Chapter 37: Gao Hong's grievances
The lights in the corridor are not so bright.
But barely able to see clearly.
Her hair grew a lot, not in a ponytail like before, and was draped over her shoulders very casually, a little messy.
The face is not very good, and the original wheat-colored skin is a little sallow.
It's like being sick...
Oh!
She had just undergone surgery and was in a cast on her right foot.
…………
"Silly you!"
When I came back from fetching water, I reprimanded Gao Hong: "If you can't get water, you can ask the water delivery master to deliver water!" ”
Foolish.
Stupid and hopeless.
She rented a house in a dilapidated neighborhood, and the water was not drinkable.
It is said that which broken water tower has not been repaired and cleaned all year round, resulting in the water entering the house...
I forgot what it was called.
Can't drink it anyway.
It's stupid, it's not that stupid.
In the takeaway bag, I also know that I bring a bottle of mineral water, but what is a bottle of water enough?
Look at.
Her lips were peeling, and she was visibly on fire.
"It's not..."
Gao Hong, who was being trained on the sofa, looked aggrieved: "The master who delivered the water happened to be absent these days." ”
"Then you don't know how to call me?"
"Your phone is off."
“……”
I didn't answer.
Still stupid.
Your niece named Gao Rui knows to call the winery to find my number, don't you know?
Never mind.
Go boil the water.
also glanced at the takeaway she ordered by the way, and the disposable lunch box was covered...
Get!
Sensei.
It's not delicious, and it's not nutritious.
He said a lot: "What do you want to eat?" I'll do it for you. ”
“……”
She ignored me.
His head was twisted to the side, and his long black hair covered half of his face, and he could only roughly see that his face was very bad.
No.
Why are you depressed?
Cooking for you, am I still wrong?
Without...
Rise.
I put up with it.
Gao Hong's feet are in a plaster, and it is estimated that they are still swollen inside, and when you think about it, you can know that it tastes unpleasant.
She had swollen bags under her eyes and definitely didn't sleep well at night.
And also.
There was a terrible smell of gutter oil in the living room.
The trash can in the corner of the wall is full of disposable lunch boxes, mineral water bottles, and some stains on the coffee table.
From where I stood, I could see the bedroom as well.
Slightly better inside.
At the very least, the quilt is folded.
But there was a pile of clothes piled up at the foot of the bed, which should have been worn for a long time and taken off without washing.
This situation...
Ay!
Sighing in my heart, my tone also lightened a lot: "Didn't you want to eat the food I cooked before?" ”
“……”
"I'll cook whatever you want."
“……”
Gao Hong didn't speak.
That's all she has.
I don't usually like to talk, and even more so when I'm depressed.
I've seen it many times, whether it's my mother, Chen Wei or my mother's family, Gao Hong is silent with a black face.
But I'm not used to it.
When she faced me, especially when she faced me alone, she couldn't be said to be a little talker, but she was also a chatter.
Occasionally.
will also be a little petite.
And now it's clearly angry.
I explained, who didn't have the same knowledge as her: "It's wrong to kill you just now, but I don't know the situation, and it's for your good." ”
I admit it.
Bad...
No.
I'm not murderous.
It's just that the tone is a little intense, and it's also a dissatisfaction with Gao Hong... is such an adult, and he is still playing petty.
Find your own guilt.
I even plan to use the momentum to throw out those two choices...
Never mind.
Let's talk about that later!
Although this situation is Gao Hong's own fault, she is injured after all, and I can't be too bad.
"That..."
I took the initiative to apologize when my mood eased: "It's me who is wrong, don't mind." ”
"I know you're doing it for my good."
"Then what are you angry about?"
“……”
"What's wrong again?"
"Why are you here now?" Gao Hong, who asked me, had tears in his aggrieved eyes.