Chapter 56 I'm also good at playing basketball
I remember last year, the young master first discovered the sketches drawn by Miss Ning, which were the heroic images of Mr. Gong making various shots.
"Master, I checked. This guy's name is Gong Ye. He's the captain of some basketball team... You know, touching the basketball in school is very popular with girls."
"He's not as handsome as the young master, not as rich as the young master, not as talented as the young master, not as smart as the young master... He's inferior to the young master in every way."
"I've really looked into it. Besides his good looks and basketball skills, he's just an average guy."
"I think Miss Ning likes him... probably because he's good at basketball."
Moss actually lied. Gong Ye was not as useless as he said. He was really afraid of the wrath of the Nanchuan Spyker.
And there must be an explanation——
Because the young master asked him to investigate the reason why Ning Fengsheng liked that man.
Young Master, it’s all my fault, it’s all my fault.
Moss felt a little sad, but then he felt relieved that this was the only thing he said.
Otherwise, wouldn't the young master have more reasons to be crazy and jealous...
Nanchuan Shijue gasped violently and climbed up from the ground.
Pick up the ball rolling on the ground and smash it hard into the basket, again and again.
It seems like he is fighting against fate, and expressing his unwillingness in violence!
Basketball, this thing shouldn't exist in this world!
If there were no basketball, Gong Gou wouldn't play basketball, and Ning Fengsheng wouldn't be so blind as to like him!
"Shengsheng, I'm also good at playing basketball... Why can't you like me..."
Nanchuan Shijue's face was frozen pale by the rain, and his last dunk exhausted his last bit of strength.
The body fell into the accumulated water, like falling into an abyss, falling endlessly.
He clearly remembered the light that suddenly lit up in Ning Fengsheng's eyes when she saw the basketball game in the home theater last year, as if she saw the light of her girlhood dreams through the players - at this moment, what was beating in his chest was jealousy or despair?
"Nanchuan Shijue... I hope you are happy..."
Ning Fengsheng's soft voice rang in his ears.
He curled his lips into a cold smile. Being close to her brought him pain, and being far away from her brought him happiness...
It seems that he is destined to be unhappy in this life.
Before his consciousness faded, he caught a glimpse of the white figure out of the corner of his eye.
She held a goose-yellow umbrella and walked in the misty water. Every step she took seemed to be stepping on his heart.
"Miss Ning, you're finally here. The young master... I really can't persuade him, so I can only rely on you..."
"Nanchuan Hereditary Lord..."
Her voice was mixed with the sound of the falling rain.
When Nanchuan Shijue was completely plunged into darkness, he tilted his head heavily - so that when she ran over, she would not see the falling raindrop from the corner of his right eye.
…
When Nanchuan Shijue was carried back to Meiyuan, he was already unconscious.
Moss thought this was a good idea, as it wouldn't make any noise on the way back...
Six family doctors rushed into the living room carrying medicine boxes and gathered around the bed. They were accustomed to this scene.
Watching them expertly strip off Nanchuan Shijue's stained clothes and analyze his injuries...
It turned out that the orthopedic injury doctor was the one who should stay this time, and the other five doctors left in disappointment.
Ning Fengsheng stood by the bed, twisting the bed curtain with her small hands, looking at the scarred Nanchuan Shijue, her nose sore.
Tears were hanging in the corners of my eyes, about to fall.
"Don't be sad, Miss Ning. They are just minor injuries."
"Minor injuries?" Ning Fengsheng took a deep breath. "His knees and elbows were scraped to a bloody mess. The wound on his abdomen was only stitched up last night, and now it's torn open again... and he got caught in the rain..."
The doctor looked at her in surprise: "Young Master used to be like this often, have you forgotten?"
Ning Fengsheng's throat was choked.
"Every time you make the young master angry, he always comes back covered in wounds." The doctor has begun the treatment skillfully.
The young master is still the crazy young master, but in Miss Ning's eyes, he finally exists.
Ning Fengsheng sat beside the bed, staring at his sleeping face, his words still echoing in his mind.
If he really had nothing to do with Lin Leixi...if all that was fake, and the child was just pissing her off...
They could reconcile and she would never be angry with him again.
"Although it's a minor injury, the wound is severely torn. It looks like it won't heal for at least ten days or half a month." The doctor paused and looked at her and said, "Avoid strenuous exercise if possible. If the wound tears again, it will be difficult to sew up. The flesh will rot! Miss Ning... you should understand what I mean, right?"
Ning Fengsheng's cheeks suddenly turned red.
Nanchuan Shijue was a very lustful man, but ever since their quarrel, he had had few opportunities to touch her.
Now that they had finally reconciled, he had gotten himself into this mess again...
However, Ning Fengsheng was not sure whether they had reconciled this time. He looked... very angry and furious.
"Miss Ning, I can't persuade the young master, so I can only rely on you." The doctor looked serious.
"I understand, don't worry."
The doctor treated Nanchuan Shijue's wound. Ning Fengsheng watched from the side, his heart in his throat.
This idiot, why is he playing basketball with such a serious injury!
How many times have I fallen, how much pain must I have felt...
Ning Fengsheng pulled his hand against his little face, watching him frowning even in his coma, his whole body emitting a violent aura, as if he wanted to grab someone and beat him up in his dream, and he sighed softly.
With his temper, Gong Ye would have died long ago.
It was all because of her that she threatened him with her life several times—
If she touched Gong Ye, she would never forgive him.
When he took out a gun and was about to kill Gong Ye, she even jumped into the bathtub to commit suicide, wanting to die with Gong Ye.
And it was less than four months ago that she did this stupid thing.
It is normal that Nanchuan Shijue has no way to believe her.
…
morning.
"Young Master? Are you saying you want to buy the basketball processing factory in the western suburbs and burn it down?" Why? This basketball factory is fine. How did it offend Young Master?
Just because Gong Ye likes to play basketball, the basketball factory will suffer an unexpected disaster?
"Are you deaf? Or do you want to have your vocal cords removed?" said Nanchuan Shijue in a cold and terrifying voice.
Moss looked at Ning Fengsheng who was sleeping soundly and closed his mouth.
Ning Fengsheng stayed with him the whole night, half-lying over the bed, guarding him for most of the night.
Her long eyelashes drooped, thick and light like wings.
Unable to help himself, Nanchuan Shijue raised his hand and touched the incredibly soft skin.
He was glad that he got out of here before he went crazy last night, otherwise, he would have lost her again.
Ning Fengsheng breathed shallowly and felt a hot palm gently caressing her cheek.
He moved very cautiously, as if afraid of waking her up.
When she raised her head, the hand suddenly disappeared.
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