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Before Huangfu pushed her away, she bit her lips and murmured, "Huanhuan, would you like to come home with me?! Huanhuan, let's go back to Chuncheng...... "

She really can't bear it. He's continuing to suffer here.

As long as they can be together, she doesn't think everything else matters.

She just wanted him to live and live well, not so hard.

Huangfu's deep eyes, staring straight at the woman in his arms, were expressionless and pushed her away with a little effort.

He looked at the tearful woman coldly and said, "roll"

Su Jingya bit her lips and shook her head severely: "I won't roll!! Where you are, I am. If you don't come back to Chuncheng with me, then I live here too. "

Su Jingya has long eyelashes and clear tears. Her eyes are red and swollen, but her expression is firm.

Huangfuyu looked at her serious appearance and said coldly, "do you think I won't kill you?"

"If you kill me, I will not leave. Huanhuan, I will never be separated from you in this life. " Su Jingya pouts her lips. Seeing his attitude is so cold, she feels wronged and afraid that he doesn't believe it. She emphasizes, "really, I will never leave."

Huangfu looks into her eyes, eyes are bright, sharp and Yin cold, bursting out a strong murderous spirit.

Su Jingya was frightened and scared by his sharp eyes. She lowered her head and flipped the ointment in her pocket. She said softly, "wound, is the medicine applied?"?! I'll give you some medicine! "

Bang a gun on her forehead.

Su Jingya clearly felt the cold temperature of the metal muzzle.

However, after a pause of a second, Su Jingya began to slowly search for the ointment in her pocket.

The medicine was prepared by orr himself.

There's a post it note that clearly records the steps of wound treatment and the dosage of ointment.

Creak

gun, loading sound.

The stillness of the basement was loud and harsh.

Su Jingya felt tense all over her body. There was a strong and extreme cold wind in her back. She was so cold and excited.

Suddenly he raised his head, but met Huang Fu's dark eyes, like eyes that couldn't find out the black hole. He looked at her calmly without any emotion.

Su Jingya bit her lips, raised her cold hand, touched his outline, and

She whispered: "you want to kill me, I have nothing to say, not to mention any complaints, after all, I caused you to become like this. But Huanhuan Can you kill me when I give birth to my daughter?! In this period of time, let me accompany you to take care of you, OK? " Even if she died, he was accompanied by two more daughters, at least his future life would not be too lonely and desolate without her.

Daughter, how beautiful, warm people's hearts of the term, is so let people look forward to and yearn for.

It's not just her, it's his dream. They want to dream

in another two months, they can make their dream come true.

However, compared with Su Jing's sincere plea, Huangfu Yu's performance is As cold as ever.

Not at all.

He stared at her without blinking, and his lips were cold. He smiled fiercely and bloodthirsty. Before Su Jingya could understand the meaning behind his smile, Huangfu Yu pulled the trigger's finger and suddenly pressed

Dong

the earth shaking gunshots add a strong smell of gunpowder in the extremely quiet closed basement, the moist and decadent air

At ten o'clock in the morning in America, the sun should be shining, but The hidden basement is dark as night.

Su Jingya has been holding Huangfu Yu's hand since 4 o'clock in the morning. She sticks the back of her hand to her cheek. She sits by the bed and watches him sleep. She does not move her eyes for a moment and looks at him. She flows and can almost squeeze the water. Looking at his quiet but pale sleeping face, Su Jingya is very calm in her heart, but she is also very tasteless, sour, astringent and painful. From time to time, she would kiss his severed index finger with her soft red lips over and over again. She was very careful, except for the deep feelings of the sole

Su Jingya never thought that she could hold his hand, watch him sleep, feel his temperature clearly, truly, and breathe the air mixed with his breath

She thinks that all these things in her life can only be realized in her sleep, but it seems that heaven is not thin on her.

Although he doesn't know himself now, or just thinks of himself as a stranger, but She really has never been so grateful to God at the moment.

As long as he is still alive, he can only feel his existence, no matter what he becomes, no matter how indifferent he is to her, no matter whether he will kill her, hurt her, no matter whether he can still remember her, no matter whether he will like her in the end, as long as he can be around her, it is good.In the past three months, almost half a month, Su Jingya slept almost all day, forcing herself to indulge in dreams rather than wake up.

Because, there is his dream, it is too beautiful too beautiful, so beautiful that she would rather sleep like this all her life.

There's a saying that's very good, which is in line with her current mood: when you finally can't sleep because the reality is more beautiful than the dream, you are in love.

At this moment, Su Jingya can't sleep because the reality is better than the dream. She doesn't feel sleepy at all. Even if she doesn't do anything but simply watch him sleep, she feels very happy, satisfied and happy.

Just

Su Jingya withdraws her straight hook and stares at the eyes of his face, and looks down to stick it on his cheek, the slender and perfect hand.

The eyes fell on only half of the index finger, and the wound grew into a pimple. The skin was all wrinkled and twisted. Maybe it was because the healing time was too short, so the wound was still slightly pink.

"I don't know, fingers Can you connect it! " Looking at huangfuyu's hand, Su Jingya was so distressed. The big round eyes were immediately covered with a thin layer of dense cloth. Within three seconds, there were hot tears rolling down from the eyes one by one, "PATA ~ PATA ~" hit Huangfu Yu's palm.

"Huanhuan, does it hurt?" She asked in a choking low voice, which was very delicate and subtle, just like a breeze can blow without trace. In fact, do you still need to ask?! Ten fingers linked to heart, how could it not hurt?!

It's all her fault. She made him this way.

So beautiful and beautiful a hand, so destroyed by her.