The Stepmother was Overturned

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Zhuo Wenshu was like a beast, turning back and forth in the room, Shi Jiaojiao lowered his head without saying a word, his surface trembled slightly, and there was no fluctuation in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh a little when he saw his donkey grind.

Zhuo Wenshu forced her to the corner, like a monster about to swallow people, clenched her fists angrily, her joints were green, and she didn't dare to make too much noise, because his mother was next door and didn't sleep at this time. .

"You are looking for death," Zhuo Wenshu stared at Shi Jiaojiao gloomily, "you are looking for death!"

Shi Jiaojiao shrank, not staring at Zhuo Wenshu, Zhuo Wenshu looked at her bitterly, and asked, "Have you not played enough, right?"

Zhuo Wen's bookish eyes were red, and he was discouraged for a while, and his lips trembled, "Yes, how do you want to play, can I stay with you? Stay with you until you are satisfied, and you will be tired."

Zhuo Wenshu pointed to Shi Jiaojiao's nose and said, "But you are not allowed to come to my house again, don't mess with my mother, or I will play with you to death."

Shi Jiaojiao shook his head in tears, Zhuo Wenshu stared at her at close range, pressed his trembling lips, and held it for a while, the tears flowed down unconsciously, he touched it with his hand, and then opened his voice with full momentum. No, low-pitched tone change, "What do you want, where am I sorry for you? Let me go... OK?"

Shi Jiaojiao choked, looked at Zhuo Wen's book dimly with tears, stretched out his hand to hover on his face, but held it up for a while, but in the end it didn't fall on his face.

"I won't come again," Shi Jiaojiao's voice was worse than Zhuo Wenshu's change of tone, choked out, "Don't cry, I won't come again..."

As she said, she wanted to push Zhuo Wen's book away, but Zhuo Wen's book remained motionless, "How can you guarantee it? You must guarantee it."

Shi Jiaojiao raised his head and looked at Zhuo Wenshu, "I..." he suddenly covered his mouth, knocked out from Zhuo Wenshu's arms, opened the bedroom door, and ran outside.

Zhuo Wenshu stretched out his hand and grabbed it. Shi Jiaojiao quickly rushed to the door. Zhuo Wenshu wanted to grab her and make it clear, but after taking a step, suddenly the soles of his feet slipped...

He stood and took a look. There was a string of bright red blood on the ground. Shi Jiaojiao had already covered his mouth and rushed out. Zhuo Wenshu was stunned. His expression changed. He bypassed the blood and rushed to the door and down the corridor. , Shi Jiaojiao has no shadow.

He went upstairs and returned to his door, and when he opened the door, he saw a puddle of red blood at the door...

Zhuo Wenshu's brows were tightly tightened, Shi Jiaojiao squatted on the upper floor, watching him enter the room, and wiped his mouth. This [a mouthful of old blood] is pretty easy to use, but the amount is a bit larger... He vomited blood, I didn't know that I thought the artery was broken.

After finishing the preliminary preparations, Shi Jiaojiao returned to the hotel, watching TV and playing games all day, and never went out to engage in trouble.

The hotel renewal was made by Shi Feifei. Following Shi Jiaojiao's instructions, she not only dealt with several hidden rivals, but also successfully attracted Shan Qin's attention.

There was heavy snow outside, but the hotel room was warm like spring. Shi Jiaojiao was wearing a suspender skirt before contacting her little spy. He carefully grasped Zhuo Wenshu’s movements and status, and even urinated several times a day before hanging up the phone. Shi Feifei rushed in.

As he walked, he bounced, "Shan Qin has an appointment with me!"

Shi Feifei was bright and bright, and her brows danced even more touchingly. Shi Jiaojiao looked at her smiling and made an unexpected look.

"Oh? Do you want to eat?" Shi Jiaojiao asked.

"No! It's mountaineering! Three days and two nights!" Shi Feifei was like her, barefoot on the carpet, "What do you think I should bring? I must be very haggard on the mountain, troublesome to wash, and can't make up. I will bring one. Facial mask…"

Shi Jiaojiao walked to the sofa to eat fruit, reached out and knocked Shi Feifei on the head, as if knocking off a noisy alarm clock.

