"What are you doing, Han Mo?"

I looked down at him, puzzled, what was he doing?

He didn't speak, and rubbed his hand on my wrist for a while before looking up at me, "Does it still hurt?"

Hearing his words, I subconsciously reached out and touched my wrist, as if it didn't hurt so much.

I shook my head, and then there was another "ding" sound, and the elevator doors opened.

I looked at the elevator door and was stunned for a moment, and then glanced back at Han Mo, he seemed to be looking at me, but I didn't know what he was looking at me for.

He didn't seem to move, I hesitated in my heart for two seconds, and then walked out with my legs up.

This time, Han Mo didn't stop me, but he also followed me and walked out.

I was a little afraid that he would catch up, so I kept running out of the elevator.

Stumbling and throwing against the wall at the end, I realized that I had no idea where I could go.

And Han Mo was in the middle of the aisle, walking towards me step by step.

I looked at him in a daze, trying to run, but I found that I was surrounded by walls and couldn't run away.

"Come here."

He stretched out his hand and pulled me, not very much, but I didn't want to go with him: "Where are you going to take me?"

"I've got you covered."

As soon as I heard that he had opened the room, my whole body trembled, and I raised my hand to pat him: "I don't want to go, you let go of me Han Mo!"

"Fu Yao!"

He called me again, still gritting his teeth like that, as if I had done something that required him to endure it.

I remembered the last time he threw me into the river, he called me that.

I shuddered and looked at him stiffly.

"Drop"

When the door opened, I came back to my senses a little, and I didn't know where I got the strength, so I raised my hand and pushed him away, and ran to the front with my legs.

I didn't know where I could run, but I ran when I saw the road.

It's just that I'm too angry, and I don't know if it's because the alcohol is up, and after running a few steps, I stumbled and rushed forward.

The stomach seemed to be turned upside down, I wanted to vomit, my head was still dizzy, and I was holding on to the wall and remembering, but I couldn't stand at all.

The head was heavy and very uncomfortable.

When I was pulled up by Han Mo, I didn't have much strength to struggle, so I could only hold his hand.

"I want to throw up, you let me go!"

After saying that, I couldn't help but vomit directly, and I collapsed on the ground and didn't want to move at all.

Han Mo let go of his hand, and he didn't know what he wanted to do, but I especially wanted to sleep.

"Still throwing up?"

He picked me up and looked down at me, and I squinted at him slightly, "I want to sleep." ”

When I was put on the bed, I couldn't care what Han Mo wanted to do, my head seemed to be put on a big piece of iron, and it hurt to fall.

Han Mo didn't move me either, I endured it for a while and found that he didn't move, and then I couldn't help but want to fall asleep.

I don't know what was on my face, it was wet, I raised my hand and grabbed it, I was so shocked that I opened my eyes, looked at Han Mo in front of me, and subconsciously got up and stepped back: "What do you want to do?"

"Wipe it for you."

He looked at me, his gaze falling on the towel in my hand.

I followed his gaze and looked at the towel in my hand, was slightly stunned, raised my hand and threw the towel directly on his body: "Don't wipe it, you go away, don't touch me!"

He didn't dodge, the towel was thrown on him, and after a while, he didn't know where it came from, and handed it to me with a bowl of black stuff: "Decanting soup, drink it."

"I don't drink! I'm not drunk! You get out! Get out! ”

"I'll go out when you drink it."

As if he knew what I was thinking, he watched me slowly throw such a sentence.

I looked at him a little stunned, thinking about the truth of Han Mo's words.

I moved, pushing myself to sit a little more steadily: "Are you serious?"

"Well, you drank it first."

He nodded, looking at me with a serious expression.

I pursed my lips, but I still reached out and took the bowl he handed over, but I couldn't help but confirm before drinking: "I drank it, you have to go out!"

"Hmm."

He replied again, and I closed my eyes and opened my mouth to drink the bowl of so-called so-called so-called decanting soup.

It's not hard to drink, but it's not good either, and it's choking.

I finished drinking, but Han Mo was still here.

"Why aren't you going out yet?"

He reached out and took the bowl I was holding and threw it into the garbage basket, "I'll wait until you fall asleep before leaving."

"You lied to me?!"

"I'll leave when you're asleep."

"You lied to me! Han Mo, you lied to me again! Why do you always lie to me! ”

I raised my hand to pick up the pillow and threw it at him, he pressed my hand and forcibly pressed me to the bed: "Don't make trouble, if you don't sleep again, it will be even more uncomfortable to wake up tomorrow."

"You get out! Don't touch me, you let me out! ”

"Fu Yao!"

