She twisted her shoulders, a little numb.

Leaning sideways, his eyes closed and resting peacefully on her shoulders, breathing shallowly like a child.

Pretending to be asleep? Or is she asleep?

"Good. He opened his eyes suddenly, and they were clear, and the dark bottom of his eyes seemed to be a spring leading to the deep sea, and he could not distinguish the depth.

The night is quiet, cool.

Qin Yang was a little annoyed, she couldn't read any information from this man.

"What?"

He said that he would never ignore her again, and explained to her that there were a lot of troubles on the board of directors and a lot of troubles in Yuecheng Area B, which made her feel bad, and the matter in Meng Zhe's hands could be regarded as dangerous, but in his opinion, it was the troubles at work.

The heart is big enough.

"As for you, let you wear more clothes in the morning, and just reason with me there and talk to me about the majestic life and death......" He leaned his hands on the back of his head and looked at her in good spirits leisurely, no longer the sluggish little appearance in the afternoon, as if the person who cried to death at night was not her at all, not salty or indifferent, "Now full of blood and resurrection?"

He always turned the conversation to her at the most critical moment.

Qin Yang smiled wryly, "Hehe." Her eyes didn't leave him for a moment, and she couldn't tell whether it was true or false in a half-hung tone.

At least now he gave an explanation, no longer just watching silently and not speaking.

But she wasn't satisfied.

"I sometimes think that you are not close to you, and I don't know you at all. She pulled up the quilt again and wrapped it tightly, only revealing one head, and poured out what she had always wanted to say to him in an emotional tone, croaking and muttering, "If you don't want to say it, don't say it, why force yourself!"

Zhou Zhixing seemed to hear her muttering something but didn't hear it, she threw him half of the quilt, "Let's sleep!"

Home is a harbor, and she is trying to be a good wife, and she will be a good mother in the near future.

There was a constant whistling in her ears, and she frowned.

Annoying!

Cold, thirsty and hot, as if she was in an extremely cold place, the cold soaked into the bone marrow, she tightly shrunk herself into a ball, resisting the cold of the forest, a fire burned deep in her heart, scorching and baking, the dazzling fiery red wrapped the black figure, and a figure rushed towards her in the firelight...... The familiar young man tore her flesh and blood with his fangs wide in the blink of an eye, she clung to the wall behind her, her throat was choked by the smoke and she couldn't make a sound, it was her and not her, she was anxious and wanted to gasp for breath but was swallowed up in the billowing smoke, she couldn't scream, she couldn't cry......

She was lying in the snow-white room, and she heard a soft voice asking if she was better, the woman was young and familiar, "Who are you?" she asked.

"You don't know me?" the young woman asked her, she shook her head, and the woman called out to a young man, "Ji Yang, come quickly!" Ayang said she didn't recognize me. She pulled the man anxiously, "You said you wouldn't be burned stupid, did you?

Who are they and where is this, Qin Yang was sore and weak, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the sound in his ears became farther and farther away......

"I'll take a look. ”

Ji Yang?Ji Yang?

……

She fell into a deep sleep again.

She really had a high fever in the middle of the night, she was unconscious, and her illness came like a mountain, and it attacked her menacingly.

Zhou Zhixing was awakened by the heat of her hot skin, and her painful dreams, he peeled her out of the quilt, her body was wet with sweat, and her forehead was full of sweat, and she was talking nonsense.

He told her that there was no response, and she hastily packed up and went to the hospital.