account.
In the six months in which he was also interested, I was authorized to report directly to him anything.
But when I called, he seemed to have forgotten who I was.
“Yes, Nam, she seems to have recovered her mind I don’t know, she’s had a whole bottle of medicine and when I found out she was dead…”
“Yes, I’m not breathing, I’ve confirmed, Mr. Shaw, I don’t know. She’s eating a whole bottle of her own… “
“Okay, I’ll wait for you. I’m sorry.
Xiaoxiao was quick to come, and the black windsuit died with his eyebrow, and the decent family of Xiaoxia was ironed with a handsome and decent family.
He was even wearing the wrong two different shoes, and it was so quick.
I wonder if he came so quickly and so nervous because he remembered Anan, who was buried with his own hands, but he was clearly not completely careless.
To the old Anan, the one who knew that he hated him.
I led him to Anan’s bed, when he looked at Anan’s body, and he was stunned, and he had an impudent look on his face and a clear sense of uncertainty.
I stood by him and said something.
My voice was a little small, and he looked down on me and leaned towards me, and asked me, “What did you say? I’m sorry.
And it was at this time that I smiled, and I did not know how fast a man was moving, and the blades that were hidden in his fingernails were drawn from his neck, and I smiled, and I said, “I say hello to you on behalf of Anan and Shechwan.” I’m sorry.
He held his hand over his neck, but it was no longer covered, and the blood was like a moving rose, running from every stitch of his fingertips. He is a handsome, dark, light and incomprehensible eye, full of panic and unbelievably near death.
Look at me like that.
And We looked upon him with glare and groaning, and We said: This is a long story. I’m sorry.
5
Where do we start?
From the age of five, my brother and I were taken to Xiao’s house together with the orphanage, but in the career plan, my brother was sent to practice medicine and I was taken to the Xiao’s arena by myself.
When I was seven years old, I stomped, and at night a little girl who was not much older than me snuck under the bed and stuffed me a bottle of wine, and we kept each other in secret.
She helped me teach my big boy a lesson, and I secretly fed her while she was in prison, and we used to rub each other’s drinks, and we whispered to the coaches.
When she was 12 years old, she was singled out by the young family as a close shadow, and that was the first time I was mad at her.
And in the darkness of the stars, her eyes were very bright and I vowed: “Abe, you are North, I am South, you see the stars, we will always be mutually reinforcing, I have you, and I will never abandon you.” I’m sorry.
When she was 16 years old, she had an accident with Shushberg, and she had taken two shots for him to die. I was not eligible to enter the main house, but had to rush outside the arena and not know her condition.
Later, my brother came to give me his peace — he had already graduated from medical school to practice at the hospital. When he followed the attending doctor into his house, he struck his teacher, where he saw Anan. My brother said, “Don’t worry, she will live.” I’m sorry.
When I was 17 years old, my brother Hechwan and me and Anan went to the top of the mountain to drink and I laughed at my brother and said, “Anan is so loyal to the house of Xiaodong, and his shadow will disappear in the lightless place, but Anan will not.” I’m sorry.
My brother did not take my word, and we turned our heads, and watched him look at this South, and the moon was like water, and the groaning of his eyes was light.
I held my hand on a beer and turned my head over and pretended to know nothing.
She came to see me secretly after her 18th birthday, and we shared a bottle of beer, and she lifted off her clothes and showed me her pretty little tattooed waist.
She smiled sweetly and beautifully, and she asked me, “What does it feel like to like someone? I’m sorry.
And We cried out to her, astonished: “You are mad, that is the future owner of the House of Xiao, and he will not truly love you.” I’m sorry.
She turned her head towards me and smiled at her lips, and she said, “I know Abe, but I want to bet that he’s good and good to me and that life is short, so why not try?” I’m sorry.
I can only put up with all the bitter words of my lips and finally salute her: “I hope you will win, Anan.” I’m sorry.
When I was 20 years old, I had a mission, forced by the Xiao family to rise up against the desperate political opponents, and Anan would not have come. She was the most valued person around Shaw, but she didn’t trust me.
In the storm in the city, she lifted up her left arm and helped me with a bullet, and then moved the umbrella to my head, covering me with the continuous heavy rain, with no concern that it would flow down her own hair.
She looked at me and laughed, and said, “Abei, you don’t have enough skills to eat from Xiao’s family.” “I rubbed the mud on my face and laughed and punched her.
When she was twenty-two years old, she put her foot on her feet, and this was an insult to my heart. I was secretly prepared to kill the teacher. She stopped me on the way and scolded me, saying, “Are you crazy, Abei? That’s Shusbun.” I’m sorry.
And I was angry with her, and I hated the iron without steel, and I looked at her: “Are you not one of them?” He likes you. How can you let other women insult you like that? I’m sorry.
She was pale, but she laughed. She said, “Abei, you don’t understand.” I’m sorry.
I pushed her away.
Also at the age of 22, I heard that she had gone to rescue the teacher, asked her partner to cover for the safety of his partner, and I snuck out to look for Anan, but I was late, and Shaw took the teacher’s back.
I held Anan in my arms, all wounded, and she was forgotten by everyone at the door of that abandoned factory, and she was shot four times in the body, with one wound rubbed in the heart and one shot in the leg.
