Chapter 292

Five years later, Norway.

It's so dark.

The man held a pistol in his hand and slowly raised it from the bottom to the top. Finally, the black muzzle was aimed at her.

Ruan Xiaomian's heart stopped.

Is she dreaming?

A terrible, terrible nightmare.

How did she see the gun?

Is this true?

"Nanjue Where are you? "

Around the cold wind, straight into her body drill, like a sharp ice skate, hard into her body.

It's cold and painful.

"Where are you, nanjue? Where are our children? "

That man's face is a little bit clear More and more clearly

Nanjue!

It's nanjue!

"Bang!"

Gunfire, go.

"Ah

A long, painful scream broke the silence of midnight.

Ruan Xiaomian suddenly sat up. His face was pale and bloodless, and his forehead was covered with thin beads of sweat. His heart was beating wildly and shaking, as if to burst out of his chest.

Her whole body began to tremble, especially her hands.

Bright lights illuminate the whole bedroom She never turns off the light when she sleeps.

Because the lights were turned off, the cold night five years ago would haunt her like a ghost in the dark.

But it turns out that even if I sleep with the light on, those ghosts and demons in the dark still refuse to let her go.

"Boom" suddenly sounded in the brain, like a time bomb in the brain, exploded.

The head is very painful. The scalp is going to split. It's really painful.

Ruan Xiaomian suddenly raised his hand to embrace his head and closed his eyes painfully.

She was already sweating. She suddenly turned around and leaned over, grabbing the white medicine bottle on the cupboard with shaking hands.

She opened the bottle and poured out the tablets in her hand During the whole process, her hands trembled violently and poured out a lot of pills. In the process, she also dropped the aromatherapy which helped her sleep.

Ruan Xiaomian directly raised his head and sent all the pills in his hand to the mouth. He took a cup filled with water and drank all of them at one gulp, and sent those pills down.

A loose hand, the hands of the water cup rolled along the quilt on the carpet, which residual water stains wet the hairy carpet.

Ruan Xiaomian curled up and sat on the bed, shivering.

She is so cold, even if the air conditioner has been adjusted to a high temperature, it is still very cold.

She had nightmares again, the same one every time.

For five years, the nightmare haunted her like a demon.

She also knew that everything in the dream was real, because on that dark and cold night five years ago, everything in the dream happened really.

Nanjue, holding a gun, a bullet is fired from the gun in his hand and hits her in the heart Nanjue must not know that her heart is two centimeters to the left than normal people.

Otherwise, she would have died in his hands.

Hate!

Hate is like a poppy, in her heart in full bloom, the most poisonous flowers.

She really hates him, really hates him

“Genie！” The bedroom door was suddenly opened, and Jiang Yiche rushed in from the outside.

Wearing only a pair of pajamas, he strode forward barefoot, sat down beside the bed, took Ruan Xiaomian into his arms and patted her gently.

In the past five years, like Ruan Xiaomian, he has never had a good sleep. He always rushes to her at the first time on every night when she has nightmares and comes to comfort her.

"Better?"

Ruan Xiaomian slowly closed his eyes, put all his center of gravity in Jiang Yiche's arms and shook his head.

No, she's not good at all. Her head still hurts. It's like splitting. It's really painful.

Jiang Yiche looked at the open medicine bottle on the eye bed, as well as several tablets sprinkled on the quilt, and then knew that she had taken the medicine.

The person in the arms, the body shaking has gradually calmed down.

Because of the relationship of taking medicine, Ruan Xiaomian's eyelids become heavy. In Jiang Yiche's arms, she gradually sleeps in the past.

Until she breathed evenly, Jiang Yiche carefully helped her lie down and covered her quilt.

Looking at her sleeping, her eyebrows are still tightly knotted. Jiang Yiche looks at her thoughtfully for a while. At night, she cleans up her medicine bottle and the perfume seat on the ground. She accompanies her for more than half an hour, and then leaves her bedroom at ease.

It was just two o'clock in the morning.

It seems that he can't sleep again tonight.

Jiang Yiche returned to his room, turned on the light, looked at the ceiling, and recalled the dark and cold night five years ago.That day, he sent his subordinates who had been staring at Ruan Xiaomian and told him that Ruan Xiaomian was premature.

He just wanted to see her, but he didn't expect to see her in a coma who was transported out of the hospital and sent to the forest to kill her.

If it wasn't for her big life, the position of her heart was two centimeters to the left of normal people, she would have died before he arrived that night.

Now, no matter how painful she is, at least, she has survived, which is good for him.

No matter what she becomes and whether she can live like a normal person, he will take care of her for life.

……

Time tick.

The first ray of morning quietly broke the darkness of the sky.

It's half past five.

Ruan Xiaomian slowly opened his eyes, his face had slightly improved, with a trace of blood.

Taking a deep breath, she sat up, put on her coat on the chair beside the bed, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Her eyes fell on the white medicine bottle at the head of the bed - she had never left the medicine for five years.

Who made her take this medicine every day?

It was nanjue. It was the devil who made her unable to live like a normal person.

Hate again, in her heart, full of poisonous poppies.

She, genie, hate nanjue, hate it to the bone!

