Chapter 50

It may be that Zhou Yuanxin didn't eat well for a long time. Zhou Yuanxin can even see jagged bones.

White back is a large area of scald, above the scald, is a knife deep visible bone injury.

"Does it look good?" Zhou Yuanxin smiled.

Xu Zihan pulled Zhou Yuanxin's wrist and bit her teeth tightly: "Zhou Yuanxin, don't give me a funny face!"

"You're angry, sister Zihan." Zhou Yuanxin looked at Xu Zihan quietly.

Xu Zihan could only endure his anger and said, "where's the medicine box? Where's your medicine box?"

"Throw it away." Zhou Yuanxin sat down on the sofa.

Blood flowed from the split wound and printed pieces of red plum on the white sofa.

Zhou Yuanxin looked down at the blood on the sofa.

Zhang Zheng picked up a medicine bottle from the tea table. There was no medicine in it: "sleeping pills."

"And the knife."

Zhou Yuanxin smiled and shook her wrist like a naive little girl. She couldn't see the original flesh wrist, "as well as the toilet rope and kitchen gas."

"I've tried every method of death." Zhou Yuanxin counted with her fingers. "I've tried cutting my wrists, hanging, gas poisoning and taking medicine."

"But every time I regret it, I cry to call 120 and spit out the medicine."

Zhou Yuanxin said calmly, as if she were saying something that has nothing to do with herself: "I don't want to die, I'm not willing to die, but I'm very eager to die... Sister ah Qiao can tolerate me. Up to now, I don't hate her, really."

Xu Zihan took a deep breath and said, "follow me to the hospital."

"Why go to the hospital?" Zhou Yuanxin turned her eyes to Zhang Zheng. "Sister a Qiao asked you to come... That's right. It seems that I can only treat guests by myself now."

"Calm down," said Zhang Zheng gently.

"I'm calm what? I'm calm." Zhou Yuanxin said to herself, "I feel that I may be crazy. My body and mind already belong to him, but he can't come back to see me... So what's the use of this perfect leather bag?"

"Just in time, you're here." Zhou Yuanxin picked up the fruit knife and said faintly, "today... It's just the turn of this dough. If you're still interested, please."

Then Zhou Yuanxin stabbed her face with a knife.

"Bang!"

Xu Zihan kicked over the tea table.

Zhou Yuanxin was stunned.

"Zhou Yuanxin." Xu Zihan took a deep breath, "you know what my temper is. Don't be angry with me, will you?"

Zhou Yuanxin was stunned for a while before smiling: "I'm sorry, sister Zihan, I let you down, but I... Really can't hold on."

"Why on earth are you!" Xu Zihan was also a little excited. "Why! Can't you live well! There are so many things that can't be done!"

Zhou Yuanxin stood up, stretched out her arm and gave Xu Zihan a big hug: "I miss you very much."

Xu Zihan was full of anger and held back: "can you say it well, good boy, stop making trouble."

Zhou Yuanxin held Xu Zihan tightly. She was only half a head lower than Xu Zihan, but she looked as thin as a child.

"Can you tell me something?" Xu Zihan softened her tone. In the face of Zhou Yuanxin, she really couldn't lose her temper.

Zhou Yuanxin loosened Xu Zihan and looked at Xu Zihan's face with big eyes.

Xu Zihan was a little flustered: "what do you want to do, Yuanyuan?"

"No." Zhou Yuanxin turned and fiercely opened the curtain.

The evening sun poured in, and the butterfly bone standing on Zhou Yuanxin's bare back looked like a real wing. A black whale tattoo on her back waist looked so abrupt on her white skin.

"I have nothing to regret..."

Zhang Zheng felt more and more wrong. He took a fierce step forward, and Zhou Yuanxin just opened the window and jumped down.

"I'll go!" Zhang Zhengyi grabbed Zhou Yuanxin's arm and tried his best to pull people up, "what can't die! Come back! Someone wants to see you!"

Looking at a thin little girl, if you really want to pull her, she also has weight. There are green tendons on Zhang Zheng's forehead.

Someone's dying in front of him? impossible! Such a thing can never happen!

"Yuanyuan!" the door was slammed open.

Gasping for breath, Cheng Shi strode forward and grabbed Zhou Yuanxin's arm: "come back! Come back! I'm still here! I'm still here!"

Seeing the familiar face, Zhou Yuanxin was stunned. She slowly looked down at the high altitude under her feet and looked at Cheng Shi. Suddenly, her mouth tilted and cried: "Cheng Shi! I'm afraid!"

Depressed for a long time and collapse together to vent.

Zhou Yuanxin just hung out of the window and cried.

Xu Zihan pulled them away and pulled Zhou Yuanxin back. Zhou Yuanxin burst into tears in her arms.

"It's all right. It's all right." Cheng Shi hugged Zhou Yuanxin tightly and didn't want to let go, "darling, it's still there, still..."

Xu Zihan and Zhang Zheng watched. Zhang Zheng couldn't help saying, "I began to doubt the authenticity of those rumors."

How could Zhou Yuanxin, such a fragile and gentle girl, do something harmful to her lover?

"I never believe it." Xu Zihan said firmly, "I know Yuanyuan's character. She is very timid and gentle. Don't hurt herself. She has to cry for a long time."

Can drive her to self mutilation, what is it?

"Cheng Shi!" Zhou Yuanxin trembled and grabbed Cheng Shi's skirt. "Go! I beg you! Go!"

"No." Cheng Shi hugged Zhou Yuanxin tightly, "I won't go."

If he knew that Zhou Yuanxin would be like this, he would rather spend all his money and live a tramp life all his life than leave Zhou Yuanxin.

"I beg you!" Zhou Yuanxin was a little desperate. "They're coming!"

"What?" Zhang Zheng caught the focus of Zhou Yuanxin's words.

Just then, Xu Zihan suddenly picked up the tea table on the ground with one hand and smashed it at the door.

The weight of the solid wood tea table is no joke.

At the door, a man wearing a mask had no time to dodge and was knocked to the ground.

"Who is it?" Xu Zihan grabbed a pot of fortune tree and dragged it along with a large ceramic flowerpot.

The man was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he stood up fiercely, took out a gun from his waist and aimed at Cheng Shi without hesitation.

Cheng Shi subconsciously protects Zhou Yuanxin in his arms.

Xu Zihan's eyes were cold. He directly threw a flowerpot again. Taking advantage of the space for the man to dodge, he grabbed his elbow with one hand and clenched his fist with the other hand. He wrote down a hook to the man's left jaw.

The man snorted and collapsed to the ground.

"Pack it up." Xu Zihan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Click."

A crisp loading sound sounded, and the curtains were blown by the wind. The cold faced man in black stood in front of Cheng Shi. The muzzle of the gun in his hand pointed to the center of his eyebrow, and his finger was on the trigger.