The Bell of the Night

Author: Jiufangyu

The Bell of the Night

This was the first time Yan Cheng saw Zhong Jiuyin crying.

She is usually elegant and flamboyant, always smiling, and it is difficult to even be serious.

When publishing a diary and mentioning suicide, he can also discuss dates with him with slick words.

It's hard to imagine what she would cry.

Now that I saw her, I heard that only the diary was with her, Yan Cheng felt so sad.

"I'm sorry." He kissed the tears from her cheek and carried her into his arms.

The arms are a breeding ground for emotional venting. Zhong Jiuyin can no longer stabilize her state by swallowing and deep breathing. She leans her cheek against his chest and borrows his clothes to rub her tears off.

"You should really say sorry, and suddenly asked what you did."

It ruined her kissing mood.

Yan Cheng whispered: "You can't ignore it, and you can't talk about it forever. Maybe you need someone outside of the diary to accompany you, and I want to be that person."

She was stunned.

It seems like a romance and romance has entered a stage that I have never thought about. Discussing each other's heart-to-heart talks are signs of gradually falling into it.

Zhong Jiuyin suddenly felt a little strangely resistant.

The person who only has a diary is not her at all, and it is not her who should cry. Is the person Yan Cheng cares about her?

"I said something on the show in the afternoon. Did you hear it?" She pulled out of the hug and asked him right, "I said 'It's a pity that the victim is dead'."

Yan Cheng probably knew what she meant, nodded and said, "I heard it. Does it have any special meaning?"

For example, if you cut your own mat with your past suffering, most people who have experienced bad pasts will develop this kind of mentality.

But Zhong Jiuyin was about to speak, but frowned and silent for a moment, and finally said: "No, the victim still exists."

She inherited the original owner's body and should also inherit the past, the injuries and tortures she suffered, all of which still exist in this body and memory.

And if the perpetrator is still there, the crime will always exist.

She no longer had the desire to kiss her. She took two steps back and walked around with her hands for a half minute, saying, "Guo Mingli and Feng Qing should be punished with evil. How can they sleep? They must have insomnia tonight."

Yan Cheng: "?"

Aren't you embracing your heart and heart a step further? Why did you suddenly jump to becoming a late-night sleep killer?

Zhong Jiuyin ignored him and looked for his cell phone everywhere. Then Dama Jindao sat on the sofa and called Guo Mingli without saying a word.

Yan Cheng could only adjust his emotions by himself, walked over and pulled her disconnected bathrobe, and sat next to him without making a sound.

The phone number did not go through, and Zhong Jiuyin dialed out the second and third ones again, and the ringtone rang for more than ten seconds, and at the last time, it finally got through.

Guo Mingli didn't expect that she would call in the middle of the night because she was guilty and didn't dare to answer.

But when the phone calls came one after another, it was like an evil ghost urging her to death, she was afraid that she would make some other troubles if she couldn't make the phone, so she answered.

Before he could say something, Zhong Jiuyin laughed first.

"Brother Guo, I haven't contacted you for a long time. I'm fine in the middle of the night, so I want to call you and chat."

Yan Cheng glanced at her squintedly, it was okay in the middle of the night? Then what were they doing just now? Others were still here and they didn't leave.

Guo Mingli smiled dryly: "There is no need to contact us in this relationship, right?"

"I said, but I felt a little uncomfortable when I saw the scar on my hand just now. I had to find someone to say something before I could sleep. After you were fired by the company, did you find a job? Did you pay the hundreds of thousands of dollars in compensation in one go?"

He really looks like a friend with a good relationship chatting about life late at night. Guo Mingli wanted to curse her, but said in a bad tone: "You don't need to care about these."

"How can we say that? We have been working partners for more than a year. Although you killed me, I still care about whether you have suffered retribution."

The other side of the phone didn't say a word for a while, and finally Guo Mingli smirked and said, "What's the point of killing me? I was just incompetent in my work at the beginning. I have no grudges and grudges with you. How could I take over you for the purpose of killing you?"

"But you killed me." Her voice was light, and in the middle of the night she looked like an evil ghost asking for life.

"I made me commit suicide by cutting my wrists, and the blood on my wrists flowed all over the bathtub. I was in a daze and was hit by a car when I went out. Do you know how painful it was when I was hit? Oh, you don't know, people like you should be more painful than if you didn't get enough money from that person, right?"

Yan Cheng frowned when he heard this, touched her hand, but was suppressed by Zhong Jiuyin, and touched the blue veins on the back of his hand.

She listened happily to Guo Mingli's rapid breathing, and then Guo Mingli gritted her teeth and said:

"Zhong Jiuyin, even if I did something wrong incompetent, I still have something to be worthy of you, right? At least I didn't ask you to drink and sleep with me, and I never said anything bad about you. You blame me for all the unhappiness, and I don't refute it. I just leave, but there is no need to go crazy and scare me in the middle of the night, right?"

"Of course I can't sleep, but you can't sleep. And you have the face to say that you deserve me. Ask yourself, did I blame you wrongly? Did you not do those things?" She said and made a mistake, and crawled onto Yan Cheng's thigh with her fingers.

Yan Cheng was speechless and helpless, and moved her hand away, but she touched it again the next second.

What is the difference between this and touching the secretary's stockings while driving? He was very worried about her emotions just now.

After crying, she started to be lustful, and she didn't even get so good at jumping.

Zhong Jiuyin felt that his refusal was to greet him and reject him, and he felt more excited. He soon became a little distracted and was in a bad mood to continue to argue with Guo Mingli.

"Forget it, I still have entertainment activities, so I'm too lazy to care about the facts with you. Finally, I'll tell you a good news. I plan to sue you for murder. It's not easy to convict of suicide, but the car accident is quite..."

"What's my business for the car accident?" Guo Mingli suddenly raised his voice, "That's an accident, you accidentally bumped into it!"

"Who knows if it's an accident? You can force me to commit suicide for money, and it seems that it's quite appropriate for your plan to get into a car accident. Since you did the first ninety-nine things, then 99% of the last thing may be you, right?"

Guo Mingli was furious: "Then check it out! I haven't done it before, so don't try to put shit on my head!"

She ignored her questions and touched Yan Cheng while lazily saying, "You have fewer poops on your head? Even if it wasn't for you, it's related to you, for example, it was a coincidence you designed, or someone gave you a lot of money to buy a murder..."

Guo Mingli suddenly stopped talking, as if he was being choked. After a few seconds, he hurriedly hung up the phone.

Zhong Jiuyin took down his cell phone and looked at it, shook his head.

"It seems he can't sleep anymore."

Yan Cheng held down her crawling hand and asked her: "Are you in a better mood?"

"It's much better." The tears were not wiped away, and the mood returned to stability.

"Then take your hand away." Yan Cheng continued to say without expression.

Zhong Jiuyin: “…”

mean.
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