She could sense her fate being controlled by an invisible hand.

Ding Bao knew that he was the same as Benben, Qin Bi, and Lin Jinmo, and they were all the objects of slaughter at will under the knives of others.

She didn't want to live like this.

This night, Ding Bao stayed.

The interest that Zhao Tangli asked for was a painting.

This time, he lay there without shelter, less than a meter away from Ding Bao, the dim light was casting, and the brush in Ding Bao's hand was slowly drawing the outline of the man.

Zhao Tangli squinted his eyes and smelled the smell of paint all over the room, which was familiar and reassuring.

"Bao'er, I don't know why, from the first time I saw you, I felt that your taste was very familiar."

So he always likes to come up without skin and face, even if he is scolded, as long as he can smell the smell of Ding Bao, his heart is also comfortable.

Ding Bao painted without distractions and didn't pay attention to him at all.

The man didn't seem to wait for a response, but said to himself.

"It's like a long, long dream, of a girl in my dream, smart and beautiful, who escaped me from the nightmare and regained the warmth of my body...... Bao'er, I always feel that the girl in my dreams is you. ”

This time, Ding Bao raised her eyes and glanced at him, facing this perfect body, her face did not change, and her heart was like water.

"I advise you to find a doctor and take some medicine."

No matter who Ding Bao is, she will leave a little leeway, especially when she needs others, she is even more friendly and tactful.

Only treats Zhao Tangli, she has an inexplicable rejection.

This man is also shameless, like a dogskin plaster, and he can't help but pounce on her.

Zhao Tangli was not annoyed and continued to talk.

"I lie to you, I was seriously ill and almost died, and in the year I fell asleep, I felt like I had a dream......

Hey, unfortunately I can't remember what's going on. ”

"Well, if you don't die, there will be a blessing in the future."

Very perfunctory.

Zhao Tangli was a little dissatisfied, but the person in front of him was Ding Bao, and he didn't want to vent to Ding Bao no longer angry.

"If you have no conscience, I went to the hospital to see you."

This sentence made Ding Bao feel more emotional, and she stared at Zhao Tangli's eyes.

"Did you go to the hospital to see me?"

What she was curious about was not that Zhao Tangli knew that he had become a vegetative person, but that he would actually visit her.

Ding Bao still remembers that she once woke up in a coma, and in the haze, she felt a pair of warm hands, gently caressing her hair.

This person is Zhao Tangli?

"You're almost gone, of course I'm going to see you, but it hurts my heart."

Ding Bao groaned, and the brush in his hand gently traced the man's muscle lines.

What Zhao Tangli said just now, she also felt the same way.

For more than a year in a coma, she seemed to have had a long, long dream, but the moment she opened her eyes, everything in the dream quickly dissipated with the awakening of her body.

She could feel that the dream was too real, as if she had experienced it herself, and the contents that filled it were gone, but the palpitations and dull pain that struck her from time to time remained.

It was like a reminder of everything that had happened.

"When did you get sick?"

He never mentioned it.

The man thought for a moment.

"It was six years ago."

Six years ago......

At that time, Ding Bao was twenty years old.

"Do you still listen, I can go on."

"Don't say it, not interested."

Ding Bao has a lot of things in her mind now, and she doesn't want Zhao Tangli's to occupy her brain capacity.

The man looked at her deeply, then smiled.

"Well, okay, I don't bother you."

When a painting is over, the sky outside the window is already bright.

Zhao Tangli fell asleep directly on the bed, and when he woke up, he saw the painting facing him.

Obviously, he painted himself, but he couldn't help but watch it over and over again.

Everything under Ding Bao's brush is a work of art.

If it hadn't been for that, she would have become the most famous painter of our time.

There was no Ding Bao in the house, Zhao Tangli put on his pajamas and went downstairs lazily, and saw Ding Bao sitting in the living room at a glance, with a computer in front of her, staring intently at the screen at this time.

The man yawned gracefully.

"I found what you wanted, give it."

As he spoke, he threw his mobile phone over, and Ding Bao picked it up and looked at it, which contained a detailed list of a boy's information.

"This old thing is hidden tightly, but how can there be an impermeable wall in the world, his son's name is Fei Zhengkun, sixteen years old, and he is now studying in high school in country M, he also has an older sister and two younger sisters, the elder sister was born to Fei Chuanwen's ex-wife, and now she is also studying in graduate school in country M."

Ding Bao stared at the face on the screen, constantly zooming in, zooming in and out, carefully depicting this appearance in his heart.

It turns out that this is what Stupid looks like when he grows up.

"I can't find out what happened to this kid before he was eight years old, I guess he has been in the hospital, and now he is the captain of the school football team, and he is tall and strong."

Listening to Zhao Tangli's words, Ding Bao subconsciously clenched his mobile phone and gritted his teeth.

The person in the photo is not stupid, it is Fei Zhengkun.

"Aren't you sleepy? Do you want to get some sleep together? ”

helped, Zhao Tangli was about to come over to invite credit, leaned over and bent down to get close to Ding Bao, but he didn't think that the other party would avoid it directly.

"Drive me back, I still have some things to attend to."

Zhao Tangli did not force him to stay.

"Then the next time I look for you, you can't stop answering my phone."

"Well, don't worry, Mr. Zhao, we are friends."

Zhao Tangli snorted coldly.

"Ding Bao, you are really hypocritical."

"Thank you, each other."

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returned to Qin Bi's residence, and when he opened the door, Ding Bao saw an extra pair of leather boots at the entrance.

When I looked around, I saw a man resting in the living room.

Ding Bao walked into the house, Qin Bi was still sleeping, his body under the black T-shirt looked a lot thinner, and there were many traces of exhaustion on his face.

didn't bother her, Ding Bao took care of his own work.

She should place two orders, and while she still has the energy to spare, she needs to finish these two orders as soon as possible.

Qin Bi didn't wake up all morning, and he didn't open his eyes until noon.

The smell of rice filled the room.

After setting up the dishes, Ding Bao greeted.

"Come and eat."

The man blinked his bloodshot eyes, looked at the table of light dishes, and got up on the sofa, his voice still a little weak.

The two ate in silence.

Until Qin Bi took a piece of green vegetables and stuffed it into his mouth.

"The food you cook is not as delicious as Lin Jinmo's."

"I'm going to pick and choose what to cook for you."

There was silence again.

Qin Bi raised his eyes and looked at Ding Bao.

"You listened to my message on the phone."

"Hmm."

"So, what's the plan now?"

Ding Bao gave him another bowl of rice.

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