Chapter 119 Kiss Me
Fu Beicheng closed his eyes sadly. The door was pushed open again. He suddenly opened his eyes and was stunned when he saw Ning Xin coming in.
The color on his face returned a little, and Ning Xin asked unhappily, "Is he dead?"
Fu Beicheng looked at her, his eyes lingering on her, and pointed to the table not far away, "Where is the medicine?"
Ning Xin took the medicine and looked at the words on it, "What kind of medicine is this? How many pills should I take?"
"Two tablets." Fu Beicheng didn't say what it was for, and Ning Xin was too lazy to know.
Ning Xin poured some water and gave him the medicine. Fu Beicheng slumped in the sofa, looking very weak. His deep eyes looked a little moist, and he raised his hand tremblingly.
Ning Xin frowned, "Open your mouth."
Fu Beicheng did as he was told. Ning Xin stuffed the medicine into his mouth and then poured the cup of water into his mouth, being as rude as possible.
Fu Beicheng watched her series of actions quietly, and Ning Xin turned around and wanted to leave.
Fu Beicheng suddenly let out a low groan. She turned around and glared at him. She saw that Fu Beicheng's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his veins were bulging, his breathing was heavy, his face looked ugly, and he looked extremely uncomfortable.
Ning Xin sat down next to him and nudged him, "Are you okay?"
Fu Beicheng's voice was hoarse and filled with unbearable restraint, his lips pale as a bloodless dust, "Xinxin, can you help me?"
Ning Xin asked unhappily, "How can I help?"
"Are you willing?" Fu Beicheng's voice was weak.
"Stop talking nonsense and speak." Ning Xin was on the verge of going berserk.
"Kiss me and I'll be fine."
Ning Xin stood up immediately after saying this, but Fu Beicheng on the sofa quickly hugged her and said in a trembling voice, "Don't go."
Because of his unstable body, she fell into the sofa with him. She was on top and he was on the bottom, and the posture was extremely awkward.
Fu Beicheng was breathing heavily, and the loose hair on his forehead was a little wet with sweat, which made him look a little weaker, a little different from his usual arrogant self.
"Let me go." Ning Xin gritted her teeth. The man was so weak, but his arms were so strong that he held her tightly.
"If you don't want to kiss me, let me hold you for a while." Fu Beicheng's voice rarely contained a hint of pleading, and Ning Xin was stunned.
The man placed his big hand on the back of her head and pressed her against his chest. In her ears she could hear the sound of his strong heartbeat, each one powerful and rapid.
The man's arms tightened, as if he wanted to rub her into his body. Feeling the complex emotions of sadness and satisfaction in him, Ning Xin felt a strange feeling in her heart.
Something came to mind, and a deep sense of guilt welled up in her heart. She wanted to get up, "Okay, I have to go."
Fu Beicheng was like a child who had tasted sweetness and was reluctant to let her go. "Hold me for a while longer."
"Don't push your luck." Ning Xin struggled and tried to grab his hands, but her feet were clamped by his long legs, leaving her to flutter. Fu Beicheng suddenly let out a muffled groan. Ning Xin looked up and saw the man's strange expression.
There was a moment of silence. Realizing that something was pressing against her, Ning Xin couldn't believe it. She raised her hand and slapped him, "Shameless! Let me go."
Fu Beicheng's face was knocked sideways, his breathing became heavy, his deep eyes were dim and unclear, and his voice was low, hoarse and restrained, "Don't move, Xinxin."
Ning Xin froze, "You...let me go."
The man didn't move and held her greedily.
Ning Xin was furious and pinched his chest hard. Fu Beicheng stared at her with his deep eyes, like a wolf staring at its prey in the dark night, ready to strike. His eyes were as watery as a deep pool, bottomless, as if it could absorb people.
Ning Xin pushed him, but he didn't give in to her in the end. He just stared at him. Fu Beicheng opened his thin lips and said, "Xinxin, can you not marry him?"
Ning Xin was silent. Didn’t he swear that he would not let her marry Lin Ruiyang? Who was he pretending to be so pitiful for now?
"I like..." Her lips were covered by his big hands. Fu Beicheng didn't want to hear the words of liking him from her mouth again. It would really hurt.
On the other side, Gu Mingjue handed Lin Ruiyang to his assistant, who sent him back to the hotel. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Ning Jia walking out in a bathrobe. The assistant was stunned.
Ning Jia looked natural, hugged his waist, and crossed her arm over his shoulders, "Why are you so drunk? Let me do it, you go down."
The assistant seemed to be hesitant to speak. Why did Miss Ning always follow her young master? Her young master was engaged to Miss Ning Xin. Was it really appropriate for him to be so close to her sister's fiancé?
Ning Jia threw him onto the bed, took off his suit jacket, and then took off his glasses.
Looking at the man's handsome face, Ning Xin narrowed her eyes, her eyes full of determination and calculation. Her fingers brushed across his face inch by inch, her eyes like a poisonous snake climbing a vine, "You can only be mine, Ning Xin, don't even think about snatching you from me."
Lin Ruiyang suddenly turned over and murmured softly, "Xinxin."
Ning Jia sneered, her eyes venomous, "Why does everything belong to her? Why don't you like me either?"
Thinking of the three years when Ning Xin disappeared, Lin Ruiyang was depressed all day long, like a walking corpse. He asked for help from his connections everywhere and refused to believe the news of her death. It was as if his soul had been sucked out of him. He didn't even have the mood to fight for the family disputes.
Ning Jia clenched her fists, the jealousy in her heart almost devouring her. She began to frantically tear at his clothes. The man unconsciously hugged her, shouting, "Xinxin, you love me."
On the other side, Fu Beicheng took Ning Xin to his car, saying that he would send her home. Seeing that the man was no longer crazy, Ning Xin let her go.
The car drove into an empty villa area, and suddenly, with a "Puff!" sound, something hit the seat.
At the same time, Fu Beicheng pressed her into his arms, holding her tightly. Fu Beicheng said in a serious voice, "Back up! Turn left and there's a commercial street."
Then he picked up the night vision goggles from the seat and put them on. In the distance, half of a person's face was exposed in the bushes. He looked like a ghost with a mask on. Fu Beicheng frowned. This was the person from three years ago.
It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything. The other person must have been wearing night vision goggles. The driver in front did as he was told, and more bullets were fired into the car. Bang! They hit the bulletproof glass, making a banging sound.
The car's high-speed reverse made Ning Xin feel dizzy and her heart was pounding. Fu Beicheng's calm and serious voice rang in her ears, "Don't be afraid."
His voice seemed to have a kind of magic that easily calmed her heart. Ning Xin looked up and saw his cold jaw.
Fu Beicheng's eyes suddenly became stern, and he moved his body in front of her. With a muffled groan, Fu Beicheng's face turned pale. Ning Xin's heart sank, "Fu Beicheng."
"President!" the driver exclaimed.
The car successfully drove into the commercial street, and there were more cars on the road.
In the hospital, Fu Beicheng fell into a coma, but his hand was still tightly holding Ning Xin's hand.
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