"Uncle Lin, do I really hate you so much?" At this time, the door of the room was pushed open, Meng Shuixin walked in with a bouquet of flowers, looking at Lin Chuyang on the bed, Meng Shuixin knew that he should be holding even a little touched now, but no, not at all.

Meng Shuixin only has the pleasure of revenge now, and the regret that revenge is far from enough.

Lin Chuyang saw that when Meng Shuixin came in, he didn't have much expression, but he just looked Meng Shuixin up and down to make sure that the girl was not injured, so he sighed.

The two of them kept an eerie silence after Linshu withdrew from the substance, and after ten minutes, Meng Shuixin County broke the peace between the two people, and he walked to the windowsill and put the flower tea he brought into the vase.

"Lin Chuyang, do you know what I'm thinking?" Meng Shuixin illustrated it again, and the faint goods arrived, and his back was to Lin Chuyang, making it difficult to see his expression.

Lin Chuyang was as silent as ever and did not answer.

"I'm wondering why you didn't die, why didn't you die?" Meng Shuixin said lightly.

Lin Chuyang's face was still expressionless, but his hands were tightly grasping the white sheets.

Meng Shuixin said this, and suddenly laughed, and then as soon as the hand that was illustrating was forced, the flower was broken, and then fell to the ground pitifully, constantly crushed by the girl's screams.

Meng Shuixin had no way to control his hatred at this moment, and when he saw Lin Chuyang on the bed again, it was not weakened, but it became more profound.

"Lin Chuyang, you should know, I deliberately delayed the time, otherwise your leg will definitely have the possibility of suppression, at least any doctor can cure it." Meng Shuixin turned around and looked at Lin Chuyang, who was obviously full of hatred, but Lin Chuyang saw the pain from there.

Even Lin Chuyang himself didn't know when he could become so empathetic.

"Lin Chuyang, how do you know that our Meng family is on fire? I've found that you're getting better informed. Meng Shuixin said.

Lin Chuyang is still cold and doesn't speak, just like the first time he sees him, he doesn't speak or force anything, he has a cold attitude towards Yiqiē.

Meng Shuixin walked out of the room, and didn't even say goodbye, Lin Chuyang Yongshou Buddha touched his fallen legs, and he could feel the outline of his legs in this life, Lin Chuyang lay down and looked at the ceiling, and his mind not only came to mind, but the scene that appeared in the back of my mind when I was in a coma just now There is Meng Shuixin, and there is a picture of Meng Shuixin that he is not familiar with, but it seems to be very familiar.

Meng Shuixin was dressed as a young woman, he was wearing a long skirt, his hair was tied around his neck, and he was leaning against the side of the cabinet with a glass of red wine in his hand, and at that time, he was peeking outside the window, but there Lin Chuyang knew that the name was his own home, why should he look inside the house more outside the house, and why did Meng Shuixin fall in his own price, he seemed to be very familiar with that Meng Shuixin, Lin Chuyang can feel the mood of Lin Chuyang who is watching outside the window with the attitude of a bystander, not love, but hate, for the melancholy woman in the room who is drinking red wine, why, why is the one in the dream very Meng Shuixin?

That is, Meng Shuixin in the dream looks so harmless.

Lin Chuyang didn't know if he had a grudge against Meng Shuixin in his dream because he fell his legs, but Lin Chuyang had to admit that when he saw Meng Shuixin who was drinking in his stomach in his dream, and Meng Shuixin who seemed to be much more mature, his heart hurt.

When Meng Shuixin came out of the hospital, he was born to be less than that, Meng Shuixin was not a junior, he walked on the lawn of the hospital, and the water poured on him, and then I don't know if it was because of the rain or because he felt the cold, Meng Shuixin squatted down with his arms in good health, and he filled his head deep into his arms.

Suddenly, the rain above his head seemed to stop, Meng Shuixin raised his head and saw that there was a pink little red umbrella with such cat ears on top of his head, Meng Shuixin cried and laughed and said, "It's really naïve." ”

"I passed by the entrance of the hospital and thought you would like it, so I bought it." Wen Jingrong said lightly, the most hypocritical, this indistinguishable smile.

Meng Shuixin smiled and said, "But how can such a junior be able to take down the two of us in the city? ”

"It's okay, I'm skinny."

Meng Shuixin smiled, but when he laughed, he did feel a heart-rending pain: "Wen Jingrong, I'm a bad person, don't get close to me." ”

As soon as Meng Shuixin's Huayi fell, Wen Jingrong squatted down, and the small umbrella reported both of them.

Meng Shuixin raised his head and looked at Wen Jingrong's eyebrows, and suddenly a thunder thunder struck in the sky, and there was a flash of light in front of him, and the dream water system suddenly flashed in his mind that he had a long, long time or a scattered dream that he often did, red, no, it was blood, the sky was full of blood, and the river was full of corpses, and those corpses were open and dead.