"Even if you are smeared with eye feces, you are still the most beautiful cub on the whole mountain. Don't pull the useless ones," Shi Jiaojiao stuffed a piece of orange, splashed with the sweet and sour juice in his mouth, swallowed contentedly, and then he collapsed on the sofa and said. You just need to bring a broken tent."

Shi Fei Feida gave an initiation, his face flushed, "Is that really good...Will it be too fast?"

"Have you ever slept?" Shi Jiaojiao gave her a sideways look.

Shi Feifei's face was even redder, "Then I want to wear a condom?"

Shi Jiaojiao took a deep breath and shouted "God" finger pressing Shi Feifei's forehead, suspecting that it was all water.

"You take it, let him know that you are a carry-on case, ready to talk to... Um!"

Shi Feifei flushed and pressed Shi Jiaojiao's mouth, "Stop talking, I see."

The next day, Shi Feifei went with Shan Qin for three days and two nights. Shi Jiaojiao's arrangement was almost the same, and she could make the last move. She left the hotel and went to the hospital early.

Zhuo Wenshu didn't know why recently, and was always a little unsure. He often felt that someone was following him, but when he really looked for it, he didn't even have a shadow at all.

Shi Jiaojiao did as she said, and never came to him again.

However, the blood stains that day have always made Zhuo Wenshu feel uncomfortable in his heart. As Shi Jiaojiao really disappeared, this anxiety continued to expand.

Two times Zhuo Wenshu wanted to call her, but in the end he suppressed it. People let him go, so he didn't need to catch up with him.

In this way, until two months later, one day Zhuo Wenshu was drinking in a bar with his buddies. The tattoo shop was doing a good job, and he started to see money back. The beauty and body upstairs also saw results. They are all affluent, all of them are bachelors, without the consciousness of saving money, and often come out to drink a little wine.

Zhuo Wenshu was dazed, feeling the phone vibrating, he reached out and touched it out, stood up and swayed towards the outside, walked to the bathroom cubicle, and let out a drunk "hey" while letting out the water.

But there was no sound on the other end of the phone, Zhuo Wenshu gave a double feed, and was about to hang up, and suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Then a female voice shrieked, "Hang up! Who told you to fight!"

Zhuo Wenshu frowned at the sharp voice, feeling that the voice was inexplicably familiar, but his brain numb by alcohol was too slow to remember who this person was.

The phone over there was hung up, he didn't care about the inexplicable call, and went back to drink.

Until a few people dispersed, came out of the bar, a cool breeze blew, Zhuo Wenshu was agitated, and suddenly remembered the voice on the phone, he pondered all the way, and when he got home, he washed in the bathroom and finished washing. After lying on the bed, I sat up in shock after a while, and finally remembered why the sound was familiar.

It was Shi Jiaojiao's voice.

Why does she say that, who is calling him...

Zhuo Wenshu thought about it over and over again, and finally sneered, thinking that he was really sick, no matter how Shi Jiaojiao was, what did it have to do with him?

The next day I went to work as usual, but a beautiful lady was waiting at the door of the tattoo shop and blocked him.

The brothers blew the whistle and went in. Zhuo Wenshu stood at the door, looking at the person in front of him to confirm that he had never seen him before, nor was he a guest of the tattoo shop, with doubts on his face.

"Zhuo Wenshu?" The little girl introduced herself, "I am a nurse at Renxin Hospital. Do you know Shi Jiaojiao?"

Zhuo Wenshu paused, and he had a very bad premonition. The cigarette in his hand was suddenly cut off by him, "Know, what's the matter?"

"She wants to see you. Go and see her," said the little nurse. "She doesn't have many days."

"Wh...what?" Zhuo Wenshu didn't realize the meaning of these words for a while.

The little nurse sighed and said directly, "She has esophageal cancer, it has spread, and there is not much time. She is undergoing conservative treatment, holding the phone and looking at your number every day. I helped her beat her and lost her temper last night. , She should really want to see you."

