In the office of the secretary of the president of Jiangshan Group, everyone was frying up the pot, looking at the computer screen and discussing. As soon as he saw Jiang Yimo, he was silent.

"Mr. Jiang is early!" everyone greeted each other and returned to their jobs one after another.

Jiang Yimo saw a huge photo of the computer screen at a glance, which was the shot of Song Baichen and Tang Xueshan kissing.

He frowned slightly, and looked down at the big red headline of the news, "Song Baichen's new favorite". The article reads, "Song Bochen's new girlfriend appeared at his birthday banquet last night, and someone recognized the heroine in the photo as Tang Xueshan, the granddaughter of Huang Weilong, chairman of Weilong Group. After the birthday party, the two went back to the apartment together. Song Baichen took a woman back to the apartment for the first time to spend the night, which shows that this girlfriend has an extraordinary relationship with him. When the two were waiting for the elevator in the apartment, they frequently behaved intimately, and they were obviously in love......"

At nine o'clock in the morning, the huge office and the group's senior management all arrived at the scene.

Jiang Yimo came in with a cold air, and it was obviously a high temperature of more than 30 degrees outside, but he carried a cold wind, which made everyone here shiver in their hearts.

At the high-level meeting, Jiang Yimo spoke in a subdued manner, and the people below did not dare to breathe. Although this president usually looks cold and has a good temper, today he is like an exploding boiler. Not to mention that the secretary of the president's office has been reprimanded several times, and even several high-ranking executives have been refuted by him.

Xu Zhou guessed that the president must have seen the news about Miss Tang in the morning, and the boss's body and mind were traumatized!

In the evening, Tang Xueshan went to the dinner, and after saying goodbye to the customer, she stood at the door of the hotel and waited for the driver to pick her up.

In the thick of the night, several black cars were trained to stop in front of the hotel.

Two burly men in black suits got out of the car and hurriedly helped one of the men in the car in front of them down.

"Mr. Jiang, be careful. She heard Xu Zhou's voice not far away, and immediately understood who the person who was surrounded by everyone was.

Tang Xueshan stood motionless, watching Jiang Yimo walk in her direction.

When he approached, she noticed that he didn't look right, his face was as white as a pear blossom, cold sweat broke out in large pieces, and his face was her familiar look of forbearance and pain, and the whole person looked dying.

She hurried over and asked worriedly, "Yimo, what's wrong with you?"

When Jiang Yimo saw her, his face changed greatly, and he asked sharply, "Why are you here?" and immediately reacted, with anger in his voice, "It's none of your business!"

Tang Xueshan had never seen him lose such a big temper with himself, so he said angrily, "It's none of my business, other people's husbands, it's not my turn." ”

At this time, the driver drove the car over, she passed by him, and Jiang Yimo reached out to stop her. He stared at her firmly, not saying a word, his gloomy gaze cutting at her fragile nerves like a blade.

Tension was in the air.

Tang Xueshan was defeated in his silent condemning gaze, trembling and turning his head, seeing that he gritted his teeth so strongly that the green tendons on both sides of his temples protruded, and they were clearly visible.

She was silent at first, then sighed, "I'll take you to the hospital." ”

"The doctor can't help it, either take painkiller injections or take painkillers, just endure it, anyway, it's all used to it. After Jiang Yimo finished speaking, he couldn't hold on any longer, he was weak and knelt on the ground with his legs, and the whole person looked dying.

Tang Xueshan suddenly panicked and helped him, his hands were very cold.

Inside the hotel's Presidential Suite.

Tang Xueshan knew that he was most afraid of light, noise, and cold at this time, so he only turned on a wall lamp in the bedroom and went to close the curtains.

Jiang Yimo was lying on the bed, his facial features were almost distorted together in pain, his eyes were dull, and his expression was numb.

Tang Xueshan brought hot water and a towel, and put the wringed towel on his forehead. Changing the towel like this, her hands were burned red and swollen.

Tang Xueshan felt distressed for a while, and whispered in his ear, "Yimo, let's go to the hospital." ”

Jiang Yimo turned around and curled up with his back to her, shook his head slightly, and the towel on his forehead fell on the bed.

Tang Xueshan called the maid at home to bring the essential oil, and suddenly heard a bang from the room.

Jiang Yimo felt as if someone was knocking on his head with a hammer, one after another, as if he was going to dig out his **. He couldn't hold it anymore, so he fell off the bed and rolled on the floor a few times before stopping.

Tang Xueshan was frightened by his fall, tears came out of his eyes, and he quickly helped him to lie down.

Every time he had a depressive attack, he would have a headache, and sometimes the headache was unbearable, and he would hit his head against the wall. She was very distressed when she saw it, and taught herself the techniques of head massage on the Internet, and every time he had a headache, she would help him do a head massage.

The essential oil was quickly delivered, and she mixed it and sat down at the head of the bed, only to realize that the sheets under him were soaked with sweat.

The natural plant essential oil gave off a good smell, relieving his inner pain, despair, and under her moderate massage, the headache did not disappear, but it was not unbearable.

After the essential oil in his head was completely absorbed, Jiang Yimo's headache symptoms were reduced a little.

He got up and sat on the couch to smoke, looking at her with some pain on his face, "Why are you with him?"

Her eyes darkened, her nose was a little sore, and she almost burst into tears, "Because he has your shadow in him." ”

After a long time, he spoke, "Cher, I'm so tired...... It's like I'm missing out of this world, but I can't die right now, and I still have a lot of things to do. ”

She looked at him with soothing and soft eyes, "I know you're in pain, and you must not fall, and then we'll leave together, to a place where no one knows us." ”

He didn't answer, and put the unfinished cigarette in the ashtray.

