Mo Yiming gently put me on the sofa, brought warm water from the bathroom, and wet the towel to gently wipe off the blood stains on my hands and body. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

From beginning to end, I looked ahead with vacant eyes, and let Mo Yiming help me wipe my body. It wasn't until my body suddenly felt cold that I came back to my senses, and subconsciously pulled the thin blanket on the side and wrapped it around my body.

He didn't speak, he stepped back a little, curled up and leaned against the corner of the sofa.

Mo Yiming frowned, threw away the blood-stained wedding dress, and walked over slowly: "Don't be afraid, I'll take you to take a bath?"

Mo Yiming said, reaching out to hug me.

"Don't!" I overreacted, and as soon as I said it, I felt a little inappropriate. Looking up at Mo Yiming's worried eyes, he couldn't laugh, his chin rested on his knee and said weakly: "I want to ...... quietly"

Mo Yiming stood in place for a long time, and then turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the living room a little: "I'm at the door, something calls me." ”

After Mo Yiming finished speaking, he was still a little uneasy. After hesitating for a moment, he turned to leave.

"Bang~" I heard the sound of opening and closing the door at the door, I couldn't collapse anymore, and all the disguises collapsed in an instant. Holding his legs tightly, he cried bitterly......

My grandfather was very strict with me and rarely smiled at me. But he never forced me to do what I didn't like, didn't force me to practice the secret art of yin and yang, and didn't force me to inherit the ancestral business of the Leng family. Even when I wanted to leave my hometown and decide to study my favorite major, my grandfather never objected.

Although he never said anything, I knew how good my grandfather was to me. The grace of nurturing cannot be repaid in a lifetime, and it will ...... in the future There was no more chance.

I don't know how long I cried, but I felt like my tears had dried up. His body kept trembling, his heart ached, but his eyes were dry and painful, and he couldn't shed a single tear anymore.

I was tired of crying, and my consciousness gradually blurred with my back against the sofa.

……

When I woke up again, I found myself lying on a large bed in the bedroom, which was darkly lit. I rubbed my sore eyes, slowly got up from the head of the bed, got out of bed barefoot, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and pulled the blackout curtains open.

"Brush-" The strong sunlight outside stung my eyes, and I subconsciously raised my hand to block it. After his eyes adjusted to the harsh light, he looked back at the wall clock on the wall.

It's almost twelve o'clock!

There was a slight noise at the door, and when he looked back, Mo Yiming gently pushed open the door and walked in with a tray in his hand: "Wake up, eat something." ”

Mo Yiming put the tray on the table, light millet porridge with pale pink pickled radish pieces, very appetizing simple food, but I didn't have any appetite at all.

Retracted his gaze, looked out the window numbly, and said slowly, "I can't eat." ”

My chest was stuffy, and I didn't want to eat anything.

With a sudden tightening of my wrist, Mo Yiming couldn't help but drag me directly to the edge of the bed, pressing my shoulders and forcing me to sit on the edge of the bed. Picking up the millet porridge, he scooped a spoonful and brought it to my mouth, without a trace of smile on his face, and even with a slight anger.

What is he angry about?

Mo Yiming frowned, and it was completely commanding: "Open your mouth!"

"I ......" I was just about to speak, and Mo Yiming took the opportunity to deliver millet porridge to my mouth.

He gently stirred the millet porridge in the bowl, scooped up a spoonful again and brought it to my mouth: "Only when you are full do you have the strength, do you plan to let people carry it to Grandpa's funeral?"