Chapter 677

"If a poor man only eats vegetables and carrots to live his life, he will think that the most delicious food in his life is these two kinds of food. In his life, he will feel happy and satisfied. But once someone asks him to eat braised meat, he will never be happy and satisfied again in his life. He will remember the delicious meat every day and toss and turn every night. Because If he doesn't get it, he will become cynical and hate all the people in the world! "

She said faintly.

After hearing this, he held the cotton wool in his hand for a long time. He bowed his head and continued for a long time. He gently asked, "don't despair. Always believe that there will be people who care about you and love you in this world."

"Will there be?"

She burst into a sneer.

"There will be. Trust me."

He looked up at her warmly, hoping that his warmth could dispel the cold in her heart.

"People related to me left without even asking me, let alone others? I'm sorry. I know you're kind, but you should know that being kind to strangers is not good to her, but harm her!"

She looked up at him coldly. There was no half temperature in her eyes, which made her heart cold.

"If you treat life well, life will treat you well. If you hate life, life will slowly abandon you. Cheer up and experience this society well, you will find that there are many beautiful things waiting for you to find. Really!" he loved her more and more.

It's only a double decade, but it seems like an old man who has gone through vicissitudes and lost faith in life.

Young and beautiful appearance, but with an old soul, people feel very sad and powerless.

But he didn't want to give up. He just couldn't bear to watch her abuse herself like this. Every word she said tore his heart deeply, making him feel suffering and pain.

He doesn't know what's wrong with him. He should be so worried about a girl.

Maybe it's the relationship between parents?

Or maybe she saw her father's death with her own eyes, so it gave him compassion?

He didn't know, only that he didn't want to see her so desperate.

She didn't want to go on. She thought it was superfluous to tell people like him who lived in a honeypot. At present, she didn't look up at him, but urged, "hurry up. It's very tired for my hands to keep this position."

"OK."

He quickly took back his mind, carefully treated the wound for her, and then put these drugs in a small paper bag and handed them to her, "these are all ready to use at any time. In this way, there may be no scars."

"What does it matter whether you leave a scar or not?"

She smiled and didn't reach for it.

He was a little angry. He threw the medicine on the table and felt very uncomfortable blocking his breath in his chest.

After a long time, he asked, "do you have any relatives to notify?"

"No. my father is the only child. My grandparents died when I was seven years old. As for my stepmother, she knew the news earlier and ran away with other men with money. As for his friends, you know, people go cold, not to mention he has left the world." she said calmly, with no expression on her face.

"So it's just you, isn't it?" he gasped.

"Yes. It's just me. So there's no need to do it. Just buy him a cemetery with good feng shui. Other cumbersome etiquette can be avoided." she nodded, mature and calm, which frightened him.