"Lydia is going to be my bride?" The man's voice with a smile was low and magnetic.
A voice that is intoxicatingly good through spoiling. His lips pressed over, soft and hot on her lips. "From now on, you are mine, no one is allowed to kiss you from now on, remember."
Lydia Yu couldn't see his face, no matter how hard she tried. She only remembers the moment he kissed her, her heart beating fast as if it was about to burst out of her chest.
She wanted to ask him when she said she wanted to be his bride, but he added, "When you grow up some more, there is no hurry now."
Growing up to be his bride, is that what she said?Lydia Yu twisted her head to look around and suddenly found herself at the wedding site.
She wore the white sarong of a flower girl and walked slowly into the church like a little princess, held by the hand of a man.
That hand was so warm and big, she lifted her head and tried hard again to see him, but the result was still futile.
Lydia Yu murmured unconsciously, but there was a sudden pain in her chest, and the fire appeared in front of her eyes, and she heard the man's desperate roar. "Lydia!"
Lydia Yu woke up in shock, the clothes on her back were wet with sweat, and the injury on her left cheek was vaguely painful.
Strange, why did she have such a strange dream again, what did she forget?
From the age of 12 to now, it has been 6 years, every year in the summer she will keep having this dream, but there is no memory in her head.
Rubbing her sore shoulder, she twisted her head to look at the sleeping mother of the dean on the hospital bed, bowed her head and folded up the sickness notice in her hand, gently opened the door and went out.
Today, she was busy since the morning, she did not even have time to change her clothes, she was still wearing a cheap wedding dress for the event, and her face was not washed, she rushed over when she received the call from the hospital.
She called relatives on the mother's side of the dean's family to beg them one by one, but no one was willing to help.
She was so tired and uncomfortable that she didn't think she would fall asleep for two hours.
The air was a little stifling, and even though it was the middle of the night, the heat still didn't dissipate halfway.
The atrium below the hospital was quiet, and a few cicadas could be heard occasionally.
Lydia Yu sat down on the steps in front of the lobby door, her eyes shifted down and stared out of focus at the cheap wedding dress on her body for a moment before gritting her teeth and unlocking her phone and dialing a series of numbers.
The sound of the call bell, coming through the phone, each sound like a dull knife, lingering on her heart.
She clutched the phone tightly, like a prisoner awaiting sentencing, desperate and helpless, listening to the voice on the other end of the phone, full moist lips pursed into a straight thin line, tilting her head to look at the starlit canopy.
Since she owed more than $100,000 in unpaid medical bills, the hospital required that the money be paid before surgery could be scheduled. Before dawn, if she could not raise the money, the dean's mother would not be able to operate, and might not even live more than three months.
For a long time, the silence remained on the phone, finally came the impatient voice of the woman.
Lydia Yu's eyes lit up with hope and she spoke as calmly as she could, "Daisy, can I get an advance for the next show?"
The other party said something unknown, Lydia Yu closed her eyes and whispered a plea. "I really need this money, and I know I shouldn't bother you in the middle of the night, but my mom she ......"
Before Lydia Yu could finish her sentence, the other side hung up.
She stared blankly at the blacked-out phone screen, her back pressed against the marble pillar of the inpatient canopy, sliding exhaustedly downward, as if the strength in her body had been drained in an instant.
Dean's mother's family was unwilling to help, and she had few friends, only Daisy Yuan, the part-time bridal store owner, whom she knew.
Unexpected results ......
A low sigh, in the darkness of the night with no one around, rang out clearly, and then instantly blown away by the wind.
Lydia Yu wiped her eyes vigorously, the backs of her hands were gradually getting wet, and her eyes were stinging.
That was the mother of the dean who loved her the most and loved her the most, but she could only watch her being tortured by her illness and could do nothing.
I don't know how long it took, but there was a pair of black men's leather shoes in front of me at some point. The English model of the upper is immaculate, in the tragic white light, vaguely reflecting a few luxury floating light.
The line of sight shifts upward, is the man wrapped in suit pants straight and slender long legs.
Lydia Yu's eyes were fixed and she wiped her eyes again, but the next instant her jaw was suddenly and unexpectedly pinched and she was forced to tilt her head up. The man's fingers are long and bony, and the coldness coming from his fingers instantly soaks through her limbs.
His face is hidden in the shadows, the outline of his features blurred, but a powerful and compelling aura around him.
Lydia Yu's eyes widened in fear and she couldn't stop trembling lightly. "You ...... what are you going to do." This is a hospital, this rogue is too bold.
"I can help you." The man's voice was as cold as he was in person, without the slightest hint of warmth.
Lydia Yu heartbeat missed a beat, and the fear under her eyes was instantly replaced by hope. "True ......'s?"
At that moment, one after another in the darkness came several men, also dressed in black, surrounded the man. One of them opened his mouth, a smooth, unruffled tone. "No reporters, no one else, it's safe."
"Well," a monotonous syllable came out of the man's mouth, and his dark, dark eyes looked deep into Lydia Yu's eyes. "How much do you need?"
"One hundred ...... million." Lydia Yu's jaw was raw from his pinching, and she spoke with a hint of trembling. "It doesn't take a lot."
Is it going to help or is it going to kill her? It hurts her.
The man let go of the hand that clamped her jaw, pursed his lips without saying a word, his profound and unpredictable gaze fell on her face, frowning unconsciously.
She had just cried and spoke with a strong nasal voice. Her eyes were very nice, with traces of crying in the corners, and her eyes revealed confusion and overwhelm.
Probably the tears had haloed the cheap makeup on her face, and he could vaguely make out the scary scar on the left side of her face.
The man slightly narrowed his good-looking eyes, a meaningful light slid under his eyes, and inclined his head to look at his assistant. "Barry Lin, give her a check."
His little wife doesn't remember him, and her face with its delicate contours has now become horrible and frightening.
"Boss, it's already written." But in a few seconds, Barry Lin tore off the written check and looked at Lydia Yu with more than a little incredulity.
The lady doesn't remember the boss!
Lydia Yu didn't notice his eyes, all her attention was on the man in front of her.
He is very good-looking, his hair is neatly trimmed and elegant, under his thick sword eyebrows, a pair of icy deep eyes, emitting a mysterious seductive power, his nose is high and his lips are thin but not unsexy.
But he is surrounded by a coldness that rejects people from a thousand miles away, and his face is written with a proud energy that does not care to be friends with mortals.
Lydia Yu was so stunned that the man had already spread his long legs and passed her by.