"Who are you talking about?" Zhuo Wenshu was still a little at a loss, "Shi Jiaojiao? Cancer?"

The little nurse nodded, "Would you like to see her?"

The cigarette squeezed in Zhuo Wenshu's hand has been smashed away by him, his fingers tremble a little, and the bad feeling is confirmed. But at the same time he has a very ridiculous feeling, is he acting in a TV series? The cancer has spread, sneer.

Put the crushed tobacco foam into his mouth to chew, and the pungency went straight to the top of his head to help him stay awake.

"No..." Zhuo Wenshu's mind is a bit messy now, and it's a bit difficult to speak, but she says very clearly, "She can't die, it has nothing to do with me..." It's like saying to a little nurse, and like Admonishing myself.

After speaking, he turned and walked in the direction of the shop.

"She really missed you!" The little nurse has collected a lot of money and has a set of expensive skin care products. She is very dedicated. "If you want to see her, you can go directly to Bed 705, Bed 13 of Ren'ai Hospital. she."

After speaking, the little nurse left, but Zhuo Wenshu paused at the door, feeling that the sunlight above his head made him unable to open his eyes.

Take a deep breath, spit out the tobacco in his mouth, turn around and enter the room after a while, with no emotions on his face.

Shi Jiaojiao, got cancer?

Zhuo Wenshu thought maliciously, this must be she is deceiving people again, her endless deceptions are really getting worse and worse!

But if it's true... Is this the evil person's retribution?

Zhuo Wenshu's thoughts were gloomy, but he didn't know why, and the whole person was a little short of breath.

"What's wrong with Wen Shu?" The fat man saw Zhuo Wenshu's face pale and looked very ugly. He leaned closer and was concerned, "Where is it uncomfortable? Go upstairs to rest and rest."

Zhuo Wenshu sneered. He didn't know if he was facing the fat man or he said to himself, "Why should I be uncomfortable, I'm very comfortable!"

The fat man looked inexplicable, Zhuo Wenshu took a deep breath, and handed the rubbing work to others, "I'll lie down for a while."

Zhuo Wenshu went to the upstairs lounge to wash his face, looked at himself in the mirror, and bit his lips with blood.

His hair has been completely long, finely short hair, no longer a layer of stubble, his buddies say this is very small, completely covering up his hostility, if you don’t look closely at his eyes, go Just like a handsome and gentle brother next door on the road.

Zhuo Wenshu looked in the mirror for a while, knelt down and flipped through the cabinet, took out an electric fader, and after plugging it in, he was ready to shave himself.

But before the fader touched his hair, Zhuo Wenshu closed his eyes and remembered one night when the two of them had finished making each other, Shi Jiaojiao hugged him from behind, rubbed his ankle against his ankle, and kissed him tightly on his back. Ugly scars.

Vaguely said to him, "Will you keep your hair good? It must be very beautiful if you keep your hair..."

Zhuo Wenshu heard it as a dog farting at the time, but for a while, the hair grew to a level that was not embarrassing, and when it was time to cut it, it had already reached the door of the barber shop, and finally did not go in.

Zhuo Wenshu pulled out the fader and put it aside, put his head directly under the faucet, and refreshed himself with cold water.

Are you still reluctant to wake up?

Stop **** wishful thinking.

What can't say anything about that vicious woman? This must be a trick she came up with!

See you? No, don't go, whether she is alive or dead has nothing to do with you.

Zhuo Wenshu warned himself over and over again, after drying his hair, he really lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

After get off work, he went out to drink with his buddies as usual, but after leaving the stall, he was still ashamed and appeared at the door of Ren'ai Hospital.

Zhuo Wenshu squatted on the road teeth beside the hospital, his breath was full of alcohol, but there was a smile on his face, which was unspeakable bitterness.

Even if he doesn't want to admit it anymore, thinking of itchy teeth, he wants to bite someone to death, he wants to never see her again, but he can't deny that he has never really contacted a woman, Shi Jiaojiao is the first one who was caught Whether it is forced, or whether he admits his fate, those are his only women.

