After returning to the living room, the first thing Zhuo Zihan did was to pour a cup of hot water and put it in Bei Ling's hand, and then took out a small black bottle from his arms. He handed the red pill he poured out of the bottle to Bei Ling, but he didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly.

Bei Ling glanced at him, then at the pill, pulled the corners of her mouth slightly, and then took the pill and took it with warm water. All the actions were done almost in one go, without half a minute of hesitation.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Zhuo Zihan's face was not good-looking, Bei Ling raised his hand to brush away his frowning brow.

Zhuo Zihan held her hand, with a serious look on his face, he shook his head lightly, and his voice was very deep, "I'm sorry." ”

Bei Ling was stunned, as if she didn't expect him to say this.

He said, I'm sorry.

Beiling's eyes flickered, and of course he knew what he meant by saying sorry. However, this sorry should not be he who said, it should not be him. It should have been the person who forced her to take the drug...

"Cold, don't say that. Bei Ling leaned forward and hugged him, burying her head in his arms, "At least he didn't let my life be completely frozen at the age of six, and it is a great blessing for Ling'er to live to this day." ”

Zhuo Zihan hugged her tightly, but didn't say anything, just a pair of eyes full of scarlet.

"Did the family banquet go well yesterday? Did the old gentleman embarrass you?"

"Nope. ”

"Yes, it seems that the old gentleman's temper has subsided a lot. Hearing Zhuo Zihan's answer, Bei Lingzhao's nose was sour, she knew that he was lying.

"Well, the next time he's in a good mood, I'll take you home, and he'll definitely accept you. ”

He spoke slowly, but he was gasping for breath and seemed uncomfortable. Holding him, she could feel his body tremble unconsciously. The peculiar cologne smell on his body smelled stronger today, and it was obvious that he had used too much. The smell that is very familiar on weekdays is now mixed with the smell of blood.

The day before yesterday, he left in such a hurry, obviously something had happened. If it's the company's business, there's nothing to worry about, but if you want to go back to the old house, it must be a family precept. How cruel the old man's wrist is, she hasn't seen it. How could he easily spare a man who had made a mistake. Today's perfume is rubbed so strongly, in fact, to cover up the pungent smell of blood on the body.

He didn't want to say it, then she wouldn't debunk him, he respected every decision he made. Crystal liquid slid across his face, and Belling buried her face deep into his chest.

Just stay quietly for a while and don't think about anything...

The two hugged each other like this, and they didn't know how long it took, until the sound of even breathing sounded, Zhuo Zihan moved his sour arms, leaned over and picked up the person who had fallen asleep in his arms, and walked towards the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Zhuo Zihan did not turn on the light, but lightly carried the woman to the bed, and intimately folded the quilt for her. Lowering his eyes to her beautiful little face, his eyes couldn't help but deepen, and he leaned over and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

Ling'er, as long as I Zhuo Zihan is in one day, no one will want to hurt you.

After Zhuo Zihan took a deep look at her, he straightened up and walked into the bathroom. It's just that he didn't know that the moment he closed the bathroom door, the woman on the bed slowly opened her eyes...

In the bathroom, Zhuo Zihan had already removed his shirt, revealing his strong chest. The face on the mirror was still so handsome that people couldn't take their eyes off it, he looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes fluctuated, and he slowly raised his hand to touch the ugly scar on his chest. Although the scar has faded a lot over time, if you look closely, you can still see it. It was a bullet scar, and there was a row of tooth scars above the bullet scar, as if some beast had bitten it, and it looked very hideous. He smiled wryly, shook his head mockingly, and then opened the drawer of the sink, took out a bottle of disinfectant, cotton swab, and a bottle of powder from the dark compartment and put it on the table.

When he turned, his back was right against the door. Looking through the gap, Beiling's eyes widened in shock, and she jerked her hand over her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound. It's just that he can't control the tears of the embankment.

I saw that the table was cold and strong, but it was very hideous at the moment. It was full of scars, the skin and flesh were cut open, turning like a squid flower, and the flesh and blood blurred said that this is the picture at this moment!

The wound was behind his back, and he couldn't see it at all, but clumsily poured the disinfectant back, and the liquid slid through the flesh, instantly stirring up layers of white foam, and the white foam boiling looked like hot oil jumping in a pot. It hurts just by looking at it, and people who feel it with themselves.

Within a moment, Zhuo Zihan's handsome face was completely bloody, his black hair was also soaked in cold sweat, his sword eyebrows were frowned, and his thin white lips were pursed into a straight line.

Soon, he raised his hand again to pour the disinfectant behind him, and the stirred white foam carried away the blood stains on his back, turning into a red liquid that slid down his back, staining the white floor red. After being washed with disinfectant, the back is bloodless, and the flesh that blooms is dead white, which makes people look straight goosebumps.

Immediately after that, he took the medicine bottle, opened the cap, and gently shook the bottle against his back, and the brown medicine powder spilled out, sticking unevenly to his back. The hand holding the medicine bottle was trembling slightly, and at the same time that the medicine powder touched his skin, he couldn't help but snort, and with a shake of his hand, the medicine bottle fell to the ground, smashing on the smooth tile floor, falling apart, and the medicine powder spilled out, and the ground was in a mess.

He knelt on the cold floor, his head bowed, his whole body shivering. After a while, he raised his trembling hand, picked up the broken glass on the ground, grabbed a handful of medicinal powder with his hand and sprinkled it behind him. The embarrassed appearance, like a beast hiding and licking its wounds...

Outside the door, Bei Ling bit the back of her hand to keep herself from crying.

Sixteen years of companionship, she knows him too well.

He will never show his fragile side in front of others, and no matter how hard it is, he will grit his teeth and carry it alone. Every time he was injured, the smell of cologne on his body would be stronger than usual, so strong that it was a little pungent, but in fact, it was just for the smell of blood on his body...

It was as if a sharp dagger had been put into her heart, stabbing her in pain, Bei Ling wiped away her tears in a panic, and went back to the bed to lie down, pulling the quilt and wrapping herself.

Not long after Bei Ling lay down, the bathroom door was opened from the inside out, Zhuo Zihan had already changed into a nightgown, he slowly walked to the other side of the bed and lay down on his side, with his back to her.

Feeling a weight on her side, Bei Ling slowly opened her eyes, her sparkling black eyes looking straight out of the window.

If it was usual, she must have slept in his arms on his arm. But now he's afraid that it hurts when he's lying on his side, right? Not to mention lying flat...

Under the cover of darkness, the two slept on their backs and backs, but they couldn't sleep. Sharing the same bed, but each with their own thoughts...