316: C316 Father I'm Afraid

C316 Father I'm Afraid

Ouyang knelt on one knee in front of the sofa, quietly looking down at the woman sleeping on the sofa.

After a moment, he curled the corner of his mouth and patted her face. "Youyou, are you tired?"

Le Youyou half closed her eyes and muttered, "Father. . . I am afraid. . . "

She was not tired but was afraid that she would be abandoned by everyone.

She was so lonely! Her father's appearance made her very worried, but it was also very safe. She could not help but reach out to grab him.

In her memories, her father did not look like a psychopath who killed people. He was refined and handsome, and he was an elegant doctor in medicine. He often wore a white coat and soaked in the laboratory.

Ouyang pulled her hand and held it in her palm. A touch of warmth appeared on her deep eyes and her fingertips slid across the back of her hand.

"You're still afraid of this?" He kissed her fingers gently.

Youyou smiled peacefully, " Her eyelids became heavier and she could not open her eyes no matter how hard she tried. Youyou was sleepy.

The corner of Ouyang's mouth curled up again. A pair of hot hands wrapped around her waist and hugged her warm body as they walked away.

The road was bumpy, as if they were going up the stairs.

He pushed open the bedroom door.

He placed Le Youyou on the soft bed.

The woman's body was immersed in the soft bed. There was a man's shirt on the bed sheet. There was a faint smell of tobacco. It was spicy and cool, but it smelled good.

That was Gong Mingchuan's shirt. She subconsciously turned around and hugged the man's shirt. She only felt his scent everywhere.

Ouyang Qing gently pulled the shirt out of her arms.

She hugged him very tightly. He used a lot of strength to pull it out and throw it on the ground.

His warm gaze swept across her pretty body before it slowly heated up.

This woman was like a man's nemesis. Her charming face moved all the men who saw her.

His breath involuntarily heated up. He really wanted to kiss her face while she was sleeping.

She fell asleep, so he wouldn't know.

Ouyang Shuo bent down and kissed her cheek.

His burning fingers caressed her red lips.

Youyou felt a little uncomfortable, but she was too tired to see her father's diary while she was on the run. She could not open her eyes.

The man finally got what he wanted and kissed her lips.

Her breathing was blocked, and she was unable to breathe due to the pressure. Her hands were randomly thrown forward, and her hands were held down.

A large hand grabbed her wrist. Ouyang Shuo's chest rose and fell violently. Suddenly, hot spring water flowed out of his body.

And because he had grabbed her hand, she felt even more uncomfortable. She muttered like she was begging for help, her voice already carrying a sobbing tone. "Dad, I'm afraid. . . "

In the nightmare, dad suddenly stopped being gentle, and instead took the needle and walked towards her ferociously. . .

She ran towards the door with all her might. She did not expect to meet Gong Mingchuan, who had come to save her.

The man held a domineering aura and tightly hugged her. The burning and low voice instantly swept through all her senses like a swirl. . . . "I am here. Don't be afraid. . . "2

She was indeed quiet. Her expression was like that of a drunk cat, muddle-headed.

Youyou kept saying nonsense, "Dad, Youyou kept saying nonsense. Dad, don't do this to me. I'm afraid. Don't poke me with needles. . . "

She sobbed and murmured. "Mingchuan, I knew you would come. . . "

Mingchuan?

She was calling Gong Mingchuan's name?

Even if he secretly kissed her, she still gave him a fatal blow.

She didn't like herself at all.

Even in her dreams, she was with that man called Gong Mingchuan.

That man had the most advanced medical technology in the world, which was enough to compete with the medical system of any country in the world.

Ever since the bacterial strain in Youyou's body was injected with the Gong's's vaccine, she no longer needed the military's vaccine.

He might not be able to control her anymore. . .

When he thought of this, a trace of unwillingness arose in his heart.

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