And Wen Jingrong in front of Meng Shuixin, his figure seemed to coincide with the figure who had been with him in the desert, as if Wen Jingrong had been accompanying him in that bloody dream.

Meng Shuixin suddenly threw himself into Wen Jingrong's arms and buried his head in Wen Jingrong's chest, but in just a moment, Meng Shuixin felt that Wen Jingrong was not, not that feeling, when Meng Shuixin was in that embrace, he also used to lie in that embrace, not always feeling that the bad gem was scorching, and he asked for the heat on the table, and there was a feeling that he couldn't tell.

But since it doesn't feel right, why does the figure overlap with the boy in front of him?

Wen Shi drove, and the two of them sat in the back of the car, Meng Shuixin's face was covered with a wet towel, but Meng Shuixin didn t want to wipe the hair he had tried, Wen Jingrong looked at Wen Jiàn from the side

Looking at Wen Jiàn from the side, he didn't seem to want to help Meng Shuixin with any hair.

Just now, when Wen Jingrong wanted to ask Meng Shuixin, Meng Shuixin flashed away at that moment because of the touch in his heart, Wen Jingrong just looked at Meng Shuixin with tolerance and gentleness, but Meng Shuixin didn't know why the ghost made the god and said, "You are not him." ”

After saying this, even Meng Shuixin himself was taken aback, and even now that Wen Jingrong ignored himself, he didn't know how to explain it, and there was no way to explain it, why did he say that sentence?

Wen Jingrong is Wen Jingrong, he is not someone else, is he really naïve to think that dream is real?

That's just a dream, you don't know what to call a dream!

The atmosphere in the car was very calm and awkward, and Wen Shi, who had always spent a lot of flowers, didn't dare to speak.

But the ringing of the phone broke the strange atmosphere in the car, Meng Shuixin picked up the phone and said, "Uncle Ruan, it's really strange for you to call me." ”

I didn't know what I said, Meng Shuixin said, "Okay." ”

"Wen Jingrong, I'm not going home, send me to Uncle Ruan." Meng Shuixin said.

Wen Jingrong did not speak.

"I'll talk to you, Wen Jingrong." Meng Shuixin pushed Wen Jingrong and said.

Wen Jingrong put down the text and signed it and said, "I don't need you to take the medicine I want to send it, right?" ”

"Wen Jingrong, are you eavesdropping on my phone?"

"You're just sitting next to me, and the voice of your phone hasn't jumped off and I can't hear it, isn't it?" Wen Jingrong said with a smile.

"Uncle Ruan has something, you are not unclear about Zhuo'er's situation, and we are not at ease with others, if you are worried about going with me?" Meng Shuixin said.

"I still have something."

"If you still have something to do, don't talk so much nonsense!" Meng Shuixin was also angry, turned around, and stopped talking to Wen Jingrong.

Wen Jingrong was as tolerant as ever, and he was not angry, but he said lightly on the back of the hand of the wealthy businessman Meng Shuixin: "I really have something." ”

"I'll take care of you!"

Wen Jingrong pulled Meng Shuixin into his arms and didn't speak for a long time.

I don't know why I asked everyone in the deep mountains of Wen Jingrong, Meng Shuixin didn't push Wen Jingrong away, but just leaned on Wen Jingrong's arms, knowing that the car was parked at the door of Zhuoer's house.

Meng Shuixin reluctantly pushed Wen Jingrong away, but Wen Jingrong whispered in Meng Shuixin's ear: "Who am I?" ”

"Wen Jingrong? Are you confused? Meng Shuixin subconsciously avoided some Wen Jingrong,

"I just want you to know who I am and who the people who are with you right now."

"Wen Jingrong ......" Meng Shuixin clearly felt that the boy's voice leaning on his shoulder was a little soft, as if he was injured, "I ...... just now"

"Go ahead." Wen Jingrong pushed Meng Shuixin away.

When Meng Shuixin got out of the car, he looked at the car window and gradually on his waist, which of Wen Jingrong's picturesque Japanese face slowly disappeared in the darkness of the bed, it was Wen Jingrong who Meng was familiar with and had never seen before, although it was only a short moment, but it did make Uncle Meng feel distressed and unfamiliar, it was because of that sentence that he hurt him?

For the first time, Meng Shuixin felt that he could actually cause the boy's mood to fluctuate?

Wen Jingrong, who was in the car, looked at Meng Shuixin, who had already walked into the building, and stroked his forehead.

Wen Shi asked, "Young Master, are you uncomfortable?" ”

"It's okay, it's going to be the Wen family."

"The Wen family?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

Wen Jingrong looked at the gradually changing scenery outside the window, his eyes were deep, and then he spoke: "Wen Shi, you say, does a dead person have any weight?" ”

Although Wen Shi didn't understand what Wen Jingrong said, the expression of his young master who he saw from the rearview mirror was not very good, so he pushed the boat down the river and said, "Of course there is no sense and meaning." ”

The young man in the back seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and repeated softly: "There is no point in it...... yes, he's dead...... It doesn't make any sense anymore...... No more......"