It was a woman who was so intense in his heart that he couldn't erase it at all.

Love and hate can be owned separately, but if they are intertwined, then the hatred is nourished, and the love entangled with it will grow stronger.

Zhuo Wenshu himself was drowning in the mire, but Shi Jiaojiao personally pushed him in, and she personally pulled him out.

Zhuo Wenshu squatted at the door of the hospital. He waited until midnight and didn't go in. After squatting until his legs were numb, he slowly stood up and walked towards home.

He still doesn't believe that Shi Jiaojiao will get some **** cancer. This is not a TV series. There are so many thrilling plots.

Days seemed to have returned to the original state. Zhuo Wenshu was so busy every day, rushing to work in the shop until the little nurse appeared at the door again.

"What are you doing again?" Zhuo Wenshu said in a huff, "How much did she spend to invite you?"

The little nurse opened her mouth and was surprised, but she didn't even show her face. Anyway, she was also a fan of various palace fighting dramas. At this level, she could still live in a dog.

But it was indeed that she took Shi Jiaojiao's money again, and this time Shi Jiaojiao told her that she didn't need to speak.

The little nurse looked at Zhuo Wenshu with a complicated expression, sighed for a while, and left without saying a word.

If the little nurse persuades him to make trouble, describe how miserable Shi Jiaojiao is and how he misses him, Zhuo Wenshu can basically be sure that Shi Jiaojiao is lying.

But the little nurse left without saying anything. Zhuo Wenshu looked calm, but he was a little bit lost all day.

At noon, when the fat man was eating, he vomited and pointed to the magazine on the table and said, "I saw no business tycoon, only over forty, died of cancer and died of cancer! So much money, no cure..."

A little skinny man next to him echoed, “Now cancer is too easy to get, and one death in the village is cancer. I don’t know why the incidence of cancer is so high. My aunt will not smoke all her life, and she will have lung cancer. Her son dropped out of college..."

The last string in Zhuo Wenshu's heart broke when he said that the unintentional listener had a heart.

In the evening, I made an excuse to go home early and didn't attend the buddies' gathering.

He went to the hospital. He didn’t take the elevator and walked up the stairs. Every step he took, he told himself that he shouldn’t go and why he should. She got sick, she deserved all this, it was retribution.

However, there were so many steps from the 1st floor to the 7th floor, which failed to stop Zhuo Wenshu's footsteps. Standing at the door of 705, Zhuo Wenshu was frustrated.

He stood for a long time without going in, not knowing what to say when he saw him.

He didn't believe it until now, the illness came too suddenly...

It was the evening, and there were people coming and going in the hospital corridor. It is not uncommon for Zhuo Wenshu to stand for a long time, and his feet are a little numb. He calmed down and reached out to knock on the door, but he heard something coming from inside. The conversation stopped.

"Why do you say you are?" A male voice said, "You actually like him, why do you want to **** him off? I was stupid at the time. If I knew you were because of this, I would never help you."

The door of the ward was concealed, and Zhuo Wen touched it with his hand, and pushed a little gap in the end.

There was a man in the gap facing the door. Zhuo Wenshu recognized it at first glance. He was the little Xiuran baby in Shi Jiaojiao's mouth in the bar that night.

Zhuo Wenshu wanted to turn around and left. Shame and anger spread across every inch of his skin, but wherever he was, his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground and he couldn't move a step. He could only passively listen to the two people continue the conversation.

"Don't talk about that." Shi Jiaojiao's voice was low.

"Aren't you just afraid of hurting him and worrying about his sadness, but you left him with all your money, and now you don't even have money for medical treatment, aren't you afraid of hurting him, aren't you afraid of hurting me? Anyway, we are also friends," Zhong Xiuran Tsk, "I really tried my best. I have given you all the pocket money. Now I am at home and say it doesn’t count, I can’t spend more. Your father doesn’t recognize you. My sister doesn’t care about you. If you don’t have money anymore, if you You die faster without chemotherapy."

