Chapter 1498

He looked at a few short lines of words, and there was a smell of blood in his throat.

When the scene, he pressed down the book, calmly propped up his body, took a drink from the water cup, gently spat out a mouthful of blood into the garbage can, and then continued to lie back and read as if nothing had happened.

Later, when Ying Mulin woke up again, he did not see the collection of paragraphs. He only saw a corner of the page under his pillow.

She thought to herself, does it mean that he is willing to have a good time when he likes to read jokes.

In this way, time slowly to hypnosis this day.

In the morning, the story had been told intermittently for a week when it came to the end.

The window of the ward was hung with a curtain made of paper birds by Ying Mulin, but she didn't look at it much, just said with a smile, "the day I went out, she said that she would cook more dishes in the evening, but I don't know which dishes she would cook."

Ying Mulin sat on one side and listened cleverly. He said, "it must be what you like to eat. You never say what you like, but you live the most comfortable life around her, which means that she has been observing you."

"Well."

When the scene, jaw head.

I watched him all the time and flattered him all the time. In the end, I found that I was betrayed. Ying Mulin sat beside the bed, put his hands on the bed, looked up at the ceiling and shook his legs, "I really like my sister-in-law. In fact, I should have secretly contacted my sister-in-law like my mother at that time and asked her to teach me how to fold paper and write novels

It's better to let her spoil me like you. It must be nice to be spoiled by her... "

Unfortunately, It's impossible.

"What do you think, and you want to argue with me?" Smile when you need to.

"Why not? I love more than you. My sister-in-law must like me more than you when she sees me." Ying Mulin is serious.

“……”

When the scene did not refute, dark eyes, immersed in endless night.

She likes anyone better than him.

He killed her, but also forget her, the most unfeeling in the world is probably him.

Thinking about this, he felt a bloody smell in his throat, but his face was as light as water.

Brother and sister were just talking. The door was knocked. Jiang Lai pushed the door open and looked at them. "Brother, that's ready, but hypnosis needs an intervention item. Do you want to choose it by yourself?" Ying Mulin sees a smile in Jiang Lai's eyes. She has a bad feeling in her heart. For her family, today is a new life when she meets the new situation, and it will also be a day for her family to reunite. However, after listening to the story of a week, she can no longer tell it in vain

Tea is separated from her and her brother.

She is still in such a mood, the elder brother

When Ying Mulin turned his eyes and looked at Ying Jing, he was calm. He stretched out his hand and turned the ring on his tail finger. He said faintly, "just the ring. I'll give it to the hypnotic doctor later."

"Well, I'll go with you now?"

Jiang Lai asked.

"Where is it?"

"The rest room at the end of this floor is all packed up." Jiang Lai replied.

"I want to walk by myself."

When it comes to the occasion.

Wen Yan, Jiang Lai nodded, "OK, I'll tell you."

Ying Mulin looked at the door being closed by Jiang Lai again and couldn't help asking, "brother, do you really want to accept hypnosis? Do you really want to forget your sister-in-law? "

So good sister-in-law, forget?

People are already dead, but also from the heart, is not too much too cruel?

When the scene, sitting there, whispering a smile, eyes black to see her face, "why should I cheat my parents? I'm willing to be hypnotized. "

"Can't you remember that she lives?" Ying Mulin looked at him and asked eagerly. Once he got out of the door, he could no longer tell her this little story.

"No

Shake your head when it comes to the occasion. You can't be more sure.

"Brother, she's your wife. You can't just forget..."

"Don't forget, I'll die." She interrupted with a smile.

Ying Mulin sat there, staring at the scene“ I remember her eyebrows, remember every word she said to me, remember the way she tangled for me, remember the way she approached me carefully, remember the smile when she rushed into my arms... "The scene said word by word," I rememberIt's so clear that I dream of her

He is not afraid of pain, but does not forget that he is not worthy to be the son of Ying family.

“……”

Ying Mulin was dumb and could not speak any more.

"Bring me the clothes and I'll change them." When the scene, orderly arrangement.

Ying Mulin came down from the bed and took out a set of folded clothes and trousers from the wardrobe. This is what he asked people to find from Baijing apartment. The clothes and trousers are not very good brands. The black sweater is bought by Baicha.

When she took it out, there were dense stitches in the big pocket under the sweater, and she suddenly understood something. Ying Mulin held the clothes in front of Ying Jingshi. When Ying Jingshi saw the stitches on them, he said with a low smile, "forget that she has to wear the clothes she bought. How much do you think she has to hate me? She'd love to be clean with a scum like me. Don't worry

Dirty her clothes. "

Love a person, how can love to the end, do everything is cruel to her.

Is he wringing her soul or his own heart?

"My sister-in-law will not."

When the scene, he reached for it and said, "OK, you can go out too. I'll change my clothes."

"Oh."

Ying Mulin nodded and went out. When she came to the door, she suddenly heard a low sigh behind her. "Xiao Mu, brother really hurts."

Smell speech, should Mu Lin suddenly look back to him, but see when the scene is still that light look, face is still hanging a shallow smile, eyes dark good-looking, as if just said that person is not him.

“……”

Ying Mulin stood there, tears streaming down.

It was a long time before she came out of the ward and closed the door.

When the scene, out of bed, take off the body's number clothes, put on the sweater and trousers.

The sunlight from the curtains fell on his tall body. In order to coat it with velvet, the wide sweater looked very young and looked like a thin and pale boy. He went to the door and reached for the handle.

He looked down at his actions in response to the scene. I don't know how many times in the past four years, as soon as he opened the door, the man stood at the door, holding the steaming food in his hand and silently handed it to her

He clenched the door handle and pulled it open.

Long eyelashes lifted.

The door was empty, and there was no one else. With the smell of disinfectant, the wind came straight into his empty chest, which seemed to be a blood hole, cold to the wind.