"You have a good rest, I'll go back first. Tang Xueshan picked up the bag and was about to leave, when he suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand.

His deep eyes were staring at her, his eyes dark, like a whirlpool deep and bottomless.

Tang Xueshan pursed her lips, suppressed the sourness in her nose, and smiled lightly, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

His mouth opened slightly, and he swallowed the words again, and after a while, he slowly spoke, "Don't go, hug me, I'm so cold......"

Tang Xueshan couldn't hold back her crying all of a sudden, and hugged him in her arms a little distressed. Her voice was very gentle, like the evening breeze blowing, "Yimo, does it still hurt, is there any painkiller in the room?"

He helped her wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and rubbed her heart dotingly, "You are my painkiller, it doesn't hurt to hold you." ”

When he fell asleep, she leaned against the window alone, it was raining outside, the weather was gloomy and dark, and she was a little lost.

Thinking back to the past, her face turned pale. The scene of Jiang Yimo lying in the bathtub and cutting his wrists came to mind, and he still has palpitations.

She remembered that her hands had been stained with his blood, and the blood that carried the heat seemed to leave a deep mark on her hands. For the first time, she experienced what real pain was, a kind of despair that could not be cried out, like a sharp knife cutting through the tip of her heart.

On the winter night of the sixteenth year, it rained heavily, and the whole city was enveloped in a dark and wet atmosphere, exuding a faint sense of oppression.

The hail smashed like a small stone and crackled the flower pots in the yard, and God seemed to think that the rain was too monotonous.

She reached out the window, the hail danced in her hand, the crystal clear hail slowly melted in her hand, and a feeling of unease came over inexplicably.

I don't know why Tang Xueshan always feels panicked, like something is going to happen, and she can't calm down. In the event of extreme rainstorms, things that do not go well will stimulate Jiang Yimo's illness.

That night, she lay in bed and couldn't sleep, and Jiang Yimo's sad face repeatedly appeared in front of her eyes.

Tang Xueshan knocked on the door, but no one answered. I knocked again, but no one answered. She tried to pull the doorknob again, but it was unlocked.

"Yimo, are you there?" Tang Xueshan pushed the door and walked in.

No one answered, and the smell of blood filled the dimly lit room.

After entering the house, she saw that Jiang Yimo's bed was empty, and she was horrified to find bloodstained paper balls thrown everywhere in the room.

Suddenly, she had a sense of foreboding.

The water in the bathtub kept overflowing, spilling out from under the bathroom door, red blood, red water, red all over the ground...... The water in the tub had turned crimson with blood.

She subconsciously pushed open the bathroom door, his face lying silently on the bathtub, his short hair rising upward with the pressure of the water, and his white light shirt floating upward.

Everything, like a strange famous painting, a famous painting that is about to die.

Instinctively, he ran over and hugged Jiang Yimo tightly, and was scared by the bright red blood and cried, "Don't scare me...... What are you doing here?"

With a hint of sanity, he fluttered back into his body and called out in a low voice, "Cher." ”

"I'm here. Her tears flowed down her face, and she froze.

He leaned against her trembling body and choked, "Cher, it's too painful to live like this, I want to be relieved." ”

Speechless with astonishment, she quickly untied the belt from her skirt and wrapped it tightly around the long, deep wound in his arm.

The nepotism was wrapped around to the end, Tang Xueshan wanted to tie a knot to fix it, but her hands kept shaking, and she tried many times in a row, but she couldn't succeed.

The injured person didn't feel any pain, and reached out with his other hand to grab Tang Xueshan's wrist, looking at her with empty and sad eyes.

Tang Xueshan's two hands were still holding his bleeding wrist, the viscous liquid seeped out of the thin skirt, and she seemed to be able to feel the warmth in his body, flowing out little by little.

There were many people in the emergency room, and Tang Xueshan was waiting in the corridor. She looked at her in such a panic that she forgot to cry. Maybe it's raining, the hospital is always gloomy, there is only a small light on in the corridor, and the fog pours in through the window, and it is so big that it is wet and cold, and people can't cry.

Jiang Yimo was lying on the hospital bed and woke up slowly.

I'm so tired, just a little bit, I can fall asleep forever. However, as if this hard road was not over, he was pulled back into the world.

He looked at Tang Xueshan in confusion, his voice was weak, "Xue'er......"

At this moment, Tang Xueshan realized how scared she was, and slapped him, "Are you crazy? Why do you want to commit suicide? Why can't you think about it?"

Jiang Yimo's eyes were hollow, he didn't speak, and when he had a depressive attack, many behaviors were uncontrollable to him.

She scolded to the end, she couldn't cry, she couldn't help lying on Jiang Yimo's body anymore, and cried loudly, "Yimo, you can't die, you can't leave me, please." ”

Jiang Yimo slowly raised his hand to stroke Tang Xueshan's hair, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... I'm sorry, I tried, but despair swallowed me like an endless darkness. ”

Jiang Yimo closed his eyes in pain, his face pale with pain. His cold and desperate heart was warmed gently by her.

Jiang Yimo spread out his hands that had been sutured up, revealing blood-red bandages, and asked softly, "Xue'er, do you think my hands will have scars?"

Tang Xueshan frowned, thinking to herself, such a serious wound, it must be a scar, but she was afraid that he would be uncomfortable, so she had to comfort, "No, just let the doctor prescribe some medicine in a while, it will definitely not leave a scar." ”

"Really?" Jiang Yimo looked disappointed, silently looking at his wrist, his body shrouded in dim light.

Every time Tang Xueshan thought about it, her heart felt like it was choked, and she couldn't breathe.