Zhong Xiuran sighed, "Shi Jiaojiao, you are not stupid."

It was quiet for a while before Shi Jiaojiao said, "I am sorry for him, I caused him like that. I wanted to compensate him for the rest of my life, but people really can't do bad things..."

Shi Jiaojiao pretended to be sad and sighed, "God will settle with you..."

"Even if you were confused before, the compensation for him is enough,"

Zhong Xiuran said, "You were driven out by your father for his sake, and the good marriage was also bad. All the money you saved was given to him. I didn't say it badly. Even if he didn't go in, his mother would still get sick. What can he afford to be a poor student himself?"

Zhong Xiuran said, "If I were to stay in jail for five years, and then fight for decades, I would be willing."

"That's not what I said," Shi Jiaojiao's pale face flushed a little because of anxiety, "That's not what you said, you can't say that to him! Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"

Zhong Xiuran raised his hand and surrendered, "Okay, well, I won't say anything, I don't understand—no, what am I not understanding?"

"Don't you just like him? You are dying and don't let him come. You don't want to see him in your life."

Zhong Xiuran stood up and sighed, "I can't stand it anymore. If you really can't pull that face off, I'll look for him."

"No!" Shi Jiaojiao got excited, almost drawing off the needle in his hand, "Don't go find him! No! I don't want to see him...cough cough cough..."

"God, you..." Zhong Xiuran hurriedly stood up, and pulled a thin tissue to cover Shi Jiaojiao's mouth. The blood volume of a mouthful of old blood was too large. Through the tissue, he tickled the quilt.

On the pure white quilt, huge blood blossoms fainted, which looked particularly scary.

To say that Zhuo Wenshu saw the dazzling bright red in front of Shi Jiaojiao and on the quilt, his brain buzzed and exploded.

"I won't say it, I won't say it, what does it have to do with me, do you love seeing it! Don't get excited..." Zhong Xiuran surrendered.

Shi Jiaojiao coughed a few times and lay down. After a moment of silence, he raised his eyes to Zhong Xiuran, with a gentle expression, "You don't understand...Have you ever loved someone?"

Shi Jiaojiao smiled with her eyes closed. She wore a hat on her head, and the hair under the hat was gone. Her face was thin and not decent, and her white lips were not bloody, but when she laughed, those peach blossom eyes were still full of style.

"I would rather let him hate me, so that he will forget me soon," Shi Jiaojiao said, "If my relationship with him gets deeper and deeper, and one day I die, it would be really unfair to him... "

Shi Jiaojiao shook his head and coughed again, blood flowed down from the corners of his mouth, and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes into the hair.

"It's too unfair..." Shi Jiaojiao's voice was dumb and undecent, "He has suffered too much, and I don't want him to suffer any more..."

Zhong Xiuran wiped her mouth with a tissue and turned his back to the side of the door, looking at Shi Jiaojiao with obvious horror in his eyes.

He had never seen such a cruel woman, being so cruel to himself, and even cruel to others.

He knew the man standing outside the door, and he was notified by text message as soon as he went upstairs, so this scene was rehearsed in advance.

It's just that Shi Jiaojiao's illness is real. He checked with the hospital to confirm that the blood she vomited was also real, but everything she said was false. She deliberately wanted someone outside to listen.

Zhong Xiuran has a handle in Shi Jiaojiao’s hands. He likes Shi Feifei, but Shi Feifei only regards him as a younger brother. Shan Qin competes for a successful career.

So he has to help Shi Jiaojiao, so as to block her mouth.

But Zhong Xiuran felt that he was doing evil, and Shi Jiaojiao's disease was real. She was really dying. She was dying like this a month ago, and she really dragged her to wait until the person outside came.

Zhong Xiuran and Shi Jiaojiao looked at each other, their expressions were complicated, and they were full of disagreement. They were going to die and they would harm others!

Put yourself in the position and think, if someone gave him a set like this, and performed a play for him like this, he will live in guilt and regret for the rest of his life, and he will never forget it...this is terrible!

