Chapter 708

Mother said that she likes the flowers planted by herself, because every flower seed is a little secret. Watching her little secret break through the ground, grow up, and then bloom out the most beautiful and brilliant flowers, only those who know about flowers and her can know her little secret.

She remembers that time when she asked her father, "flowers always wither. Wouldn't the mother at that time be very sad?"

The father replied, "no, the little secret is always a little secret. When the flowers wither, they will return to the earth."

"Is a bad little secret OK?"

"As long as it's a secret..."

So she remembered.

When she was 12 years old, Sheng Yuchen asked him to start over. She cut off her long hair, hairpin, hairpin, and toys that she used to play with for 12 years and buried them.

She didn't expect them to produce beautiful flowers. She only hoped that these things, her twelve years old, would disappear in front of her eyes and in her life forever.

But now!

What is it? Once was. In countless nights, it was always a nightmare that could not be eliminated.

Chang Chu's face suddenly became ferocious again. This kind of secret is just self deception!

"I'm a little cold. Go back and get me a blanket!"

Chang Chu turned his back to the servant. He hardly spoke all day. His voice was a little dry and hoarse. At first glance, it was a little scary.

Because she suddenly opened her mouth, and it was the longest sentence she had said in recent days, the servant was scared and scared, and got goose bumps all over her body.

But soon, she recovered as usual, light way: "since it's cold, Miss Chang or into the room!"

"No, I don't want to! Hurry up and bring me something to eat. I'm hungry! "

Chang Chu's tone is very tough, and his mouth is such a arrogant instruction.

The servant pursed his lips without moving.

"You don't understand or you have an ear problem. Do you want me to call Sheng Yuchen and ask for someone else? Now, everyone will bully me. I'm disabled, right? "

Chang Chu bites the word "disabled" very hard. He doesn't know whether to win sympathy or to relax the person's defense. In a word, no matter what, it's good.

The servant hesitated for a moment and finally said, "wait a minute!"

"Well!"

Chang Chu answered, turned his head and watched the servant leave and entered the villa.

Looking at the flower bed in front of him, Chang chudun controls his wheelchair for a while until he gets to the back of the pavilion. For the villa door, it's just a dead corner.

Around the pavilion, the flower garden is still a mess of flowers and plants.

His eyes took a look on the lime platform of the pavilion, and he saw the obvious crack somewhere. Chang Chu's eyes followed the crack and fixed directly somewhere.

Reach out, bend over to probe toward that place, but discover she now this appearance can't get the ground at all.

Chang Chu tries to stand up and slightly moves her leg. It's no big difference. She holds her thigh in her hands and puts one of her legs on the ground. She uses a little force, and the pain is still within her tolerance.

With great determination, Chang Chu stood up in her wheelchair, a height she didn't even dare to think of recently, which made her a little happy.

However, she just put a little bit of strength on her arm on her leg. The sharp pain made her nerves spasm. As soon as the strength on her hand was released, she fell to the ground