Today's Lin Jinmo is very wrong.

Like a crazy critic.

There is no logic in speaking, as if the brain is not very good.

"Lin Jinmo, weren't you tortured by a rich woman and gone crazy?"

Lin Jinmo frowned, stared at her with a strained face, his pale face was cold, sweat began to ooze from his forehead, and his tone of voice became slower and slower, but he was always smart but he was sluggish everywhere at the moment.

Ding Bao frowned, and finally found that Lin Jinmo's body was abnormal.

"Why are you coming along? Since you don't want to tell me anything, then we don't have anything to talk about, so you can go back. ”

As soon as the words fell, the man opposite suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Ding Bao, who was about to get up.

His hand was very strong, and he dragged Ding Bao to prevent her from leaving.

"Ding Bao."

He shouted, but there was no reply.

His hand was still firmly grasping Ding Bao, and his eyes were slightly red, covering the barrenness, and there was a little more mist, and when he stared at her, his thin lips pursed slightly.

Ding Bao wanted to break free, and dragged his hand forward, but suddenly the man on the opposite side unloaded his strength, and his whole body was directly dragged forward by Ding Bao, without any conscription.

This surprise made Ding Bao stunned.

Looking at Lin Jinmo, who had passed out on the sofa, Ding Bao stepped forward and patted him.

"Lin Jinmo!"

There was no movement.

The hand that was holding his arm slowly let go, hanging limply to the side.

Ding Bao stood aside and watched for a while.

Then she bent down and reached out to lean on the man's white and full forehead.

It was hot, apparently a fever.

Thinking of what Qin Bi saw him in the hospital, it was obvious that Lin Jinmo had just undergone surgery, and as for what kind of operation it was, he had to see it to know.

Ding Bao unbuttoned his shirt unceremoniously, revealing his entire upper body, under the light, the man with short hair and messy hair was breathing weakly with his eyes closed, and the black shirt was open to reveal his entire white chest.

With a glance, Ding Bao's breathing paused.

She had seen Lin Jinmo just after taking a bath, coming out of the bathroom with a bath towel, although the chest was not too wide but firm, and the abdominal muscles could be faintly seen in the lower abdomen, which was a very healthy appearance.

And now Lin Jinmo, who is lying in front of him, has shown a sickly thin body under his shirt, his lower abdomen is deeply sunken, and his chest has become thin and thin.

The frightening thinness was not enough to surprise Ding Bao so much.

There were also scars scattered all over his body.

There are deep and shallow, overlapping and distributed in the chest, lower abdomen, and waist positions, looking at the oldest at least ten years, and the knife wound located on the lower side of the lower abdomen should have just been removed for a short time, the scar has not completely healed, and the pink and white flesh is hideous like a centipede, quietly climbing on the man's body.

Ding Bao fell silent.

She looked at the sleeping man in front of her, and her heart was slightly turbulent.

Even though he was unconscious, his thick eyebrows were still tightly wrinkled, as if he was trapped in a nightmare, tormented.

"This is Lin Jinmo who knocked you away? Why did he come to you? It's definitely not good. ”

Baza Hei decided that Lin Jinmo was a selfish bad person, and even dared to hit his fiancée in order to tie up with the rich woman.

Ding Bao ignored it, but turned around and picked up the bed to the quilt and covered the man.

He was clearly inflamed from the wound caused by excessive exhaustion.

"He did this to you, and you covered him with a quilt."

"He can't die yet."

Ding Bao sat across the couch, staring at his pale face, falling into a long silence.

Lin Jinmo hid a lot of things, about himself, about being stupid, and about her.

This is the man she watched grow up.

I don't know when Ding Bao couldn't understand what he was looking for.

When......

From the day he left the Zhu family and returned to the orphanage.

Ding Bao still remembers that it was a sunny spring, and the children in the orphanage had to change into spring clothes, in order to prepare a set of suitable clothes for Ben Ben, Ding Bao dismantled the clothes left by Lin Jinmo, sewed and mended them and put them on Ben Ben.

That afternoon, Clumsy pestered her to play with the grid.

The little doll looks cute and cute, and is obedient and sensible, even when he is playing, he will turn his head and smile at Ding Bao, no matter when his attention is on Ding Bao.

Ding Bao loved him, so he sat in the yard, watching the stupid play, and sewing the clothes in his hand for him.

Then there was a whistle outside the courtyard, and after a while, the dean's mother walked into the courtyard with a teenager.

At that time, Ding Bao hadn't seen Lin Jinmo for three years.

That's right, she thought that this kid had a good life and forgot about herself in the orphanage, so when he appeared in front of her again, looking at the young man who was immature but already delicate and beautiful enough, Ding Bao didn't know whether to say hello for a while.

"From today on, Xiao Mo will come back, Ding Bao, you can help him clean up the room in the afternoon."

The sun was shining brightly that day.

A gaze passed through the yard, and the children playing quietly stayed on Ding Bao.

She looked up and was caught off guard by a pair of dead and barren eyes.

The boy stared at her, staring intently, step by step towards her, and then saw the clothes she was sewing in her hand.

"Little Ink ......"

"You tore my clothes."

The boy's voice had changed, a little deeper, but it still sounded clear and clean.

Ding Bao looked at the clothes in his hand, and then at the thick darkness in the young man's eyes.

She explained.

"You don't wear these clothes anymore, so I changed them to wear them for Stupid...... By the way, you haven't seen Stupid, he's my ...... now."

"I don't want to hear it. The dean asked you to help me clean up the house, hurry up, I want to sleep. ”

That was the day.

The boy who left him with bright eyes became the lonely and indifferent boy who closed his heart later.

No one knows what he experienced in the Zhu family.

Everyone just thought that he was not good enough, and he was thrown back by the Zhu family.

This kind of situation is not common in orphanages, so everyone points fingers at this teenager who has gone and returned.

Some say he stole money from his new home before he was kicked back.

Some people say that the Zhu family gave birth to a baby and doesn't want him anymore.

As for why, no one knows, and he won't say anything when asked.

Ding Bao left the orphanage when he was eighteen years old, and later, he was stupid and lost, and Lin Jinmo, who had been living in the orphanage, was also suddenly taken away and did not appear again for a whole year.

A year later, he suddenly appeared at Ding Bao's doorstep.

Growing up again, the two faced each other through the doorrail, and Ding Bao needed to tilt his head to see his face.

"Ding Bao, I'm back, the Zhu family doesn't want me anymore, there's no way, you have to continue to support me."