Shi Jiaojiao noticed the look in his eyes, the fragile eyes covered with water mist, and immediately became fierce, and silently threatened him-don't make trouble, or I will shake the world with you!

Zhong Xiuran frowned and glanced slightly at the door to see that there was no one. After pressing the nurse's bell, he turned to go out.

Zhuo Wenshu had already gone downstairs, his whole person was in a trance, he couldn't believe what he had just heard and saw.

The brain and ears are buzzing, and people can't think in the case of excessive emotional ups and downs. He even ignores all this, including these explanations, which are the same as Shi Jiaojiao's cancer, which is too coincidental.

But the sentence that cares are chaotic is really not just talking.

He sat in a trance like this, sitting in the lobby of the hospital, pressing his forehead with his hands, carefully smoothing everything that happened during this period of time.

A little bit of psychology tends to one result, all the spearheads will "reasonably" point to the truth, not to mention all of this is Shi Jiaojiao's startling arrangement and deliberate induction.

So Zhuo Wenshu was shocked to find that everything had a trace.

Why did Shi Jiaojiao run away suddenly, change her heart suddenly, and give him things on time.

He was caught twice, one time thinner than the other, his body temperature was so hot, his face was so ugly, but Zhuo Wenshu was blinded by hatred, what did he say to do?

Zhuo Wenshu slowly grabbed his hair, what did he say...

Shi Jiaojiao was lying on the bed. After Zhuo Wenshu disappeared from the door, he waited for so long before he heard the resentment value in the system space began to drop.

10%, 10%, 10%, 10%...

She held the quilt tightly with her hands, and couldn't hide the smile on her face. Once she fell to the bottom, it was simply not too cool!

This trick is really useful, sincerely does not deceive me!

But just when she thought she was about to complete the task, the resentment value only dropped to 1%, and suddenly she stopped moving.

Shi Jiaojiao sat up in shock while she was dying, and contacted her little spies, knowing that Zhuo Wenshu was still in the lobby of the hospital.

"Why the **** is 1% left?!" Shi Jiaojiao took off his hat and touched a bald head that he had spent money on. "Isn't it hot enough? Why is this person so difficult!"

Shi Jiaojiao lay on the window, hiding behind the curtains, watching Zhuo Wenshu come out of the hospital lobby, for a moment, wondering if his resentment value would be if he jumped from here and fell to death in front of him. Gone…

But in the end, she still didn't dare to implement it. After all, she has a lot of space skills, and none of them can shield the pain!

The dog forced the system to ruin my youth and mess up my plan!

Shi Jiaojiao lay back on the bed again, wondering what else to do to eliminate Zhuo Wenshu's last 1%.

Zhuo Wenshu walked to the side of the road, thought about it, turned back, and found the payment window and asked, "Inpatient building Shijiaojiao, bed 705, 13 beds, how much deposit is left?"

The nurse raised her head and looked at him, her face numb, but frowned slightly. He checked and asked, "Are you a family member of her? She originally had chemotherapy today, and the deposit is 600, which is not enough."

Zhuo Wenshu took a deep breath, remembering that he had heard the conversation between the two upstairs just now, Shi Jiaojiao gave him all the money, and he had no money for his own treatment...

"How much does chemotherapy cost?" Zhuo Wenshu asked again.

"How can she have more than 4,000 at her current level," said the nurse, "let's pay the deposit as soon as possible."

Even if the house is going to be sold, no one can buy it for a while... His mother's medicine needs to be replaced.

Zhuo Wenshu returned home, sat on the floor in his bedroom, and put together all the money that he could use, which was only more than 50,000 yuan.

Some time ago, another beauty salon was added upstairs in the store, and two doctors were hired to cut a double eyelid for a micro plastic surgery or something. He put all the money into it.

Only these are available now, but they are obviously not enough.

Zhuo Wenshu lit the cigarette, closed his eyes in the lingering smoke, he was still a miss, Shi Jiaojiao calculated that he would be fooled.

In fact, even if she gets sick and is about to die, for the sake of her face, she won't care about her cheap father.

