Chapter 146 Don't Leave Me
Wang Chuwei should call her, Cheng Wanying thought.
Even if there is no romantic relationship between him and her, he should at least treat her as his sister.
Cheng Haohai knew it and called her immediately to ask how she was doing.
But she waited for a long time, her eyes were a little sore from staring at the phone, but he didn't call.
Cheng Wanying turned off her phone and took a deep breath.
The feeling of completely giving up and feeling unexpectedly relieved.
She had completely given up hope and was trampled to death.
At that moment, she suddenly stopped missing him.
You see, even with such a big thing, she got through it without him.
She didn't need him at all.
Like fish don't need bicycles.
She definitely couldn’t attend classes at school, so Cheng Wanying walked out of the school and got on the bus to go home.
She knew that her parents had bodyguards and that there were people protecting them at home, so they wanted her to go home.
"Miss, one of Mr. Cheng's properties has burned down. Madam and Mr. Cheng are there now. I'd like you to go home. Don't worry, it's not a big deal."
"Mom and Dad?"
Cheng Wanying blinked in surprise, "Is this directed at my parents?!"
"No, no, no," the driver quickly shook his head. "Mr. and Mrs. Cheng don't know either. They just know a building burned down, and they don't know who did it."
This building was originally purchased directly by one person and the property rights are under one person's name.
I don’t know who is so rich that he bought a building directly, and bought the one that is closest to the inside and most remote.
Because all the houses in that building are somewhat dimly lit and sales are not good, Mr. Cheng is naturally happy to sell them.
After hearing this, Cheng Wanying felt relieved. "Okay, I understand."
After getting off the car, she took the elevator and suddenly felt a smell in the elevator.
After carefully listening for a while, she felt that it smelled like blood.
After realizing it, Cheng Wanying clenched her hands and imagined the scene from the movie.
She nervously shrank into the corner of the elevator, her back against the cold wall.
She was wondering whether she should just stop at a random floor. What if someone was blocking her door and waiting for her?
She lives on the 12th floor, and now the elevator has already reached the 11th floor, so it's too late.
Cheng Wanying had no choice but to give up and press the 13th level.
Anyway, Wang Chuwei is not at home, so she will hide there and wait for her parents to come back.
She quickly pressed and held the elevator sign for the 12th floor, the white light went out, and the 13th floor lighted up.
Cheng Wanying breathed a sigh of relief when the elevator didn't stop at the 12th floor.
"bite."
The 13th floor was empty. She took out the key from her bag and lowered her head.
There were traces of blood dripping on the white tile floor, spreading all the way to the door of the room.
Her heart twisted, and Cheng Wanying hurried to open the door.
Her hands were shaking, and the key didn't go in. She tried to turn the doorknob, "Wang Chuwei!"
The house was empty, and the bloodstains on the floor disappeared into her room.
The door of her room was closed.
Cheng Wanying walked over quickly, and when her hand touched the cold door handle, she shuddered.
Impossible, she didn't believe those absurd plots at all.
She found the movie too melodramatic, and forced a smile on her face as she watched the person lying on the ground.
Nirvana.
"Wang Chuwei."
Her knees hit the ground, she ran over and stretched out her hand, but stopped in mid-air, not daring to touch him. She immediately took out her cell phone and called 120.
"Please hurry up!"
His face was so pale, his eyes were closed, and he looked lifeless like a discarded piece of white paper.
Blood was pouring out of his body and she didn't know where he was injured.
Cheng Wanying didn't dare to touch him. The tears in her eyes trembled and dripped into the pool of blood on the ground.
"Wang Chuwei."
She reached out and touched his face. His skin was cold, but his blood was scorching hot, so hot that Cheng Wanying couldn't make a sound.
"You, what's wrong with you? Wake up. How could this happen? What did you do? You spoke. What did you do?"
He made it home alone and fell quietly beside her bed, with her black hair tie still on his wrist.
Now it is soaked with blood.
Cheng Wanying was incoherent and kept shaking him gently. His body swayed with the movement of her hands, like a kite with a broken string.
Her vision was turning pale, and Cheng Wanying managed to steady herself.
I leaned closer and felt his faint breathing, and my heart sank.
She threw off the sheets and covered the wound on his abdomen with her hands.
pain.
Wang Chuwei frowned slightly, his long eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes with difficulty.
Blood dripped into his eyes, which were full of scarlet. He seemed to look at her, "Yingying."
The pale lips moved, and the upper and lower lips silently collided to pronounce her name.
The blood loss caused his pupils to dilate, blurring as if through a layer of mist and rain, and he looked at her blankly.
"It's Yingying, it's Yingying, it's me, hold on, don't fall asleep."
Cheng Wanying cried out, touched his face and supported his head.
The blood that flowed from his lips burned her skin, causing her heart to ache.
She tried to wipe the blood he spat out over and over again, but it wouldn't come away.
"What’s wrong with you?"
His voice trembled as Wang Chuwei forced himself to stay awake.
He thought she would never come back, so he came here without any worries.
He hadn't seen Yingying for a long time, and he really wanted to ask her how she was doing recently and whether her studies were difficult.
Is the boy she mentioned last time currently with her? What kind of person is he? Is he good to her?
Yingying, Leng, can you hug him?
Farewell was written in his eyes, and that moment was filled with reluctance, regret and nostalgia.
The gradually blurred eyes are like a countdown.
"No sleeping!"
Cheng Wanying kissed his lips desperately, blood dyed his lips red, and the sweet smell of blood echoed in his mouth.
His exhausted breaths passed to her through his trembling lips, and her tears burst out, "Don't sleep, talk to me. Don't you have anything to say to me, Wang Chuwei? You have such a cruel heart!"
Yes, he had a lot to say to her.
Hot tears fell and hit his face, and Wang Chuwei's eyelashes trembled.
Don't cry Yingying.
He regretted it and felt sorry. He wished he had died anywhere when he was a child.
I won’t hurt Yingying now.
He has been quite content with his miserable life for more than twenty years.
Besides, he once had an angel.
He was granted happiness for a short time and he was the luckiest man in the world.
Little angel, he may not see her again in the future, so she needs to take care of herself.
"Ying, Ying, happy birthday next year."
He struggled to make sounds, and his unintelligible sentences barely conveyed his meaning.
He pursed his lips, wanting to smile at her.
He always looked at her with a smile, gentle and affectionate, tolerant and caring.
Cheng Wanying closed her eyes in despair, and his head fell from her hands.
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