Jiang Huaiyi thought of this sentence in the direction of lewdness, but what was disappointing was that he only saw from her eyes that he wanted to kill **. He finally realized that she had just let him fiddle like that, and it was almost the limit of what she could do with her temper, and she would be stepping on thunder if she went too far.

Think about it this way...... Inexplicably a little happy.

He rubbed his head against her neck and said softly, "Happy birthday, baby Sheng." ”

"Who's it?" She said coldly, "You just gave me such a birthday present?" ”

"What's wrong with getting dressed?" Jiang Huai Yi pursed his lips scoundrelly, looking arrogant, "If you don't like it, I'll take it off for you at night." ”

"It's all yours anyway." He chuckled flirtatiously.

Mingsheng is depressed: "You ......"

"Shengbao, Lord Sheng, His Royal Highness Sheng, Queen Sheng." He called several times and sucked lightly on her neck, "I'm hungry." Take me to lunch. ”

Mingsheng had no choice but to go out with this giant baby.

Young Master Jiang, who loves cleanliness, insisted on going back to the apartment to change clothes, and Mingsheng complied with his wishes.

Jiang Huai Yi was slower to change clothes than a woman to put on makeup, and Ming Sheng was really too lazy to go out, so he took advantage of this time to cook two bowls of noodles with the last bit of ingredients in his refrigerator. As soon as he came out, he came out in the gray plaid shirt she had picked out for him.

The shirt is a stand-up collar, the collar is unusual, with gray and white wide stripes, and the pure white edge makes him as beautiful as a twenty-eight teenager. Jiang Huai Yi thought that this body was too creamy, and said: "Your taste is like buying clothes for your son." ”

"How can there be such a big son." Mingsheng sat at the dining table and mixed the noodle soup, and said without thinking, "At most, it's my younger brother." ”

Jiang Huaiyi didn't take the bowl herself, she wanted to grab the bowl she had mixed in her hand, licked the chopsticks in slow motion, and her eyes narrowed: "Brother, you are still sleeping, and you are not perverted." ”

Mingsheng looked at him intently.

Jiang Huaiyi was hairy by her: "You don't really have this kind of habit, right?" ”

“……”

"Aren't men the only ones who have a perverted hobby of liking young girls, and women too?"

“……”

Jiang Huaiyi's curiosity was completely aroused, and he seriously asked for advice: "That fantasy of a woman...... What is it like? "Men are not all uniform-controlled, they like what sailor suits women wear in bed, school uniforms. He shifted his gender and felt a chill.

Mingsheng flicked his forehead.

Jiang Huaiyi rubbed his forehead and deliberately behaved: "Sister Sheng's hands are so heavy......"

Mingsheng's face suddenly sank, put down the dishes and chopsticks, picked up the bag and was about to go out.

Jiang Huaiyi didn't expect her to react so much, and turned the chair to stay: "Where are you going?" Aren't you hungry when you eat so little noodles? ”

"Back to the hospital."

"Ah Sheng......"

Mingsheng changed his shoes in the hallway, leaned against the wall and turned around, his eyes dark: "I can go by myself." You eat. ”

Before going out, he said something behind his back. But she couldn't hear it clearly.

***

Hospital.

Mingsheng shuttled through the corridor, the dark white marble tiles were like a road of life and death, and she was facing the wind on this road, her heartbeat was so fast that she seemed to be unable to hold it. She walked faster and faster, but her heart always seemed to beat in front of her, and she had to speed up her pace to chase it.

When I walked to the ward, my chest seemed to be empty.

Lu Yaqin's door was crowded with people, and doctors and nurses were pushing her hospital bed to the operating room. After asking the nurse, I found out that Lu Yaqin took advantage of her unpreparedness for lunch and pulled out the tube.

Why is this happening?

The nurse said: "The patient was very unstable last night. This disease is very painful, the cancer cells enter the brain, and many patients will hallucinate. She always talked in her dreams, saying that she was not a good person, and that she had hurt many people, and said over and over again, 'You let me go, let me die clean'. ”

Mingsheng's eyes were red and bloodshot: "She has suicidal tendencies, why didn't you inform me earlier?" ”

The nurse was also frightened by her appearance, and said stunned: "People with this disease are all like this in the future." I held her hand and comforted her, and she fell asleep...... I didn't expect it to be like this. ”

The rescue continued into the night.

At night, she signed the informed consent form for the operation, leaned back on the seat in the aisle, half asleep. The nurse on the night shift kindly borrowed a blanket from her, and she wrapped her lower body tightly, but the chill still spread from the palm of her hand to the bottom of her heart.

Why is it so cold at the end of summer?

The hospital corridor was filled with the cold smell of disinfectant, and the windows were open high, casting a piece of moonlight in the distance. Even the light seemed to be cold, faintly indicating the end.

The nurse said that Lu Yaqin asked her for a pen and paper last night, guessing that she might write a suicide note, looking for it under the pillow of the hospital bed, and sure enough, she found a piece of paper and handed it to Ming Sheng.

Mingsheng was familiar with people who were more familiar with Lu Yaqin's words than her, so much so that he felt that the words on this piece of paper were not hers.

