Maid’s Diary: Devil Master, Please Behave

This is not the first time Munan has approached death.

Similarly, still above the cold deep ocean.

Munan was a little desperate. The cold sea water poured into her throat, swallowing her breath, and she fell weakly.

The sea water was salty and it hurt so tightly on the wound. Munan took out the silver pendant he had hung around his neck and wrapped it around his hand. If you guessed correctly, this pendant is the original archive of military data.

After all, Mo Lei was an elderly person, his hands were weak and paddling in the water, and the hands that pinched her neck slowly loosened.

Munan looked at the fleeing high-ranking official, his hideous face gradually blurred, and his unwilling pupils plunged into the deep sea.

Munan thought for a while with the last strength, she should try to swim to the surface to find a chance to survive.

She couldn't separate her thoughts to imagine what the outside world was like.

She wrapped you in the sea and stared at you. She floated a few feet, but the undercurrent that appeared from nowhere was carrying a school of sea fish and happily scraping past her. She was like a leaf falling from a branch, dragged by gravity. It will inevitably fall...

Perhaps, it has been falling like this.

When she fell to hell, she must find the king to look through the reincarnation book.

Reincarnated in the next life, maybe we can meet again with Gu Yuze.

It's also pretty good.

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[Xia Feng wanders along the Wuzhen River.

The sky is misty, snowy white, emptiness, like a soul piercing through the gauze of life and death, leaving an ethereal silence.

Nan Qinyue took the roses she had just bought, and she sat cross-legged on the coffee table in the living room to practice trimming. Her handsome husband watched the military channel on the sofa.

Suddenly, Southern Qin Yue's delicate and refined appearance became a bit irritable.

With a "pop", a large blooming rose was cut by the waist.

Nan Qinyue stood up abruptly, rubbed against the sofa and stared at her husband: "Lao Mu, I went to the temple fair today."]

"Have you been scammed by the jewelry seller again?" The husband glanced at his wife's uneasy face and used to ask.

Lan Qinyue's face collapsed and she stretched out her hand to unscrew her husband's cheeks: "I'm talking about business. I ran into a fortune teller in the alley of the temple fair today. By the way, give Xiao Nan this child a divination."

"What did the fortune teller say?" The husband sighed, poured a cup of lemon tea and handed it to his wife.

Nan Qin Yue frowned slightly, and poured three sips of tea, and said angrily: "The old man said that Xiao Nan was born restless, and he was destined to have ill-fated fate when he grows up. The bond with water is particularly deep, and life and death depend on water! Nonsense, my dear daughter of Nan Qinyue, how could something happen easily!"

The husband nodded slightly: "Don't worry, warlock warlocks, always be alarmist——"

Before he finished speaking, the door opened with a creak, and Munan leaped in flexibly.

"Mom and dad, I'm back~" Munan pulled the towel on the hanger and wiped his wet hair, "Fuck, the sea is smelling like fish."

When Munan looked up, she found that her parents were looking at her with shocked eyes.

"Look at what I am doing? I just swam out of the sea in San Hua. It's really cold to me." Munan sat down, rubbing his hair with a white towel, "Now it's all right, my family is finally reunited."

Nan Qinyue: "You brat, who asked you to come back?"

"There is no way, life and death are rich and honorable." Munan shrugged, stretched out his mother's hand, and turned his head to look at his father on the sofa.

She seems to have not seen her father for a long time.

He is not old yet.

"Who made you die?" Nan Qinyue stretched out her fingertips and poked Munan's head vigorously, "You are dead, what will Gu Yuze do? Are you willing to leave him alive in the world alone, or do you mind other women? Close to Gu Yuze, do you mind if other women give Gu Yuze a child?!"

Munan: ...

I'm dead, I still care about these woollen threads.

"When I took this task, I was ready to face death." Mu Nan narrowed his mouth, looking at the familiar scenery around him, a faint sadness suddenly surged in his heart, tilted his head and smiled, "Now Okay, I finally got it together."

The couple looked at each other and both shook their heads.

Outside the window, there was a vast expanse of whiteness, unable to see through the world, Munan stayed in the room all day long, empty heart, but did not go out.

It turns out that life after death is like this, which is not bad.

Sometimes when he dreams back at midnight, he still remembers someone in a daze. His profile is like the coastline of San Hua, with clear outlines and bleak eyes.

Munan wanted to reach out and touch, but Meng immediately woke up, the bedding was cold.

At this time, she would especially want to cry, her eyes astringent and uncomfortable.

The days were dying away, and she didn't know how the time of the world passed, but she could hear clearly that someone was calling her, calling her name, and begging her to wake up.

The sound turned out to be very small and slight, like the wind in spring.

Later, the voice gradually became clear and rang in her ears every day.

When she was in a daze, the voice was calling; when she was washing her face, the voice was calling; when she was sleeping, the voice was in a dream; even during the minutes of her breathing, the voice was also...

