MTL - Please Continue Protecting Me-Chapter 21

Rong Mo knows that he should not ask such questions.

When she woke up in the hospital and asked no one knows where the person who saved her was, she told her from her dad that the person who saved her was very clever. No clues were left and no one saw him. When she faced her, she felt more and more this year that the experience was nothing but a dream she had imagined in a long closed.

So when I really saw him, Rong Mo was almost uncertain.

Until this moment, the real feeling became stronger, so strong that her heart couldn't help shaking with the body.

As soon as this was asked, she regretted it.

Nie Feizhan listened with a tight heart.

He suddenly felt that he was no different from the **** that bullied little girls.

No, there are still differences.

Probably the only difference is that those **** will not be distressed, and he will.

Rong Mo didn't hear his answer and couldn't help looking up at him.

But before she saw his eyes, she felt that he held her hands tight, and steered the locomotive to make a turn at the intersection in front.

Rong Mo turned back in shock.

None of them spoke again, knowing that he took her for more than twenty minutes and stopped in front of a wood.

Rong Mo rarely came to this kind of place. She came to town for two months. Her high school life was more intense and fulfilling than she imagined. She got up early every day to go to school. When she went back in the evening, she couldn't write homework and test papers. You have to have a video call with her for half an hour, or she will be unwilling to pick her up the next day. Her energy is not enough to support her to do other things.

He got out of the car and patted her shoulder gently. "Wait a while, eh?"

Rong Mo froze for this intimate move, even forgot to ask him where to go, just nodded.

He held her hand on the handlebar and determined that she couldn't fall on the car before turning away.

Rong Mo watched him disappear into the woods for a while.

She wasn't actually worried that he would leave her here, even if the consequence was that she couldn't get in and out of the car, stay in front of the village and stay in the shop, she couldn't even go back.

But she was not afraid at all.

She knew the man would not leave her.

It didn't take long before she saw him.

When he came over, his sleeves were rolled up, his forearms leaked out, and he held a bunch of pink flowers in his hands.

The flower was apparently just plucked, the roots were still carrying dirt, and his hands were stained everywhere.

Rong Mo can see at a glance that he must be very careful when picking flowers, but it must be the first time that he has done such things. Although the petals are well protected, the roots are torn by him a lot.

But she couldn't help jumping.

This kind of caper is like getting the most wanted toy when she was a kid, or mother cooking the cake she most wanted to eat, and my father fulfilled his promise to take her to the country where he wanted to go, and each one was her. From the heart, what I want most.

That kind of thing that seems easy to get, but it's no longer available.

"Is it for me?"

Nie Feizhan frowned, "No."

The light under her eyes suddenly faded.

As soon as Nie Feizhan held Hua's hand tightly, he couldn't help swearing.

Heart, spleen and stomach are like the pain of being severely beaten.

When I came back just now, she saw her whole person curled up on the locomotive. The weak and petite body was teetering, and her two legs were weakly placed there, like a nervous kitten just dropped on the locomotive. Poor.

It was like waiting for him in the alley that day.

He was awkward and arbitrarily accustomed to being indifferent to everyone. No one thought of it, no one thought of it. He had never coaxed anyone, and he never wanted to coax.

The children rescued by him are afraid of him, and dare not say a word of gratitude.

Previously, his subordinates, including those he had trained, said that his appearance was a copper wall and an iron wall, and his heart was a stone or iron block. No matter how fierce the fire was, it would not melt.

But why, with a single tear, she could easily melt the piece of iron in his chest?

Nie Feizhan, you can't help but bully her?

When Rong Mo felt that he was passionate about himself, he suddenly heard his hoarse voice saying, "It's too dirty for you."

She froze and saw him raise his hand and show her the flowers.

The original delicate petals did have some dirt on it, and he was pitiful in his wide palms, and it was almost gone.

"Who said it wasn't for me?"

Rong Mo grabbed the flower from his hand and thought about it. He took a rubber band from his pocket and put it together. "I like it enough."

In the end, she is also the daughter of Rong's family. Her mother loves flowers. His father also built gardens and greenhouses. What precious flowers have she never seen since childhood? But this little wildflower by the road, she really didn't know what it was called.

But what about it? She likes it enough.

She lowered her head and smelled it, and her pale cheeks showed a slight blush.

He stood in front of her and looked at her, Rong Mo suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Suddenly a grunt.

Her belly rang.

"hungry?"

"Well." She didn't look up, grabbed her sleeve with her hand, and nodded. "I'm so hungry."

Rong Mo herself didn't find it, her voice and tone were soft when she spoke.

Actually, she was just afraid he would just send her back and leave.

It's too difficult to meet him.

"You bring me something to eat, okay?" She paused and added, "I don't choose, I can fill my belly."

More than Nie Fei Zhan will not coax people?

Rong Mo is also not spoiled.

Since sitting in a wheelchair, she has completely closed herself up. She wo n’t laugh or talk for a long time. The only thing that relies on her intimacy is her father, but even if her father hurts her, it ’s a group. The person in power cannot accompany her at all times.

But facing him, she was so natural, taking a little girl's coquettish posture.

"it is good."

The wind was a bit strong, and the leaves on the tree were blown down, and there was a sight of it falling on her hair.

Nie Feizhan stretched out his hand, his eyes quickly gripped the film.

Rong Mo looked up and looked at the leaf between his fingertips, "Give me."

He didn't know why, put the leaf in her hand, then raised his head casually, rubbing his stomach while blinking at him.

Nie Feizhan lifted her leg and got into the car, putting her in her arms.

"Take me to eat?" She asked, grabbing his arm.

Nie Feizhan ticked his lips, and said lazily, "No."

Immediately after stepping on the accelerator, a burst of dust was raised.

"Then where are you taking me?"

Nie Feizhan lowered her head and said in a low and dangerous tone in her ear, "Sell you, believe it?"

Rong Mo's heart jumped.

She certainly didn't believe it.

But his tone was too dangerous. It was like that place where she was blindfolded by her kidnappers and held her hands and feet. The voice and tone of his voice when he broke in from outside.

Sure enough, he not only disguised his appearance, but even his voice. If you simply listen to this voice, it will only make people imagine the terrible villain in the movie, and no one doubts that he was put in the wolf's den. He must be the worst wolf.

Half an hour later, he parked his car in front of a small shop.

This shop is very clean and it is also a famous noodle restaurant in town, but there are not many people at this time.

Nie Feizhan parked the car and took her off the locomotive.

Rong Mo was a little nervous.

Her wheelchair is not here. Without a wheelchair, she can only be held by him.

"I ... or I won't eat anymore."

Nie Feizhan said nothing and hugged her into the only small private room when she entered the door and put it on a chair.

Rong Mo didn't dare to lift his head from his arms along the way. As soon as he was put down, his face was red when he raised his head.

"Miss Rong."

He propped his hand on the table, trapped her between the table and his body, and asked politely, "What do you think is the most important now?"

Rong Mo listened to his young lady, and listened.

What do you think is most important now?

Looking at the man's sharp and quiet eyes, Rong Mo shook his head: "I don't know ..."

He raised his hand, grabbed his fingertips and gently scraped the tip of her nose, "don't worry about anything."

"The most important thing now is to fill your belly."