Her handwriting should be graceful, on the old yellowed letterhead, telling the lingering love. Instead of now, the pain of the terminal illness made her handwriting tremble, and in a few places it even trembled, and she insisted on writing only a few lines-

"Ah Sheng, the fault is mine, don't blame others."

It seems that an elder who was absent from her girlhood finally remembered how to teach her how to be a person before she died. She felt ridiculous, and she couldn't tear the paper.

-- Lu Yaqin is dead.

The death certificate is written in black and white, announcing the disappearance of perhaps the only person in the world who is related to her by blood.

Mingsheng found himself surprisingly calm. It seems that I have had a long nightmare, and now that I have woken up, no matter how sinister and mournful the dream is, when I open my eyes, only the trance feeling is real.

I don't know how many times the phone in the bag lit up. She finally realized its storage, picked it up and looked at it, stunned.

More than thirty missed calls. Electricity is at stake. Two of them were called by Xie Zhimo, and the rest were all Jianghuai Yi. And the call she didn't receive just now was from Lin Jun.

Lots of things. She didn't know what to do, so she went back to the nearest one.

"What's the matter?"

Lin Jun said: "You had a problem with your credit history last month. The bank called me. ”

These nuisance little things made her realize that she was really alive, living in a real world where she couldn't live without paying attention to her utility bills. This discovery made her feel very new and wanted to laugh.

Mingsheng really laughed and said, "I'll hand it over." ”

“…… Can I help you? ”

During this time, she took on a lot of work, her savings gradually increased, and she had her own plans, but there was no need to tell him. Mingsheng thought for a moment and said, "No." I didn't pay it because I forgot. ”

Suddenly a busy tone rang on the phone, and someone called.

Lin Jun's voice was a little inaudible: "Zhimo said that you have been worrying about your aunt's illness recently. If you need anything, I can help you with ......"

"It's fine." She didn't want to continue the topic and interrupted him, "It's on the phone." We'll talk about that another day. ”

Cut to another call, and the rhythm of the conversation suddenly changes.

Jiang Huai Yi's angry words slammed in: "Where did you run?!" ”

"I ......"

As soon as she spoke, she was immediately interrupted by him: "Do you know how many calls I made to you in one night?" There was no one to go to your house, and Zhou Jun went to the hospital to see that there was no one. Where have you been? ”

This time she had experience, knew that he hadn't finished yet, and waited quietly.

Sure enough, he took a breath and asked in a cold voice, "Who were you talking to on the phone just now?" ”

Mingsheng's voice seemed to have the power of stability: "Where are you?" ”

The person on the other end of the phone exhaled weakly, and reluctantly reported a hotel room number.

In the middle of the night, she was lucky enough to stop a car. In front of the driver's car hangs a peace blessing, and the pendant is a father-daughter photo. Mingsheng held the pendant in the palm of his hand while waiting for the red light and asked, "This is your daughter?" ”

The driver, who had deep bags under his eyes, was stunned for a second and nodded yes.

When Mingsheng got out of the car, the driver, who was obviously tired, said "go slowly". It seems that family affection is always easy to make people gratuitously warm.

She didn't ask for change and stepped into the revolving door of the hotel.

JAC is a couple's suite. The door was not closed, and as soon as she entered, she saw Jiang Huaiyi lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep. But it was easy for her to tell from his handsome countenance that he was just closing his eyes. His sleeping appearance is not like this, it is softer and more relaxed than this, and it is unguarded.

I don't sleep in a bed, but I have to lie on the sofa, as if I am deliberately declaring to her how long I have been waiting for her.

Ming Sheng didn't alarm him for the first time, and went to inspect the room.

Warm orange tones, the living room is carefully furnished, the bedroom bed is soft and comfortable, and the air is filled with a sweet fragrance. She guessed that the night he had imagined must be very different from the one she had just spent.

By the time she looked around, Jiang Huaiyi had already woken up.

He didn't seem to want to see her, so he turned over to the back of the couch and said, "It's past midnight." ”

Mingsheng sat next to him, leaned over and asked, "Have you been waiting for a long time?" ”

He rolled his throat with difficulty, still stubborn: "Hmm. ”

At this moment, Zhou Jun pushed the door in with two bags of supper, and was stunned when he saw her: "Sister Sheng, are you back?" He put the food on the coffee table, stepped back playfully, and his eyes swept over Jiang Huaiyi, who was awkward on the sofa, "Don't be angry with him." This kid didn't eat dinner at night, and when you wait until now, you're just a little more tempered, so you coax a little ......"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Huaiyi flew over with a pillow. Zhou Jun, who was smashed, hugged him, put it on the coffee table, and said, "Okay, I'll go out." Have a good chat. He withdrew and helped them open the door.

Mingsheng pressed his shoulder and turned him over: "Eat something." ”

He stubbornly flipped over again: "I don't want to eat." ”

"What the hell do you want?"

Jiang Huaiyi stretched out a hand backwards: "Hand over the phone." ”

She handed it over.

Jiang Huaiyi pulled it away and flipped it over casually, his expression seemed to be in his expectation. He glanced at her menacingly, and in front of her, deleted the second contact she had recently called on.

After doing this, he turned over and sat up, threw the phone back to her, and said angrily, "You are not allowed to reply to other people's calls in the future." ”

“……”

"Did you hear that?!"