The housekeeper woke up when he heard the movement in the study, and when he came out, he saw that Mr. Shen Jijin was really in the study again.

Mr. worships the Buddha, and there is also a Guanyin in the study, and the whole room is filled with pine fragrance.

He asked softly, "Sir, you can't sleep again?" ”

The old housekeeper poured a glass of water for Shen Jijin and suddenly found it.

The messy hair is casually put on the side, the thin Ling Wei lips are pursed, the side face is handsome, and the lines are straight.

A tear fell.

Hang on the eyelids.

"Sir, are you ......" in an uncertain tone, "are you crying?" ”

As his personal housekeeper, the housekeeper naturally pays attention to Mr. 's body at all times, so he is very clear about Shen Jijin's psychological disorder and emotional apathy.

Sir, even if his stomach hurts to the point of collapse, his expression is very flat.

But now,

Sir, he actually ...... Crying?!

The man's fingers slid across his cheek and looked at the tear on his hand.

There was a slight confusion in his eyes.

"Is this just tears?"

"Yes, that's the emotion peculiar to people, sadness."

Injure...... Heart?

His eyes flickered in front of the little girl's red eyes, and there was a hint of scarlet in her watery eyes.

Tears swirled in his eyes, about to fall.

It makes his heart ache when he looks at it.

The page in his hand was flown in the wind, and he closed it, his hand already shaking violently.

At the thought of her, his heart hurt as if someone had dug it out and thrown it into the ice and snow, but he was not dead, he was still jumping up and down, twitching on the ice.

His body was stiff, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead.

Originally

It's called sadness.

Really, it hurts to death.

The sky was dark in front of him, and the exclamation of the old man in his ears.

——

in the hospital.

The pungent disinfectant made Tan Sang frown slightly.

Now she really understands that the previous warlord plane was all imagined by Xiao Mei.

And she just went into that dream.

Because the world in the dream is imaginary and too large.

The little pretty brain has been well managed.

Until her accident appeared.

Everything is starting to get messy.

There was a most unlikely ending, and after her self-immolation, all the illusory inches were broken,

Xiaomei wakes up, and she also returns to the real world.

Back here, her progress bar hasn't changed.

It's stuck on 98.

Tan Sang had a cold, so he came to the hospital to get medicine.

The hospital here is automated, and the nurse gave her directions.

Third floor.

This floor is quiet, and the hospital already gives people a feeling that the yin qi is too heavy, so there is only the sound of Tan Sang's high heels.

The group pushed the patient and hurried forward.

Tan Sang glanced lightly, the man's eyebrows were exquisite, and he had a rare appearance in the world.

It's a pity that his face is sick, and his lips are slightly white. The whole person gave her a feeling of white jade, as if she would break if she tripped if she didn't pay attention to it.

Be......

Is it pretty?

"The patient's symptoms were dyspnea, he suddenly went into shock, and the cause could not be identified for the time being, and now, he can only take an electric shock."

The butler looked embarrassed and hesitated.

It's just that if you don't wake up after three electric shocks.

This man is gone.

So everyone was in the process of silence.

A girl rushed in.

Threw herself into the arms of the man on the bed.

The only remaining consciousness of men,

felt that the little girl was like a marshmallow suddenly stuffed into her arms, her slender fingers wrapped around his waist, her little face was close to his heart, and she opened her mouth coquettishly:

"Husband, I miss you."

Just as he is busy with official duties every day, the soft little girl will throw herself into his arms.