What. Still dead.

Yin Lengche was stunned, and his face instantly turned pale. The teacup in his hand fell to the ground. There was a loud crunch on the floor. Hands kept shaking. Leaning on the couch with a weak body.

She is Gu Yi. His favorite Gu is still still. How can it die.

Huh······· This joke is not funny at all.

looked at the changes in the young master in front of him. Both the housekeeper and Ah Biao were a little uneasy.

"Young Master. Gu is still really dead. I saw it with my own eyes," Ah Biao stepped forward to confirm again.

"Ah Biao. It's not funny at all. You're kidding me again. I'll kill you," a hint of anger swept into Yin's cold pale face.

"Young Master. Don't do that. Please," the butler stepped forward and hugged Yin Lengche tightly.

“。 Do you think she's still dead? She didn't ask for my consent. How could she die? She hurt me so deeply. I haven't gotten her back yet. How could she die? Yin Lengche roared. Threw the butler holding him in the corner.

"Old Cheng. You're fine. Wu's mother, who had just entered the house, saw the scene just now. Become a housekeeper at such an age. How can you afford such a throw.

"Mother Wu. I'm fine. Hurry up and persuade the young master. He usually listens to you the most," Cheng Butler struggled to stand up.

Mother Wu slowly approached Yin Lengche. Look at him lovingly.

"Young Master. Don't do that. I'm scared."

"Mother Wu. Still she's not dead, right? Yin Lengche shook Wu's mother's shoulders. His eyes were full of pleading.

"Yes. Still Miss she didn't die. So. Master. You have to keep your spirits up. You'll be able to see her."

Yin Lengche let Wu Ma pull him. At the dinner table. He was silent. Eat the meal in front of you one bite at a time. But the delicious meal was eaten at this time. Dull.

After eating. He returned to the bedroom like the walking dead.

He lay quietly on his side on the bed. This is the bed that Gu still lay in. He imagined she was still around. He pushed the quilt over her. I'm afraid I'll freeze her.

"Still. It won't be cold that way," he reached out to hug her into his arms. only to find that in addition to the air, it is still air.

Tears flowed without warning.

He's looking for her back. It's so late. It's so cold. She must have frozen.

On the road. He was driving at the fastest speed.

Still. Don't be afraid. Girls' literature is updated for the first time I'm here. I'll give you clothes to wear. That way you won't be cold. You look at you. I usually wear so little. How can you wear so thin on such a cold day?

In the place where Ah Biao said. Yin Lengche stopped the car.

The bloodstain irritated Yin Lengche's eye nerves. This is not the case. Right. No.

"Still ----------- still ---------- you out. Don't you hate me and hate me? Come out and kill me now. Come out of here. ”

Yin Lengche's voice was particularly harsh in the silence of the night.

But. Respond to his. Except for dead silence and dead silence.

Still. There you are. I hurt you. I shouldn't have hit you. Your injuries are still not healed. How can I hit you.

Still.. Are you good to come out. Good no good.

He sat prostrately beside the bloodstain. The blood had solidified and knotted together.

"Even your blood is cold." Yin Lengche's hand caressed the bloodstain.

He put his coat over the bloodstain. And then. Curled up next to the bloodstain. Still. I warm your blood. Such. You wouldn't be so cold to me. Isn't it. That's it. Maintain the original posture. Gradually fall asleep.

The next day. The sky is slightly bright. There's a hint of coolness in the air. Yin Lengche opened his worried eyes. I want to sit up with support. I found that my whole body ached.

Scold. The pain that penetrates into the bone marrow turns out to be like this.

He barely managed to prop up his body and walk towards the parked BMW.

The moment you open the door.