Chapter 124 Fu Beicheng actually cried
There was anger in his eyes and an agitated air about him.
Zhang Sen knew that Fu Beicheng was afraid that Ning Xin would not come back.
A drizzle began to fall outside the window, and the whole city was covered in a gray haze. Fu Beicheng smiled self-deprecatingly. He actually believed her lies about coming back.
When Ning Xin arrived, the air in the ward was cold and gloomy. The man on the bed looked at her slowly, his eyes shining.
Zhang Sen nodded to Ning Xin and went out.
Ning Xin walked to the bedside and asked, "How are you feeling?"
"It will still hurt." The man looked at her and said.
Ning Xin felt uncomfortable with his look and felt that she couldn't go on like this.
"Do we need to call a doctor?" Ning Xin asked.
Fu Beicheng shook his head, "Come here."
Although he couldn't move his hands, Ning Xin still walked over with confidence.
Noticing that she had an extra bracelet on her hand, Fu Beicheng pursed his lips and asked, "Did Lin Ruiyang give it to me?"
"A gift from my cousin?"
"Ning Tao's daughter?"
Ning Xin nodded, "She also said she wanted to meet you, the famous Master Fu."
Fu Beicheng's eyes turned cold, "Want to help me?"
Meeting his cold eyes, Ning Xin said nothing. Fu Beicheng snorted coldly, with a hint of a smile, and a somewhat ambiguous voice, "If you give yourself to me, I would be happy."
Ning Xin looked at him with an indifferent expression, and an inexplicable coldness in her.
Fu Beicheng realized that she was unhappy, "I'm hungry."
"You haven't eaten yet?"
"I want to wait for you to come back to eat." The man's eyes were fixed on her eyebrows, and he was reluctant to look away.
Ning Xin fed him rice and vegetables one bite at a time, and his burning gaze never left her eyes. Ning Xin let him look at her.
It took an hour to feed him.
Fu Beicheng asked to brush his teeth after dinner. Ning Xin gave him some water and asked him to brush his teeth carefully. There was still a needle on his hand.
Ning Xin also helped him wipe his face without showing any impatience or coldness. Fu Beicheng looked at her well-behaved appearance and his heart beat very restlessly.
The night was as dark as ink, and the rain outside was getting heavier. Ning Xin walked over to draw the curtains. Fu Beicheng suddenly said, "Who's going to be on the roadside tonight?"
There was a bed prepared nearby, right next to his ward.
"No, I'll come to see you tomorrow." Ning Xin said.
Fu Beicheng looked at her and asked, "Can I kiss you?"
"Not suitable."
Fu Beicheng suddenly laughed, "I thought you would agree to everything."
His words were incomprehensible, and Ning Xin's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
"Don't go out alone, bring more bodyguards with you." Fu Beicheng said.
Ning Xin knew that he was still worried about the last shooting, "Yeah."
Ning Xin suddenly stood up and said, "I'm leaving first. You should take good care of your injuries. I hope you can listen to what I said before."
"Aren't you going to leave without a hug?" Fu Beicheng's voice was low and indifferent, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
Ning Xin was stunned for a moment, but she still went forward and hugged him gently. As soon as Fu Beicheng raised his hand, she had already stepped away, "Goodbye, Mr. Fu."
Fu Beicheng nodded and watched her disappear at the door of the ward. The moment the door closed, Fu Beicheng covered his chest with his hands, his face turned pale in an instant, and he said, "Liar."
Ning Xin took out her phone and said, "Miss, have you booked your flight tickets? It's 8 o'clock tomorrow morning?"
"Okay." Ning Xin hung up the phone and walked into the elevator.
In the ward, Fu Beicheng's eyes turned bloodshot. He suddenly pulled away the annoying needle from his hand and stumbled out of the ward.
Zhang Sen asked anxiously, "Where are you going, President?"
Fu Beicheng didn't say anything, but ran out like mad. Zhang Sen followed him with a group of bodyguards.
Ning Xin got off the elevator and walked into the parking lot. Just as she was about to open the door, a strong force pulled her forward from behind. The door was closed and she was pressed against the car. She met the man's scarlet eyes, "You..."
Fu Beicheng looked at her, his expression like a collapsed beast roaring, "Xinxin, can you please not leave?"
Ning Xin was stunned.
Fu Beicheng looked a little scary at the moment. Although he was smiling, his eyes were red. "Look back at me, please."
"Let's go back." Ning Xin spoke only to realize that her voice sounded strange.
He said in a trembling voice, "Liar, you are planning to never come back, right?"
"No."
"How dare you lie to me!" Fu Beicheng suddenly roared.
"Fu Beicheng, please stop being so stubborn." Ning Xin lowered her voice and wanted to reason with him.
"You are my wife, mine." Fu Beicheng looked at her stubbornly, like a person hesitating on the edge of a cliff.
"I love my fiancé very much now. Please don't bother me anymore, Mr. Fu." Ning Xin looked at him and spoke word by word.
Fu Beicheng's eyes trembled, and his tall figure swayed a little, looking shaky. Ning Xin subconsciously grabbed him.
Zhang Sen and the bodyguards not far away did not dare to step forward. They had never seen Fu Beicheng so humble before.
They stared at each other quietly for a long time, but the man was unwilling to let her go, and all kinds of emotions flashed through his eyes.
Ning Xin took his hand away and said, "I have to go. Take good care of yourself."
After saying that, Ning Xin wanted to open the car door, but was grabbed by a big hand. Then she fell into a broad embrace. Before she could react, the man held her and kissed her hard.
This kiss was bitter, sticky, and wet, as if he wanted to swallow her up and never give up, a struggle, a collapse, and he was desperate.
Ning Xin felt something cold falling on her face, her heart trembled, and she subconsciously opened her eyes.
The next moment, the man pushed her away, turned around, and said with his back to her, his voice low and hoarse as if squeezed out from his throat, "Don't let me see you again."
Ning Xin looked at his tall back, still said nothing, got into the car and started driving.
Zhang Sen stared blankly, forgetting to breathe. Fu Beicheng's eyes were red, and he saw something crystal clear sliding down his eyes. He couldn't believe that the arrogant and high-handed Fu Beicheng was actually... crying.
Zhang Sen couldn't believe how much the president loved her. He felt inexplicably sad. Fu Beicheng was the one who pulled him out of his low point and helped him a lot. He had never seen him so powerless before.
In the past, he may not have been able to see clearly his own feelings and hurt her invisibly. Later, he pushed her away again and again, and even imprisoned her and did not tell her the truth, but that was his way of loving her.
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