Feast for Shengsheng

Chapter 174 Luck

Nan Sheng just listened without saying anything.

Does Lu Shiyan love her? Nan Sheng can't tell.

But sometimes, Nan Sheng can easily sense Lu Shiyan's somewhat paranoid possessiveness towards her. Is this love?

Finally, Nan Sheng calmed down and the car stopped in front of the hospital.

Lu Shiyan was sent to the operating room, and Nan Sheng only had an ankle injury and skin injuries. Once the wounds were treated, there would be no major problems.

Lu Shiyan's situation was much more serious.

The right arm is broken and needs time to repair.

When Xu Cheng rushed to the hospital after receiving the news, he saw Nan Sheng standing quietly outside the operating room.

Xu Cheng comforted Nan Sheng and completed the police report on Nan Sheng's behalf.

Lu Shiyan's operation didn't last long and he was soon sent to the ward.

Nan Sheng accompanied him throughout the whole process.

It is reasonable and logical for Nan Sheng to be here.

When Lu Shiyan opened his eyes and saw Nan Sheng, he smiled faintly.

Instead, he comforted Nan Sheng first: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Nan Sheng's eyes felt slightly sore, and she looked at Lu Shiyan passively without saying a word.

Lu Shiyan didn't say anything, but patted the bed with his left hand: "Come, come here, stay with me for a while, I'm still a little sleepy."

"Okay." Nan Sheng said with difficulty.

Nan Sheng walked towards Lu Shiyan, and the man held Nan Sheng's hand with his uninjured left hand.

When Nan Sheng looked down, she saw a pair of slender fingers with distinct joints passing through her own slender fingers. With a backhand, their fingers were interlocked.

Very intimate action.

Like——

They are a very good couple.

Nan Sheng's fingertips curled up slightly, but only for a moment before she relaxed.

Because Lu Shiyan had already fallen asleep, Nan Sheng also relaxed and sat quietly on the edge of the bed, looking down at her phone.

The hand held by Lu Shiyan never let go.

……

This vicious act of revenge against society that occurred in the busiest part of New York's streets was naturally widely reported.

Jiang Yue sat in front of the TV, just staring at the screen, her fingertips pinching into the flesh.

She knew very well what happened here, but she never expected the result to be like this.

Nan Sheng is not dead!

Another brush with death!

Why?

Why is Nan Sheng always luckier than others? Why can she pass by them again and again?

At this moment, Jiang Yue's face turned pale instantly. Not only was she disappointed that Nan Sheng was not dead, she was also terrified that this matter would eventually be exposed.

But she comforted herself again and again that she was very secretive and had disguised herself, and all her transactions were in cash, so there would not be any trace left.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yue couldn't help but take a deep breath.

When Song Xiao came over, he happened to see Jiang Yue's pale face. He was quiet for a moment: "Are you feeling unwell? If you are not feeling well, I will take you to the hospital."

Jiang Yue suddenly came to her senses and shook her head: "No."

Song Xiao also saw the picture on the TV screen.

He didn't look closely, but he knew at a glance that it was a chaotic social revenge incident in New York. After living here for a long time, he was used to it.

But soon, a figure jumped into Song Xiao's eyes.

Now Song Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, calmed himself down, and watched the TV intently.

This figure from behind looks like Nan Sheng.

Song Xiao didn't know how many times he had felt like he had seen Nan Sheng in New York.

Even though Song Xiao knew very well that this idea was extremely absurd.

But he couldn't suppress his judgment, and his eyes became increasingly gloomy unconsciously.

In this situation, Jiang Yue reacted immediately: "There's nothing to see. New York is just so chaotic."

After saying that, Jiang Yue was about to turn off the TV, but was stopped by Song Xiao.

Jiang Yue lost her composure and stood there awkwardly, testing Song Xiao: "What's wrong with you? What's so good about this?"

Song Xiao blurted out without thinking: "The back looks like Nan Sheng."

"Impossible." Jiang Yue rejected it without a second thought, blurting out in a flurry of emotion, "Nan Sheng is dead. Don't overthink it. This can't be Nan Sheng."

Without thinking, Jiang Yue unplugged the power cord.

Song Xiao looked at Jiang Yue with a serious look, not very happy.

Jiang Yue forced herself to remain calm, but her attitude was firm: "Song Xiao, Nan Sheng is dead. You can't live in Nan Sheng's shadow forever. You are you, and Nan Sheng is Nan Sheng. Why should you live for Nan Sheng? She's not worth it! She and Lu Shiyan are also entangled, and she wants to seduce you again. Nan Sheng is not a good woman! Wake up! Now that Nan Sheng is dead, she wants to kill you! Song Xiao! Don't think about Nan Sheng anymore! Please, wake up."

Jiang Yue's word order is very confusing.

But she protected Song Xiao and kept saying bad things about Nan Sheng.

Song Xiao was very quiet: "That's enough, Jiang Yue."

Jiang Yue suddenly calmed down, but was still breathing heavily.

"New York is too chaotic. Once this situation is over, I will send you back to Haicheng." Song Xiao made a decision.

Then Song Xiao turned around and left without saying anything more.

Jiang Yue reacted and realized that Song Xiao wanted to break up with her completely because Song Xiao would return to New York.

Without thinking, she grabbed Song Xiao's arm: "No, Song Xiao, wherever you are, I am there. I don't want to be separated from you, no!"

Song Xiao didn't say anything.

He was not a very talkative person.

Once Song Xiao makes a decision, it is equally difficult to change it.

"You promised me that you would take care of me and not abandon me. Are you going to go back on your word now? Are you going to send me back? Have I become a burden to you?" Jiang Yue questioned Song Xiao repeatedly, "If so, tell me and I'll leave."

As she spoke, Jiang Yue looked at Song Xiao with tears in her eyes, and then her eyes gradually dimmed.

"If that's the case, why did you bring me back? Wouldn't it be better for you to let me fend for myself? Anyway, I have no parents and I'm an orphan. What's the point of me living?" Jiang Yue's voice became quiet, but you could tell she was crying.

Song Xiao frowned slightly.

When Song Xiao was caught off guard, Jiang Yue suddenly grabbed a fruit knife and pointed it at herself: "I'd rather die. If I die, I won't be a burden to you anymore, right?"

As she spoke, Jiang Yue actually raised the fruit knife, but the next moment, Song Xiao grabbed Jiang Yue's hand.

"Jiang Yue. I will return to Haicheng after I finish my studies. I said, if you want to stay in New York, that's fine." Song Xiao finished his words quietly.

Song Xiao did not show any unnecessary emotions on his face.

He was conflicted about Jiang Yue.

Because the Jiang family was in trouble because of me, and also because of my guilt towards Jiang Yue.

So now Song Xiao is severely kidnapped by such guilt and can't move forward.

"Song Xiao, will you abandon me one day?" Jiang Yue was still crying, and the dagger in her hand had been taken away by Song Xiao.