But Shi Jiaojiao knew that Zhuo Wenshu would believe her words, because he had betrayed his relatives, had personally been in the abyss of hopelessness, and saw the ugliness and indifference of human nature. Those gloomy five years left him too deeply impressed.

He would subconsciously believe in the worst result, and subconsciously feel that Shi Jiaojiao was so bad, no one would care about him except him.

He spent the whole night thinking about ways to get money quickly, and finally only thought of one...

So Shi Jiaojiao was desperate, preparing to perform another bitter drama, waiting for Zhuo Wenshu, but Zhuo Wenshu did not appear for several days.

Afraid not to play off? Shi Jiaojiao feels a little lost...

Just when she couldn't hold it and went to see if he was really indifferent and didn't intend to see him, Shi Jiaojiao's cell phone began to squeak at 8 o'clock in the night, and her little eyeliner said that she had found Zhuo Wenshu. Now he is in the lobby of the hospital and said he was injured.

Shi Jiaojiao hung up the phone, sneaked out of the ward, and downstairs down the stairs. The exit of the walking ladder was facing the payment hall. Shi Jiaojiao hid behind the door and looked at Zhuo Wen's book through the crack of the door.

Zhuo Wenshu was wearing a racing suit and he was holding a helmet in his arms. Shi Jiaojiao took a look and took a breath.

He was covered in blood, even if he was wearing a black racing suit, he could see patches of damp blood on it.

His racing suit pants were scraped from his boots up to his thighs. The hideous wounds kept bleeding, so that every step he took was a **** footprint.

He was limping and explaining to the medical staff surrounding him, "I'm fine, I don't need to be hospitalized..."

The lights in the lobby of the hospital were pale, clearly reflecting this person who had been paying attention, but hadn’t seen him for more than two months. Shi Jiaojiao discovered that his hair was already long, thin and soft, and sticking to it wet. His forehead was lined with a face that was too pale. It should be embarrassing, but it was so beautiful that people couldn't remove his eyes.

"I'm really fine, I don't need..." Zhuo Wenshu raised his hand and refused a little nurse who wanted to check the wound on his leg.

Then he staggered, holding his helmet and walked to the payment window. Even if he was covered in blood, he couldn't see the slightest anger at the moment. He lowered his eyebrows, and took out a paper bag from the helmet, which also had something on it. There were blood stains, but the money inside was neat, clean and brand new.

"Thank you," Zhuo Wenshu said, "Inpatient building, 705, 13 beds Shijiaojiao, pay a deposit."

The little nurse was shocked by his appearance, surrounded by a group of medical staff on duty, Zhuo Wenshu supported the paid window sill with his elbow, and did not press it with his **** hands.

"Excuse me to ask, is she doing chemotherapy these days?"

The charging nurse inside looked at him like this, and could not help but utterly persuade him to deal with the wound as soon as possible. Zhuo Wenshu pursed his lips and passed the money through the window. The wound just made an excuse for him, "Thank you, I It’s inconvenient to go upstairs to pick up the documents. Please pay me a deposit of 100,000 yuan..."

Shi Jiaojiao hid behind the door, her whole being a bit silly. In her rehearsal that day, every word was carefully thought out to ensure that it was accurate. Every sentence hit the weakness of Zhuo Wen's book.

But she really didn't expect that Zhuo Wenshu did not see her after listening to those things, did not ask those misunderstandings, did not rush to see her, the only thing she did was to help her make money...

What can he use to make money?

It's just a matter of fate.

Shi Jiaojiao watched him pay the deposit, and was finally supported by the medical staff to treat the wound. He didn't know why some of his scalp was numb, his nose was sore, and his chest was a little stuffy.

Shi Jiaojiao stretched out her hands and pressed the position of her chest, wondering if the skill set for a long time will affect her body, or why she is so uncomfortable.

She turned and walked upstairs, halfway through, the night breeze coming in from the open windows in the corridor stroking her face.

Shi Jiaojiao felt a bit cold on his face inexplicably, stretched out his hand and touched it, and then stood in the corridor staring at the water stains on his hand for a long time without regaining his senses.