Holding hands tightly, Ruan Xiaomian finally withdrew her sight from the medicine bottle and stepped into the bathroom.

After washing and rinsing, she dried her hair, and Ruan Xiaomian sat down in front of the dressing table, and she made up her face very well.

In the past five years, not only did she hate Nan Jue more and more, but also she was very skilled in making up. She used to seldom make up.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she has a delicate melon seed face, a pair of water eyes with demon and pretty, and attractive cherry lips. A big wave of dark brown color is draped over her shoulder, which makes her more beautiful and mature, and looks like poppy flower, which is frightening.

However, she forgot what Ruan Xiaomian looked like in the past.

"Kowtow!"

A knock came from the door.

Ruan Xiaomian ignored and continued to make up.

"Mom, don't you run today?" The little girl in the door asked without expression. The man stopped at the door and had no intention of going inside again.

"Run yourself." Ruan Xiaomian's voice was cold, and she didn't even look at the little girl.

"Yes." The little girl nods to Ruan Xiaomian and closes the door,. Turn around and leave.

"Dane, where's your mother?" Jiang Yiche, wearing a sports suit, came out of the bedroom.

"Good morning, Dad. Mom is making up. She won't run today. Let me go by myself." Dann said, bowing respectfully to Jiang Yiche, turning and continuing to walk out.

Jiang Yiche looked at Dane's back, until she disappeared in the corridor, he knocked on the door and entered Ruan Xiaomian's bedroom.

"Why are you lazy today?" Entering the door, Jiang Yiche has a bad smile, which is quite different from the one who worried about Ruan Xiaomian last night.

Ruan Xiao Mian finished her eye makeup, put down her mascara and slowly rose, and said lightly, "do not want to run, do not run away."

She said, turning to the cloakroom.

Jiang Yiche a few steps to follow, from behind hugged her, "that today's company is not going to it, stay at home with me, OK?"

When he spoke, all the heat from his breath was vaguely sprayed on Ruan Xiaomian's and mine.

But Ruan Xiaomian has no expression on her face. She is very calm, even her heart is still like water.

"Good."

She promised happily, took away Jiang Yiche's hand on her abdomen and went to the cloakroom.

After changing clothes, Jiang Yiche did not leave, sitting on the sofa in her bedroom.

"Did you wash your face?" Ruan Xiaomian quietly looked at Jiang Yiche's handsome face and asked.

Jiang Yi Che shook his head, "no, don't go to the company, don't wash."

Smell speech, Ruan small Mian cold a hum, "don't go to the company, you don't want to face?"

"You can't get married because your mouth is so poisonous." Jiang Yiche bad bad smile, stood up, "I go to wash my face."

"Well." Ruan Xiaomian answered lightly, went to the bedside table, picked up his mobile phone and called his secretary, "I don't go to the company today, I put all my itinerary into tomorrow I'm highly efficient. It's definitely not a problem to finish two days' work in one day. My mobile phone will be turned off today. Don't look for me. "

After the cold voice orders, Ruan Xiaomian hangs up the phone, throws the mobile phone on the bed, leaves the bedroom and comes to the downstairs hall.

More than 20 minutes later, Jiang Yiche also came down.

Different from Ruan Xiaomian's light purple tight dress, Jiang Yiche's whole body is very casual and looks like home clothes.

In the past five years, Ruan Xiaomian's dressing style has also changed.

She has no shadow of that year.She really changed.

Jiang Yiche also found that, but did not know this kind of change, is good or bad The only advantage is that she is strong, too strong, so strong that she no longer needs his protection.

Ruan Xiaomian is sitting on the sofa in the hall, his long white straight legs are folded together, drinking coffee, and his sight falls on the newspaper in his hand.

"Do I have to tell you every day that it's bad to drink coffee on an empty stomach? When on earth will you listen to me? " Jiang Yiche said with a light smile. He put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly forward.

"Listen to you? Are you dreaming? " Ruan Xiaomian disdainfully said, and did not put down the coffee cup plan.

At the door of the hall, a small figure appeared, the adopted daughter of Dane Ruan Xiaomian and Jiang Yiche.

Dan is five years old and was born on October 5th.

When she was two years old, her parents died. Ruan Xiaomian missed her child deeply at first. In addition, Dane and her parents were from the city of San SA, so she adopted Dane.

However, perhaps because of her usually too strict relationship with Dane, Dane was afraid of her and was not intimate with her.

In fact, she is not a pointer to Dane, to anyone, she is very strict.

"Dad, mom, I'm back." Dan en several steps forward, looking at Ruan Xiaomian and Jiang Yiche, said without expression.

At a young age, she had learned how to watch her words, and tried not to show her emotions in front of others.

Everything, she put it in her heart.

"Sir, madam, miss, we are ready to have dinner." Sophia, the servant, came out of the kitchen and said.

"Good." Jiang Yiche lightly should a, slowly stand up, to Da en hand, "go, eat."

"Yes." Dane nodded, but did not go to his own hands on the ground, but followed after Jiang Yiche.

"Madam, I'll go up first and ask the master and the old lady." Sophia said respectfully and turned to go upstairs.