Su Lianyin did not reply.

I sat on the bed, deleting the horrible messages one by one, and my eyes couldn't help but sour.

Who else can I turn to?

My dad has been a voice all his life, and his true friend is Uncle Liang.

In the days between Muhammad's accident and my father's fall, he had begged all his business associates, but the results were always disappointing, and after he fell, he rarely came to see him.

These few are also in Mu An'an's hands.

She has always been the president and runs her own network. And I haven't graduated yet, and the few friends are computer science majors, and no one is comparable to my family background, so there is no one to ask for now.

If the trust can't do it, I can only operate on my father, the kind of surgery that has a 1 in 3 chance of death.

When I thought about this, I felt a pain in my heart, and I couldn't help but hug my knees and cry.

This cry was a long cry.

In fact, from the time I knew I was sick to the time my father fell...... Until now, I have never cried uncontrollably.

Because I always feel that when people are in difficulty, they rely on a breath of breath to carry it, and first-class tears, this breath is discharged.

Once you are deflated, it is easy to lose your breath.

This experience came from my mother, who I remember crying the day before she died. She has always been rational and optimistic, and I have never seen her cry like that.

I sat beside her, not knowing how to comfort her, just looking at her like a fool, watching her cry, watching her sad, watching her weeping.

Later, I may have fallen asleep and lost a piece of my memory.

I only knew that after that day, my mother was gone.

I became a child without a mother.

As I cried, I remembered these things, and the more I thought about it, the more sad I felt, and the more I thought about it, the more sad I felt.

Momentum, I was a little sluggish in terms of feelings, when I was a child, others hated me, and even sarcastically mocked me, I didn't show much sadness, as if I couldn't understand it at all. Because I've found that when I don't feel pain, I really don't feel pain.

That's how I survive.

But in fact, this is just an escape.

Whenever I have an emotional breakdown, I ruminate like a herbivore, stirring up those sorrows that are usually ignored, repeatedly heartache, and being overwhelmed.

That's it.

I cried for a long time, until there were no tears, and then I finally calmed down.

When I let go of my hand, the whole room was golden, and the clouds of fire outside the window rolled in cascading circles, and the day passed.

And I didn't do anything.

I looked out the window, my heart empty.

Maybe I should really go and sleep with Liang Tingnan for one night.

not only sleeps one night, but also uses him to divorce Prosperous.

If that doesn't work, I should still be pregnant with Liang Tingnan's child.

If Prosperity is not divorced, I will go to the reporter to publicly break the news, and then ......

There was a sudden warmth on my spine.

I was startled by the smell of musk and tobacco, and at the same time, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist.

I turned my head stiffly, and before I could see clearly, I was kissed on the eye, and I saw Fanhua's hand pressing the phone keyboard: "Why are you crying again?" ”

I wiped my tears and asked, "When did you come back?" ”

He typed, "At least two hours." ”

I was suddenly a little embarrassed: "Then why don't you call me?" ”

He laughed a little and continued editing: "Don't change the subject, tell me, who bullied you?" ”

I shook my head and said, "It's really fine. ”

Prosperous put down the phone.

He hugged me quietly for a while, then suddenly reached out and pressed my cheek and kissed me.

I'm really depressed, it's not good.

I felt I had to do something to relax, so I put my arms around him, turned him out of his arms, and responded to him with all my might.

Fanhua stiffened, loosened his mouth, and raised his eyes to look at me.

I didn't care what he thought, I held his face, lowered my head and kissed it.

My physical strength is really not good, so he is the one who dominates in the end.

But I've been pestering him, not wanting him to end, not wanting him to leave.

I'm starting to like it because the joy it brings is raw and simple, and when you focus on it, you can take it completely relaxed and don't think about anything.

I didn't want anything and accepted him completely.

When it was over, I was so tired that I collapsed on the bed like a dead dog.

The prosperity is still vibrant, touch here, rub there. I've seen that kind of red-faced romance before, and it often describes that if you do this kind of thing happily, you will love the other person's body very much.

It can be seen that he is very happy today.

It wasn't until the bustling indiscriminate kiss reached the top of my head that I reacted, and quickly opened my eyes, my body was suppressed, so I pushed it, and while touching it with my hand, I asked, "Where is my wig?" ”

Prosperity also looked at it and picked up the wig from the ground.

I was about to reach for it, but he tossed it aside.

I frowned, and he leaned his face on my head and slowly wrote with his hand on my body, "It's too hot." ”

I said, "You give it to me." ”

He closed his eyes.

"Hurry up and give it to me." I pushed him, "or I'll cry again." ”

Prosperity may be annoyed and let go of the hand.

He got out of bed, put on his dressing gown, walked over and picked up his wig, and ...... Went out.

I quickly sat up, and as soon as I picked up my clothes, he returned.

Sure enough, there was no wig in his hand, but he was carrying a hand-drawn tablet.

He opened the stand, put the tablet on the bed, put his arm around my waist, and sat down.

Because of this, I sat in his arms, and I felt so twisted that I couldn't help but twist.

He slapped me in the face and glared at me.

It hurts......

I didn't dare to move anymore, and watched him write on the tablet: "Let me adjust your aesthetic." ”

I said, "The word 'teach' is misspelled. ”

He raised an eyebrow, gave me a narrow look, and wrote, "You know your focus is here." ”

“……”

Prosperous wiped the tablet and began to draw.

First, I drew a sketch of the lines of a bald woman.

Also writing next to it: "Is it beautiful? ”

I nodded.

I don't know how to draw, but I think it's beautiful.

The woman he writes about has a sense of beauty that transcends genders.

Prosperity drew a few more handfuls of hair on the woman's head, and wrote: "Is it still beautiful? ”

I glanced at him.

He wiped off the hairs and began to draw the details again.

I reminded him, "She doesn't have eyebrows either." ”

He ignored it, removed his pen, and began to draw behind her, and soon, drawing an outline, wrote: "She has men!" ”

I looked at him.

Prosperity raised an eyebrow and showed a "what do you want to say" expression.

I said, "You want to express that a man can use this painting?" ”

After saying that, I struggled to run, but it was obviously a dream, and Prosperity knocked me down as soon as I was done.