She did not bite the tip of her tongue, did not deliberately squeeze, but why did she cry?

Shi Jiaojiao wiped a few of them, stood on the window and stretched out her face to blow the night breeze, until it was ice cold, and no water stains came out, she slowly walked up the stairs.

After lying on the bed, he glanced at the space where the resentment value was still 1%, Shi Jiaojiao even suspected that this world might not be finished...

If it doesn't work, just spend a few years with him honestly?

I fell asleep in a daze, and when I woke up, it was in the middle of the night.

She felt something slipping on her face, Shi Jiaojiao opened her eyes and faced Zhuo Wenshu's hand that hadn't had time to withdraw.

The two of them looked at each other like this, and no one spoke for a long time.

Zhuo Wenshu was sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg could not be bent, his head slightly lowered, his eyes lowered, the light hit his fine hair, and a little shadow was cast on the bridge of his nose, Shi Jiaojiao suddenly felt that he was a bit strange.

The impression he gave to himself has always been indifferent, angry, gloomy, and hysterical. He has never seen Zhuo Wenshu's such gentleness from his bones.

Suddenly she thought of a sentence, which is the most appropriate description of the state of Zhuo Wen's book at this moment-the years are quiet and good.

Shi Jiaojiao thought that in her many templates, this character was originally set in such a peaceful way.

After a while, the two spoke at the same time.

"Let’s do chemotherapy tomorrow..."

"Your hair is growing..."

The two of them were silent again, Zhuo Wenshu slowly reached out and grabbed Shi Jiaojiao's hand, and rubbed his thumb twice.

"It's so good-looking," Shi Jiaojiao really praised as he looked at him, "It's as good-looking as I thought..."

Zhuo Wenshu slowly lowered his head and kissed Shi Jiaojiao's hand. Shi Jiaojiao's mouth was smiling, but the next moment his fingers twitched suddenly.

A big warm tear fell on the back of her hand, followed by more and more, more and more dense.

"You..." Shi Jiaojiao's voice was very soft, "Why are you crying..."

Zhuo Wenshu grabbed her hand, did not look up for a long time, his shoulders trembled slightly, and the crying suppressed in his throat was like a dying beast.

"Don't cry," Shi Jiaojiao thought of Zhuo Wenshu's reaction, but he didn't expect it, so he just said a word and started crying.

Shi Jiaojiao was about to sit up and persuade him, Zhuo Wenshu raised his head, his eyes and nose were flushed, and his face with a scarce expression was completely cracked.

Shi Jiaojiao had never seen him like this before, and she was stunned.

"Why..." Zhuo Wenshu asked in tears.

Why is it so.

Why lie to him!

why!

Why... God is so stingy with him, he can't have what he wants.

Shi Jiaojiao didn't know how to answer, she sat up and got close to Zhuo Wenshu. Zhuo Wenshu stared at her bitterly for a long time, and hugged her neck in a crushing voice, choked out, "I hate you..."

Shi Jiaojiao was about to hold his hand back and paused, Zhuo Wenshu's nose was on her neck, and her breath was sprayed on it, wet and hot, with intermittent choking.

The voice that speaks again becomes more serious than the tone just now, it can be called nine songs and eighteen bends, "Shi Jiaojiao, I hate you!"

All right. Hate it...

Shi Jiaojiao put his hands on Zhuo Wenshu's back and patted him on the back lightly.

"I hate you..." Zhuo Wenshu said again, his voice low and almost inaudible.

"I know, you really should hate me,"

Shi Jiaojiao comforted him, looked at the 1% resentment value of the space, and thought about it seriously. If you tell him now that all this is false, how much resentment value will he bounce back?

This doesn't work, is there any possibility to eliminate it in the future?

Knowing the truth... Would she be eaten raw by Zhuo Wenshu dipped in chili sauce?

Just thinking about it, Zhuo Wenshu raised his head, looked at Shi Jiaojiao with blurred eyes, held her face, and gently kissed the corner of her lips.

Shi Jiao