When I woke up, the first thing I saw was a frost-white ceiling. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 🔥 Where is this? Hospital? I asked myself questions. The kind of romance drama in which the weak heroine is hospitalized due to her injuries and wakes up with the horror of resisting reality is appearing on my face. In the next second, an old, old-fashioned woman's face met my pupils. The wrinkles on her face reveal her age of being at least fifty years old.

She glanced at me, "It's called Ruriki?" Changed dressings. "The unpleasant sound was like a frog in the door.

She held a bag of liquid in her hand and replaced the empty one. I knew it was an infusion bag, and the end of the tube that connected the bag was piercing into my vein, dripping into it with a solution I didn't know about.

What kind of medicine to change? I'm not sick! How could there be such an old nurse?

"Who are you?" I turned the doubts that had come to me into an independent question, and my tone was cold, and I didn't show any signs of injury or weakness.

I resist strangers, so I always cover up my weaker than a rabbit with a cold and hard coat.

"It's called Ruriki?"

The old woman didn't answer my question, not so much that she ignored my question, but that she was more like a machine that had been set up and needed me to answer her before she could respond.

"Yes." I looked away, and a more cold attitude appeared in me, and everything that could express this metaphor was absolutely outstanding.

She saw my impatience and disgust, and she didn't give me any good looks.

"If you want to see your father, you'd better be docile, and I'll consider going out now to inform him that you're awake."

You'd better tell him I'm dead. I really wanted to say this, but when I thought of my father's eyes of honey and arsenic, with all due respect, I didn't have the guts to dare to provoke him with death.

I pursed my lips, swallowed almost no saliva, and said dryly, "I'm Rurixi, please call my father in." After thinking about it, I added, "Thank you." ”

The old woman, who had been able to take revenge, snorted and went out. I remembered that she had just lectured me with the word "docile", MD, and I could only take the corner of the futon to get angry.

Father walked in. A demagogic smile like poison rippled across the corners of his mouth. The style of the aristocracy, regardless of clothing and demeanor, he has achieved the level of taking a step in the attention of the public.

You read that right, this is the ward. His daughter was lying in the hospital bed at this time, but he was so graceful and graceful. If I suddenly forgot that he was my father, I would have thought that a beautiful and suspicious man was approaching me, and that he was murderous.

"Xiaoxi, you wake up, go home when you wake up, I've completed all the formalities, you just get out of bed and come with me, right away, be obedient, don't let me wait."

He spoke in the same disorienting voice as ever, but only I know how much of the death order for disobedience was hidden in between. I nodded obediently, unplugged the infusion set in my hand, I pulled it out myself, I didn't dare to wait for the nurse to solve it for me, waiting one minute more is waiting for one more mode of death. The blood at the place where the needle was removed was gurgling out, and I hurriedly pressed it with my hand. Luckily, it was a single room, and no one saw me looking embarrassed at this time.

"Didn't Mom come?" I asked in a whisper.

"Xiaoxi, let's go home first, and then we'll talk about it when we go home."

He told me with the resolute back of the king—he was very hot now, he knew the bad deeds of my running away at night, and he gave me some time to think about it or weave a perfect excuse not to have my legs amputated.

I followed my father in fear, like a maid, and walked out of the hospital in full view. I don't have time to think about how I ended up in the hospital room after snooping on Yukieda's debauchery last night? Who are those hands covering my mouth from...... None of these questions are threatening, and what is at stake at this point is how I can escape the torture of being poked in the shin by the fire tongs, or wait for the cruel future of losing my legs.

My father was definitely a man of his word, I never doubted that.

I slipped into my father's black van, and as soon as the door closed, the slamming sound was like a coffin lid nailing - my "time of death" was approaching.

There were no words all the way, and it was as quiet as the end of the world. His father never hired a driver to drive him, he personally ran all kinds of seven-figure cars to and from all kinds of luxurious places, and he didn't let anyone touch his belongings, including the beautiful men and women he played with.

I wish my mother was here, at least a few soft words from her would give me a temporary shield - I don't have to worry about being punished as soon as I get home. It's a pity that she wasn't there when I wanted her to show up the most. And sometimes the scene I want her to avoid the most, she is like a devout person who shows up on Sunday, never absent. I looked at the blue velvet sky - you're kidding.

Soon I got home and I got out of the car. But my father didn't enter the house.

"Xiaoxi, you go home first, then go to bed immediately, and go to school tomorrow, you have to understand every word I say, do you want to be obedient? I still have things to attend to, and I'm not there at night. ”

Fingers still scented of perfume reached over the top of my head, and I nodded obediently as I looked into my father's perceptive and devastating eyes. I sighed in my heart, as long as you don't punish me, it won't be difficult to sleep and go to school.

To a great surprise, my father drove away, and I was pardoned. In a few simple words.

I lay silently and comfortably on my bed, my eyes closed. I didn't even bother to take a shower, and I was even willing to smell the potion brought back from the hospital. The familiar feeling in my heart came again, like a special and charming palace maid, and the lotus step danced into the depths of my deformed heart, dancing and telling me: go and wait for the dawn of the next day, and the bad news that someone is dead.

……

So it's the fourth day. Also the father and the shy boy in the dining room yanny. After that didn't work out, he sent his ** away, and then pressed me to sit in a chair, intending to talk to me about what I had run out of last night in the restaurant where I ate every day.

"Where did you go last night? Who put you in the hospital? ”

I didn't dare look him in the eye, anger burning deep in those madly obsessive pupils. I can't stand that kind of stare that would burn me to death. Like an ambassador who came out to maintain peace, he quietly and meticulously warned me: confess and be meticulous, so that you can survive the disaster without legs.

"I went to Oga-cho." My voice trembled, and I trembled more and more as my father's sought-like face approached me.

"Okacho? Why where to go? ”

"For-" Don't lie, my heart jumped to my ear again and whispered, like waiting to be weighed by Anubis in the heart, I can't lie, and I can't lie.

I said in a barely audible voice, "To keep track of my classmates." ”

"WOW, Nozomi, your behavior as a high school student is getting more and more fashionable." My father smiled gracefully and timidly, and then he took out the scissors out of nowhere—the 12-inch steel seam scissors, which I was no stranger to. Slowly, he put the scissors on the table and pushed them under my nose.

"Why? If you give any strange and implausible reason, one of your left toes will be cut off, just use this pair of scissors, and you do it yourself. ”

My God! Help me, I thought I would be forgiven, but I waited for the doom of cutting off my toes. And I'm going to do it myself. "Strange and untrustworthy reasons", the lily of the valley puppet is a strange and untrustworthy reason, but the truth I want to confess has become a lie that pushes me to the fire pit at this time, and my father will never believe it if I tell the truth.

The scissors glowed with a terrifying blue light, and the sharp edge made me feel the chill of death at a glance. I swallowed a dry throat, then turned to my father, pausing for a few seconds in the face of his impeccable perfect face...... I gave a reason that even my own surprise was so good that I jumped up.