Vicious Female Partner Doesn’t Want To Do It Anymore

Song Mingzhi said three sentences with the same pattern, which represented her emotional changes.

When Dongling heard the last sentence, the ups and downs of Xu reached its peak.

"It's not like that, I..."

Dong Ling retorted without even thinking about it. She didn't want Song Mingzhi to look like this. Even though she was already disappointed, she still tried her best to suppress her emotions and asked, which made her feel more uncomfortable than asking loudly.

Dong Ling wanted to tell her about the system. She no longer cared that Song Mingzhi would approach her because she completed the task, and she would treat her differently. Song Mingzhi had the right to get the truth and to know her love.

But she couldn't tell, that is, 021 fell into a deep sleep, and she was still trapped in an unspeakable limit.

Her vocal cords were trying to make a sound, but she couldn't say a word.

Dongling was in despair for a moment, but she quickly made a decision.

Dongling never thought of hurting Song Mingzhi, nor did she ever think of severing the relationship between them. the point between.

"I like you," Dong Ling looked directly at her will, she looked into Song Mingzhi's eyes, but said, "But I can't like you now."

How cruel it is to obliterate love, no matter how ridiculous the truth is, whether Song Mingzhi believes it or not, Dongling still intends to say so.

"Like... I was supposed to be in a car accident and I'm still alive, it's not a miracle, it's... Cinderella's fairy magic."

"In this fairy tale, Cinderella missed the pumpkin carriage because she fell asleep, but this story requires someone to appear at the prince's ball in crystal shoes to be his bride, so the fairy found me and asked me to replace Cinderella to complete all this."

"But magic has a time limit, and the real Cinderella may wake up at any time. How can I fall in love with a prince and become a bride? All this may change at any time."

Dong Ling tried her best to make things clear, but she also mocked herself. Her words sounded too much like a made-up lie, as if a scumbag was playing tricks and excuses. Who would believe in such a supernatural thing.

This is indeed the answer Song Mingzhi never imagined. When Dongling admitted that she liked her, she was extremely happy, but what Dongling followed made her from bewildered to heavy.

Song Mingzhi's first reaction was to believe what Dongling said. She could feel that Dongling was not lying to her or plotting against her in the process of getting along with her, but it was too magical, like coaxing a child.

Song Mingzhi began to rummage through the memories. When she came, Wang Buli had a conversation.

Wang Buli said that Dongling was the most inconceivable patient she had received over the years. Dongling sat in the co-pilot, and the main driver turned the steering wheel subconsciously when the car collided, so she should have been injured in the end. At least it should be on the verge of dying, but Dongling's condition is very good, and there is not even heavy bleeding in the internal organs.

Song Mingzhi thought about some of Dongling's sometimes behaviors, and found more clues and evidence in her memory. She didn't know if this was helping Dongling to convince herself, and she would rather believe in such illusory things than believe in Dongling. He was lying to her, unwilling to believe that Dongling didn't like her.

Song Mingzhi's rationality and emotion seemed to be split, oscillating between doubt and belief, fighting each other.

"Is this a story?"

Song Mingzhi's short-term memory similar to hyperamnesia allowed her to remember every sentence Dongling just said and the expression on her face when she said those words. After thinking about it three times in her mind, Song Mingzhi grasped the key points sensitively.

Dong Ling was stunned for a moment, and looked at Song Mingzhi in disbelief. His whole spine quickly became numb, and he went straight to the sky.

Song Mingzhi could actually understand it! She actually understands!

Dongling tried to circumvent the restrictions and said carefully: "Fairy tales are all stories. It has a certain protagonist's story line and a perfect ending. The fairy tale world exists for their stories."

Song Mingzhi didn't nod or shake her head, she peeled an orange and handed it to Dongling.

"Then when will you love me?"

Dongling spit out words from his mouth with some difficulty; "I don't know."

"I understand."

Song Mingzhi lowered her eyes and wiped off the orange juice stained on her fingers with a tissue.

Dong Ling looked at the back of her leaving, causing a huge panic. She subconsciously wanted to grab the corner of her clothes but couldn't.

"Mingzhi, do you believe me?"

Dong Ling was apprehensive, knowing that what she said sounded like a fantasy, but she still begged Song Mingzhi to believe it.

But Song Mingzhi didn't leave angrily or ridicule her when she heard a word, which is a manifestation of extreme restraint and self-cultivation.

"I try to believe it. Let's not contact us for now. After the filming of this film, I will terminate the contract with the company, and the agreement signed at the beginning will be invalid."

Song Mingzhi turned her back to Dongling, her voice rational and indifferent.

If she doesn't believe it, then she undoubtedly thinks that Dongling is playing with her feelings.

If she believed those extremely ridiculous words, then Dongling was loving her for others, but she was so caught up in it that she couldn't decide for herself.

No matter what kind it is, it's not what Song Mingzhi wants. Song Mingzhi needs to calm down. She doesn't want to see Dongling again for a while.

Song Mingzhi left.

Dong Ling held back tears, lying on the bed with a gray face, a little lost in the void.

