The clouds in northern Sichuan are black and oppressive, and I don't know if it's going to rain or snow.

Long Weibo is to complain with Lin Qingyao's own subjective emotions, and many passers-by who scolded her in the past have now teamed up to say sorry below.

People are always fickle.

But once the damage is done, how can three words be relieved?

Lu Zhixing poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Lin Qingyao's palm, "Drink some water and warm up." ”

In the process of submission, the man realized that the woman's finger bones were so cold.

"Xiaoyu."

Do you have something on your mind?

Lu Zhixing didn't dare to ask, for fear that if he asked, he would be involved in the past, and what she had forgotten would be remembered again.

"Huh?"

Lin Qingyao, who had drunk hot water, blushed slightly, "What's wrong?" ”

"I ......"

A thousand words, but in the end it became a sentence: "When are we going to have children?" ”

Before, she didn't want a child because she was afraid that he would get hurt.

Now that all the disasters have passed, he also thinks that if he has a child, even if something worse happens in the future, at least she will not give up her life so easily.

Children are a kind of sustenance.

Her face turned redder, and she pursed her lips, not knowing how to answer him.

Lu Zhixing's throat was forbidden, she was like this, which made Lu Er a little unbearable, so he simply hugged her girl's shy demeanor into his arms.

"Ah Xing."

Lin Qingyao was a little sullen.

"I'm here."

The man simply put her on his long arm and lay flat on the hospital bed.

"You say—"

She lay on his chest, "Isn't it too bad for us to do this?" ”

Knowing that she has a pure and kind personality, even if An Ye has done so many bad things, she still thinks about the old saying - "Hateful people must have pity." ”

I don't know who it is on the Internet, but I forwarded a message that An Ye fans couldn't stand the fact that their goddess's private face was like this, and they committed suicide by burning charcoal.

The fan circle was shocked.

Probably when I like a person very much, once the image is disillusioned, the spiritual pillar collapses, so it causes all kinds of tragedies.

"I think—"

The man's eyes were misty, staring at the woman's tiny body squirming on his turf, "I could have been worse, huh?" ”

She knew that this man was always so improper.

Lu Zhixing leaned over and kissed the tempting lip.

She was resisting.

After all, Cheng Xiuyuan hadn't passed the first seven yet, and it was really disrespectful for them to forget the dead like this, so Lin Qingyao pushed Lu Zhixing away vigorously.

And the wound on Lu Zhixing's lower abdomen, after being suddenly pushed open by Lin Qingyao just now, it seemed that the bandage was torn open again, and he snorted exaggeratedly.

Lin Qingyao heard Lu Zhixing's snort, thinking of the time when he was in Xinghe before, he was stabbed twice by Zhou Hai in order to save himself, although a few days have passed, and the wound has not yet healed.

She asked, "...... Are you alright......? ”

Lu Zhixing was possessed by the essence for a second, and simply said aggrievedly, just like the porcelain outside: "...... Little Yo ......"

“...... It hurts......"

Lin Qingyao's right hand hesitated for a long time before he lifted his sweater, and the blood stains on the bandages were so shocking, "I'm sorry." ”

Seeing her guilty look, the corners of Lu Zhixing's mouth curled, "You come and kiss me." ”

"Huh?"

The man deliberately rubbed against her, "You kiss me, and then exhale into my injured part, and I will forgive you." ”

Only then did Lin Qingyao realize that he had been fooled, and kicked hard at the man, "You deserve to be hurt." ”

“...... Ah......h

Lu Zhixing, who was on the ground, hugged his injured abdomen, his face was pale, and he said weakly, "...... Xiao Yu...... You're a ...... of domestic violence."

Although he teased himself just now, the wound on the bandage was opened, Lin Qingyao frowned, and finally got off the bed softly and walked to Lu Zhixing's side, "Do you want to find a doctor and change the bandage again?" ”

Lu Zhixing took advantage of the situation and hugged Lin Qingyao into his arms.

"Lu Zhixing!"

Lin Qingyao was annoyed and angry, and he tricked her again.

"I'm here."

Lu Zhixing got up and simply lifted the little woman above his head.

"You put me down!"

Lu Zhixing craned his neck to look at the little woman with a red face, "Xiaoyou." I want to hear about you and Cheng Xiuyuan. ”

"I have nothing to do with him."

Lin Qingyao and Lu Zhixing's current posture is very subtle, thinking that he is angry that he will make trouble with the scene of "martyrdom" because of Cheng Xiuyuan's matter, so he explained.

"I don't care what you have with him." Lu Zhixing changed his posture and lowered her from mid-air, "Xiaoyou." Even if you have a place in your heart to commemorate him, I hope that there will be no secrets between you and me. ”

Actually, he knows.

I have something to hide from him.

A few tears fell on Lu Zhixing's face.

Lu Zhixing put Lin Qingyao back on the bed, leaned over and kissed away his tears: "Xiaoyou." I know that I shouldn't have asked about those, just all those blanks that I don't have in your time that I want to have. ”

"Those old things—"

They are husband and wife, and they should not be burdened by too much and leave a gap.

Lin Qingyao closed his eyes, as if he had made a choice, "I'll tell you after I finish meeting Zhou Hai, okay?" ”

"Hmm."

As long as there is a breakthrough, he feels that there is still hope in this life.

There was a ticking sound outside the window, and sure enough, the clouds couldn't bear the rain after all, and it fell.

However, no amount of bad weather conditions can stop journalists from thirsting for news.

Liu Kun looked through the blinds and heard the sound of a boiling quarrel.

"Brother Kun."

An Ye sat on the sofa, her delicate and beautiful face full of tears.

"You're going to help me keep this scandal down—"

Plagiarism is shameful.

However, An Ye, as a first-line female artist, can find someone to write or something, and it makes sense.

But the power of netizens is strong, I don't know who dug up all the bad behaviors of An Ye who framed the same group of artists in the past, and before his debut, he was a tender model in a certain space, and played a game of deep-water Z-|bomb with countless bigwigs.

Every photo is making Yiwei's image fall.

"Ye'er."

Liu Kun was just playing with An Ye, he didn't think she would be able to cause such a big trouble for herself, "It's not that Brother Kun won't help you, it's basically difficult for you to survive in the entertainment industry now." Why don't I give you some of the money and you go abroad to hide from the limelight? ”

At this time, Sam held the document and slammed the door of Liu Kun's office vigorously: "Mr. Liu." Oh no. The security guards of the media couldn't stop them, and they all rushed up to interview Miss An. ”

The crack in the door was just a small opening, and I saw the high-spirited reporter holding a cannon and asking loudly: "Mr. Liu, about your relationship with An Ye's underground lover for many years, is this matter true?" ”

"I heard that An Ye was banned by the realm before her debut in Yiwei, and you pressed her down?"

"In the previous murder case in northern Sichuan, the murderer has already confessed to the police that he was instructed by An Ye?"

"Please respond positively."

......

Sam is An Ye's brainless fan, and even yesterday he was wearing a small vest and purifying on Weibo to say that he didn't care if An Ye plagiarized or not, as long as the story of my goddess was good-looking, no one wrote it the same; He loves An Ye herself, and doesn't care how chaotic her private life was in the past; Goddess Ann does everything right, and he unconditionally forgives her for the mistakes she made.