"Mom, he told me to go back." Munan squatted down and tilted his head to watch his mother clean up the fresh flowers he bought.

auzw.com The rose flower gradually became more elegant in the white palm of Nan Qinyue, becoming a bright and beautiful flower arrangement.

"You just go back, our husband and I didn't keep you." Nan Qinyue pushed Munan to tease flowers, "I don't want to stay in the world, I have to come here to hang around. I and your dad have been watching You are not pleasing to the eye."

Munan: ...

Is this your mother?

Munan stood up, walked to the sofa and sat down, tilted his head and asked dad: "Dad, can I go back?"

The tall and handsome man smiled, tutted twice, and said, "Girl, if you want, you can go back."

Munan's face was daunting.

"Go back, your mother and I still want to live in the two-person world. If you don't go back, Gu Yuze may come here to accompany you."

Nan Qinyue didn't know when she came over, and let her husband dozingly see her in her arms.

"Go back, we are having a good time, you don't have to worry." Nan Qinyue is rarely gentle, and her beautiful face is as beautiful as before.

Munan nodded blankly, watching his parents embracing each other, the surrounding scenery faded like a movie, the bright sun penetrated the white sky, brightly Munan couldn't open his eyes. 】

She opened her eyes, blurred to clear,

She saw his thin face.

"If you don't wake up, I will go down with you." His voice was hoarse.

Munan snorted coldly: "Do you dare."

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"Doctor Jiang, the boss is really hopeless?"

The little third son finally asked for leave and went to the private hospital in Shenghua Financial District. This was the first sentence he caught Jiang Cheng.

Three months later, that thrilling game at sea has become a written record in the state secret archives. There is no broken deck on the sea, and the sky is as clear as ever.

The mission was successfully completed in a tragic and tragic way. Some of the Blue Eagle soldiers stayed in the black and white photos forever, and some existed in the world. Only Munan was alive as dead.

She was still breathing, she still had body temperature, but she never opened her eyes, like a passerby sleeping on a white bedding, perhaps she just kept sleeping like this.

Jiang Cheng said: "Xiao Nan is still saved, as long as he can wake up."

Jiang Cheng's voice was unusually calm. He seemed to be getting older overnight, the gentleness in his eyebrows scattered a lot, and there was more cold and cold melancholy.

The little third son lowered his head, wiped the water stains from the corners of his eyes, turned and walked towards Munan's ward.

Munan’s ward is in the quietest corner of a private hospital, next to a beautiful summer garden.

The little third son sympathized with Jiang Cheng very much, but he sympathized with that President Gu even more.

From the crowd, I learned that Mr. Gu would accompany the boss every day, put aside all his work, and only accompany her.

The huge GM group was handed over to Baishan to take care of it. Gu Yuze was only with Munan wholeheartedly, calling her name tirelessly, speaking love words that he had never said before, and still complaining with a smile.

The little third son has no literary talent, but a few words flashed in his mind inexplicably [Death and Life].

He felt to his heart that the boss, such a person who wanted to be aggressive, would never like to lie in bed like a dead body all day.

So, one day, the boss will definitely wake up, full of vitality and health.

Standing by the window, the little third son opened the curtain and glanced into the room.

The room is spacious and bright, with a quiet and elegant decoration. Caucasian lying on the carpet lazily wagging his big hairy tail, occasionally whimpering twice, looking towards the bed, then lie down on the dog's head, close his eyes and continue to sleep.

Gu Yuze was at the bedside, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight, his chin appeared with cyan stubble, his eyes were dim, and the spirit of the little third son's memory was completely gone.

On the bed, Munan slept peacefully, his eyes closed, his face pale, and the faint shadow of the eyelashes under his eyes.

It turns out that it is not time but the woman in his heart that makes a man age.

The little third sighed deeply and prayed in a low voice: "Boss, you hurry up. The tombstones of the martyrs in China have been carved for you. Chief Xia and the military have protested for a long time, and are now ready to resign. Blue Eagle Special Forces With fresh blood added, you have to train them..."

While talking, the little third son choked a little.

He raised his head and looked at the lush and lush scenery of the garden. The pink rose flowers rested on the fence, and countless flower bones were pressed on the green leaves. When a gust of wind blew, the petals flew and swayed.

The wind seems to bring new vitality, and in the midsummer, there is the bright and prosperous spring.

The little third son was wandering, and suddenly heard the voice of the Caucasian in the room.

"Wow~"

I also heard someone talking.

"If you don't wake up, I will go down with you."

"you dare."

The little third son was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly went into the room.

The rose flower swayed into the fragrance, and the Caucasian shook his tail excitedly.

The little third son saw the man's shocked eyes, and saw large turbid tears coming from the corner of his eyes.

Boss, awake?