She Song Mingzhi should be finished, she didn't want to think about any more tasks, she lay rigidly on the hospital bed, and she thought about it a little bit self-sacrificingly, relying on the current progress to make the world live one day at a time.

But she will still be very aggrieved, why should she bear all this.

Why is this a story, why did the people who wrote it want to hear the marriage of Han, Song Mingzhi, and why didn't Wen Han, Song Mingzhi fall in love with each other?

Many things in this world have no causal relationship, but Dongling desperately hopes there is, so she seems to have a reason to keep going.

When the door was opened again, Dong Ling thought it was Song Mingzhi who had left and returned, and immediately rushed to the door of the ward, only to see that the elder brother came in with a bag.

"Lingling, you bring your usual toiletries. These are all stuffed by your mother. If you miss something, I'll go back and get it for you. This is the soup that my mother just stewed. If you have an appetite, drink it. Go to sleep a little later."

Dong Tang took out the soup first, and then put the bag of toiletries to Dong Ling.

"Anything missing... Hey, why..."

Dong Tang heard that the little sister didn't speak, and when he looked up, he found Dong Ling's eyes were red with tears, and panicked.

He hurriedly pulled out a tissue to wipe Dongling's tears, but found that the more tears were wiped.

Dong Ling twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a reluctantly pale smile, and said with tears in his eyes, "It was anesthesia, it hurts a bit."

"Brother, I hurt so much."

She didn't even dare to cry in front of Song Mingzhi, for fear that she would mistakenly think that this was her miserable performance.

She really didn't want to deceive her feelings. If they were all straight daughters, or Song Mingzhi was a straight daughter, Song Mingzhi would not be angry and hurt.

Every word Song Mingzhi said to her disappointed calm expression was a sharp knife, and it hurt her, and she thought of the damage she caused Song Mingzhi, and it hurt even more.

The effect of the anesthesia is indeed a retreat. Although 021 tried to save her life as much as possible, the trauma still hurts. Dongling recklessly poured out the pain through this pain.

"Does it hurt so badly? I'm going to call the doctor."

Dong Tang was so anxious, he stroked Dong Ling's back, ready to ring the bell.

He knew that Dong Ling was afraid of pain since she was a child, and that God is more sensitive than others. Now she must be in so much pain that she was crying with tears all over her face.

Dong Ling shook his head at him and lay down a little lost.

Her mind was full of the back of Song Mingzhi's departure, and the pair of eyes that had turned dark from expecting light.

She couldn't tell anyone about this, the only AI who knew it fell into a slumber that didn't know when to wake up, and her words of love seemed like a grand lie to others.

Dongling didn't know when she fell asleep. She couldn't drink the soup that her mother made, but her mother brought new soup the next day.

The birds outside the window are standing on the branches and combing their feathers. The world is business as usual, and no one cares about an ambiguous death.

Dongling found that Song Mingzhi seemed to have disappeared from her life, and Song Mingzhi was not mentioned by her side, as if there had never been such a person.

Dongling was very panicked, she couldn't help interrupting Yuki, who was reporting to work, and asked, "Where's Song Mingzhi?"

Yuki was stunned for a moment and replied, "Does the boss need me to contact her while filming on the set?"

Dong Ling relaxed, shook his head, and said a little dejectedly: "Don't disturb her."

It turned out that her connection with Song Mingzhi was only between her and Song Mingzhi.

They lost each other, and life seemed to have no effect.

Dong Ling couldn't help but think randomly, which company Song Mingzhi would go to after she terminated the contract. According to her current reputation and excellent ability, it should not be difficult to choose a company... In short, Song Mingzhi didn't need her that much.

Today is five days after the car accident, she has not contacted Song Mingzhi for so long.

Dong Ling was lying on the hospital bed, her body was recovering day by day, but her spirit was visibly sluggish.

The machine bell suddenly rang, Dong Ling hurried over, and found that it was not Song Mingzhi and picked it up in disappointment.

"I know, you tell them directly that this is a criminal suspect, it's not allowed."

The person who called was from the hospital. Someone came to arrange for Xuandu's discharge from the hospital. She had already instructed her to report it to her immediately if there was such a situation.

The mayor was imprisoned, and Xuandu's mother disappeared. There was only one person who could do this for Xuandu, Lai He Diesheng woke up.

Dong Ling went to Xuandu ward and told her about it.

Xuandu's complexion changed suddenly, but soon returned to normal. She sat in a wheelchair and looked at the window, showing Dong Ling a very faint smile.

"Remember the story you told me a long time ago, Yixi tried to use the butterfly effect to save himself, but even if he could cover the cloudy sky, he couldn't save the one who was caught in the chaos of war. The changes he made with all his might were good for others. Not worth mentioning.”

Dongling recalled: "Liu Cixin's Chaos Butterfly."

"Sometimes it's a relief that something you've been dreading for a long time will happen." [Note]

Xuandu looked out the window, Dong Ling was a little stunned.

Is the piercing and demise of the ambiguity that has nowhere to hide, a relief for her Song Mingzhi?