(Cat flutter Chinese) "Jian Qing," Luo Xi still refused to go in, staring at the rusty sports car and thinking of something, "Jing Mohao has been poisoned, and the car... There's his blood in the car, there's bug blood on the door, you can go and see what's wrong first. ”

Jian Qing grabbed her arm and was slightly stunned.

Luoxi, is this a long-term illness?

What should be tested, what should be prepared is more than I thought...

"Okay, then you go in first, I'll take a look, don't worry too much, Hao has me."

"Hmm."

His words always bring infinite comfort, like a pair of big hands firmly protecting a turbulent heart.

The woman he fell in love with must be very happy.

Luo Xi nodded gloomily and walked into the house, while Jian Qing regained her solemn face and went out into the front of the car.

Jian Qing collected the sample and rushed back to the hospital for testing.

Luo Xi sat alone on the couch.

How is he now...

Have you been found by his people...

If she hadn't stubbornly asked him to take Luo Qi back, maybe Luo Qi wouldn't have escaped halfway, and there wouldn't have been so many hairy poisonous insects, let alone let Jing Mohao be bitten and poisoned for himself.

Speaking of which, it's all because of her...

That's right, it's all her fault...

Only then did she realize how correct Jing Mohao's evaluation of being stupid all the time was.

I'm stupid, downright stupid, and I have to bear everything for this man.

He always said that he was a woman with no conscience, and he didn't know what he was giving him, and he didn't think anything before, but now he feels that it should be.

Even a stranger who has done so much for himself has to be grateful to Dade for his gratitude, and he, the person with whom he has had the most intimate relationship, the man who is arrogant in his own world, has been consumed by himself again and again.

Until now, if she consumes him to the point of life and death, how should she deal with herself...

It's one thing to love him or not, but she can't help but be grateful to him, and as a person who still has a conscience, she can't help but feel it.

For Luo Qi, for herself, she should be grateful.

But...

Please let her meet him...

She would say everything that had to be said, didn't he want to hear it, and if he came back completely, she would tell him everything.

She just wants him back now...

Jing Mohao, I won't fall in love with you, I'll still be gone in three months, so don't you want to remember you for the rest of your life in a way that makes me hate you, I will never let you disturb me for the rest of my life.

Jing Mohao, did you hear that...

Hurry up and show me up here...

Jing Mohao...

Luo Xi silently recited a person's name over and over again in his heart, telling the pain in his heart over and over again, softly, stubbornly, and without omission.

The lacrimal glands have lost control and are flowing unrestrainedly.

She couldn't stand the smell of being alone in the empty room, and she got up and walked to the door of the backyard, as if witnessing this familiar scene, and she could feel the slightest comfort.

She slowly crouched down and curled herself up in a ball.

I don't know if he'll come back tonight...

Even if I come back tomorrow...

How she wished she could feel him walk in with arrogant steps, like yesterday, and scoop himself into his arms...

Luo Xi sat at the door until late at night, until she fell asleep half asleep...

The wind in the night was cool, cold, and needed him very much...

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