Chapter 1162

Cheng Lin let go of Chelsea's hand. She patted the man on the back to signal him to let go.

"I think we need to get in touch with each other for a while," she said

Cheng Lin looks at the man in front of her and suddenly has some guilt, because at the beginning, she just wanted to treat Chelsea as a big tree to cool off the disaster, but she didn't expect that it would progress to this level.

Cheng Lin closed her eyes and said, "Chelsea, I didn't tell you, I may, I may..."

"What could be the matter?" asked Chelsea

Cheng Lin licked her dry lips and said, "I may not be able to have a baby for you."

Chelsea looked at Cheng Lin's face, eyes complex people can not see his ideas, asked: "why?"

Cheng Lin said: "I was injured before, once said that I might never have children in my life."

She didn't say that she left the child for Joe Yiming. After all, it was once a thing. It's really inappropriate to say it in front of Chelsea.

"I thought you didn't want to give birth to a baby for me. It doesn't matter, my dear. Now surrogacy technology is so developed, it's not a problem," he said

Cheng Lin smiles.

"Of course, if you don't like children, we don't want them," added Chelsea

Cheng Lin Leng, she can't believe looking at the man in front of her, asked: "that you such a big property, no one behind how to do?"

Chelsea said with a smile: "if it's a big deal, donate it. If people don't bring it to life or death, what can't they let go?"

Cheng Lin didn't take up the conversation. She looked at Chelsea and thought about the future of the two. She was so elated and full of longing. With a smile on her expressionless face.

Cheng Lin stayed at home with Chelsea for three days. On the night of the third day, she was painting with her and received a phone call.

It's Zheng Feilin's.

Cheng Lin thought about it and got through, not because she wanted to, but because she still wanted to hear from Zheng Feilin whether Qiao Yiming was still alive.

Zheng Feilin didn't expect that Cheng Lin would get through her phone. She screamed and cried: "brother Yiming is in your house. He won't let anyone in. He hasn't been out for three days..."

Cheng Lin's heart tightened instantly. She said, "if he doesn't let you in, you really won't go in? Why are you so obedient at this time? If you're going to die, move him out of my house. Don't let him die in my room. Bad luck

"Do you think we don't want to take him out?" Zheng said? He has a gun in his hand. Who wants to shoot as soon as he enters the door? Who is willing to die

"Then let him starve to death in the house."

Cheng Lin hangs up and sits next to Chelsea. The man looked back at her when she was on the phone, and then went on with his hand.

He doesn't want to interfere in Cheng Lin's decision. Although they are still friends and girlfriends, neither of them has the right to restrict each other's behavior.

Cheng Lin's lips are dry. She licks the lip flap. Her mind is full of Qiao Yiming's needle eyes on her wrist and her pale face.

Cheng Lin finally couldn't sit still. She got up and said to Chelsea, "I have something to deal with."

Chelsea put down the pen, looked back at her, face is still gentle: "do you want me to send you?"

Cheng Lin shook her head: "no, I'll go by myself. It's already this time, so I don't have to trouble you."

Cheng Lin tidied up her clothes and went out of the house. At last, Chelsea couldn't help asking, "will you come back later?"

Cheng Lin smiles, she did not look back, said: "when the matter is solved, you miss me, I will come back."

With that, Cheng Lin hurried out of the gate of Chelsea's villa.

She took a taxi and rushed back to her home. A group of people gathered at the door of her small room. Cheng Lin had seen them more or less. They were Qiao Yiming's confidants and his right-hand man.

Zheng Feilin is in the position closest to the door. She is crying and looks like a wimp. It seems that Qiao Yiming is dead.

Cheng Lin sighed. This time, she didn't expect such a big deal. She bit her teeth and asked, "is he still alive?"

Someone replied, "there's still strength to shoot."

"Good."

Cheng Lin heard his words, directly opened the door of the room, Qiao Yiming's voice came from the sofa, the voice is very hoarse: "out."

The muzzle of the black forehead gun is facing the door, which is very frightening. Zheng Feilin is hiding in the last face at this time. She only dares to look inside with her eyes open.

Cheng Lin said, "out? Where to get out? From my own home? "Qiao Yiming hears Cheng Lin's voice, suddenly there is no movement, but the muzzle of the black gun is still facing the door. Cheng Lin asked the person behind him: "where is the nutrition needle?"

Someone put the needle in Cheng Lin's hand.

Cheng Lin closed the door, did not care about the black muzzle, she approached the room, came to Qiao Yiming's side.

The man has lost a lot of weight, even his lips are abnormally pale, and his fingertips are bloody. He should have been sitting on this sofa these three days, and the sofa cover is full of blood stains on the man's fingers.

Cheng Lin grits her teeth and grabs Qiao Yiming's hand. She gives Qiao Yiming an injection of nutrition and throws the needle away. Then she gets up and goes to other places.

Joe Yiming subconsciously grabbed her hand: "where are you going, and going to the home of Chelsea?"

Cheng Lin looked at Qiao Yiming's dark and resentful eyes. She sighed, patted the back of Qiao Yiming's hand and said, "I'll make some porridge for you."

She said so, Joe Yiming just let go, let her go to the kitchen.

Cheng Lin washes the rice. When she sits on the fire, she goes out into her bedroom. She takes a tube of ointment and bandages.

She squatted in front of Qiao Yiming's body, holding Qiao Yiming's hand, fingertips stained with ointment, a little bit to help him daub. Cheng Lin looks at this pair of originally crystal clear jade run hand to become such miserable appearance, can't say not distressed. When she applied the medicine, she tried very hard. She deliberately made Joe cry in pain.

Qiao Yiming uses his own behavior to let Cheng Lin understand that he still cares about him, or can't watch him die, and even don't want him to have a bad life.

Qiao Yiming frowned and said, "it hurts."

Cheng Lin sneers: "bear it."

Does it hurt? How painful can it be? There will never be their own heartache.