The left leg was fractured, a rib was broken, the back of the head was hit hard, covered in blood, and I held her in my arms to cover her wounds.
She lifted up her eyelids with blood, and she laughed at me, and the blood went down with her mouth, and she said, “Abid, you have come. I’m sorry.
She looked at the place where Shoesber disappeared, and she said to me, “It’s me who lost the bet and I’m too tired.” If I could, I’d really like to leave him forever and ever. I’m sorry.
This is the first time I’ve seen her cry, she’s in a coma, and I sent her to the hospital.
She was in the hospital for three months, spent her twenty-third birthday, and for the third and a half months, my brother told me that Nam was awake, but that she lost her memory and asked me what to do.
And I remembered the words before her coma, and I took courage, and I looked at my brother, and I said, “Didn’t you always like Nam? Let’s cross the sea together. I’m sorry.
So we found a body similar to Nam’s, and we stole it.
When I was 25, my brother married Nam, and she didn’t know me. And I fear that the family of Xiao will not see them, nor will they dare to see them, but only a few of their eyes. She followed my brother to the movies, and she jumped and jumped, and she had a sugar pickle in her hand, a red face and a little baby fat, very, very pretty, and I thought my brother took good care of her.
They’re happy, I’m happy.
When I was 26 years old, my brother was shot and he took him away, and I secretly burned my brother’s body in the middle of the night with ashes, and I couldn’t cry, and returned to my post at night, and Ad looked me in the red eye and wondered, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
When she was 27 years old, Nam had her first surgery to recover her memory, and at least 12 bodyguards were around, and I couldn’t save her.
And so when she had to undergo the second surgery to remove her forehead, she suddenly stopped all of her struggles, blinking, and the tears came out of her tears, as a result of a mad struggle, where my limbs were stained in blood with a fixed bandage.
I was afraid of being found, so I pressed my hand on the window and called her silently: “Wait for me.” I’m sorry.
She didn’t wait for me, she wanted revenge for my brother, and she was forced to undergo a third operation after the failed assassination, when I was assigned to look after her, and she woke up late at night, and I went to her bed, holding her hand and whispering, “Anan Ananan.” I’m sorry.
She looked at me strangely and blindly, and it took a long time for her to say, “Abei?” I’m sorry.
Every time she had an operation, I had to call her this way until after the 34th operation, no matter how I cried with her hand, no matter how I cried, she looked at me with indifference, and I finally became desperate.
When I was 28 years old, I applied to be transferred to Anan, and Ad was crazy to call me after knowing, and he said, “What kind of man is the owner of the house?” Don’t you see how long he’ll be fresh for a woman? When he’s out of breath, you can look after a woman. I’m sorry.
That’s why I came to protect her.
At the age of 29, my brother’s death day, I had three beers in my hands, and the number of people who supervised her at that time was much lower, and for the first time I let myself get drunk, and I told her a lot.
My brother said we were kids, but no matter how much I said, she just looked at me faceless and said the words “Shouse”.
When I cried, I lifted my sleeves and dried my tears, it was the first time I realized that it was not Nan.
I put an end to the idea of taking her away, and I think that there’s no point in running away. My brother and Anan are gone, but the revenge is still there.
We have to get it back.
But as you know, Shushberg has learned boxing, eight-polar fists, scrambling, soft arts, back fists and maga art from childhood… Not to mention the 24-hour-long bodyguard, I couldn’t hit him, and I couldn’t steal him.
So it’s the most appropriate time…
I’m gambling.
Many years ago, I and my brother went through the sea with a fake body, and Shushberg had a big funeral for the fake, and I hid it in the bush, and I saw him pale, and I kissed the black gravestone.
When I let him get close to him, I smiled and held her hand and put my forehead on her forehead, and I said, “Anan, bless us for winning.” I’m sorry.
She blinked at me, and I took it as a yes.
You see, we’ve lost so many bets, and fate has no choice but to die, but it has never abandoned us.
Isn’t this a bet? It’s enough to win this time.
Mr. Schultz, this man, a man who can’t be seen for life, is covered in blood from his throat. On the ground, he then tried his last filament and looked to Nam in the bed.
The bodyguards outside the door finally found out that there was a panic, and I looked towards Nam with no concern.
She was lying there in peace, laughing at her mouth, and the red dots pointed at my body, and I heard the sound of the gunshots that were ringing, and the pain was intended to spread to my nerves a little bit.
I suddenly don’t know why I forgot to do something a long time ago. I shot in the city.
It was a time of severe beatings, and Anan whispered about why I was so careless and took care of the mayor, and I asked her what she had to do, and she put up with it and laughed, and said, “However, someone put a little firecracker in violation of the law, according to the city’s regulations, the administrative penalty would be fined.” I’m sorry.
I laughed too.
Anan once said that we are mutually reinforcing, that she has me and that she will never abandon me.
I mean, me too, and I will never abandon her.
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Author: Drunk Gold.
Register number: YXX1 GwkAda8FrodpbOs4xdN
Love rises with the wind: with your twilight and four seasons
Twilight Hill Creek. Wait.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