Suddenly, he raised his voice, and the strength of his hand against me became a little heavier, and I was so startled by him that I didn't dare to move, and I lay on the bed and looked at him in a daze.

"Sleep, I'll go out when you fall asleep."

"I don't believe it! Han Mo, don't try to lie to me! Do you think I'm still Fu Yao four years ago? Do you think I'll be so stupid, and I'll believe whatever you say? I won't believe you anymore Han Mo, and I won't love you anymore, you get out of here, get out, get out! ”

I don't know why I'm so hoarse, but I just can't help but want to yell so loudly, as if it would make me feel better.

"Fu Yao, don't make trouble, sleep well."

He raised his hand to pull my hair, but he didn't want to go, and his hand pressed my hands to prevent me from moving.

"I didn't make a fuss! You go out, I'll sleep when you go out, don't touch me, really, I beg you Han Mo, don't touch me, I'm really afraid of you, isn't it because I love you, how can you do this to me? What did I do wrong, how can you push me to Jiang Feiyi, how can you throw me into the river, how can you let me beat the child, how can you-"

"Enough! Stop it! ”

He suddenly lowered his head, his nose pressed against mine, and the two of us were very close together. I could clearly smell the smell of cigarettes on him, the smell I hated the most.

"You go away, go away!"

I pushed him, but he could grab the wrists of both of my hands with one hand, and put his hand on his chest, but he couldn't push it away like the wall that was fixed there.

"Fu Yao."

His free other hand suddenly brushed the hair on my forehead, palm against mine, and dark eyes stared at me tightly.

I was reflected in it, but I knew it was all fake. It's all a lie, and Han Mo is the best at deceiving people.

"Don't call me, don't touch me, don't touch me, don't touch me!"

His throat moved slightly, and he looked at my face with some embarrassment: "I won't touch you, don't you make trouble, you close your eyes, fall asleep, I'll go out, really, I don't lie to you."

I think it's the first time in so many years that I've heard Han Mo speak to me so softly.

I moved the hand he was holding: "You let go of me."

He looked at me for a moment, then finally let go of me.

I turned around, turned to the other side, and pulled up the quilt with my shoulder: "I'll sleep, you go out."

He helped me pull the quilt up, "I'll go out when you fall asleep." ”

My head is very dizzy, and I don't know how I got entangled with Han Mo until now, and it's easy to fall asleep with my eyes closed.

But I don't know if I'm asleep or not, because it's so uncomfortable, and I can't tell whether it's a show or a dream.

I dreamed of that night, the night when Han Mo rushed into the box to find me to settle accounts with the queen of autumn.

He pressed me to the floor, and no matter how much I begged for mercy, I didn't let go.

Those hands tore off all the dignity that covered my shame little by little, "Don't, Han Mo, don't!" ”

I begged for mercy, looking at him with tears and horror on my face and begging for mercy, but he looked at me with a ruthless face, "Fu Yao, don't you think it's too late to beg for mercy now?" ”

"No ——!"

When I opened my eyes, I realized that something was wrong.

The man who promised me that I would go out after I fell asleep was now lying beside me, looking at me with blazing eyes: "What's wrong?"

He raised his hand and touched my forehead, the temperature of the palm was very obvious, this was really Han Mo, not a dream.

But I had never been so frightened and disgusted for a moment, and I raised my hand and pushed him away directly: "Didn't you go out?" Why are you here? You lied to me, Han Mo, you lied to me again! ”

He didn't speak, and I endured a groggy headache and got up to turn the light on.

The white light came over, and I saw Han Mo squinting his eyes, and I also squinted my eyes.

I looked at him for a moment, lifted the covers and got out of bed.

But he raised his hand and dragged me: "What are you doing?"

I looked back at him, and spoke word by word in the sudden pain in my temple: "Han Mo, what you say to me never counts, except for giving me to Jiang Feiyi, except for throwing me into the river, except for telling me that you will marry Xu Ran."

I raised my hand and pulled his hand off, "I don't believe in you anymore, Han Mo, it's like I don't love you anymore." ”

I jumped out of bed, grabbed my shoes and sat on the floor.

But the zipper of those boots won't be pulled, and I don't know what's wrong.

When I pulled the zipper up, Han Mo directly reached out and hugged me to the bed: "Yes, talking doesn't count, so Fu Yao, if you continue to make trouble like this, you are expected not to touch you!"

I didn't expect him to be so shameless, to say such a thing, after a good night's sleep, the alcohol has also passed, although I am still uncomfortable, but I am also very sober: "You mean!"

He looked at me and suddenly smiled, then pressed me back into the quilt: "Didn't you always know that I was mean?"