He slowly laid her body flat on the bed, tucked in the quilt, placed a light kiss on her forehead, and looked at her affectionately for a few more times before getting up.
At this time, several doctors standing in the distance stepped forward like a general amnesty, took out various medical instruments, and began to examine.
Du Yuechen had been standing somewhere away from her, quietly looking at her quiet, pale, delicate face. When he just carried her upstairs, he realized that she was so light now.
He just wanted to pick her up, but he used too much force and almost stretched her over. She was much lighter than he imagined...
Could it be that he really hurt her so deeply?
He lit a cigarette irritably, and as the sparks flickered, he couldn't help but look at her distressed face. He walked out in annoyance, leaned against the wall, and sucked hard on the cigarette in his hand.
This man, even when he was in pain and uneasy, even when he smoked, he was so graceful, like a god, and his frowning eyebrows had a unique charm.
His pride, his arrogance, and even his ruthlessness make people flock to him. However, it is a woman who has many helpless emotions, a deep sense of powerlessness and frustration, which is so distant that it almost drives people crazy.
!
Xia Qingge's condition was not as bad as expected. The doctor said that she fainted only because she was too excited. So after Du Yuochen came back from the company in the evening, Xia Qingge had been awake for a while, but she had not eaten lunch.
He didn't even eat dinner. He kept himself locked in the room, and Mrs. Zhang couldn't come out no matter how much he screamed.
Du Qiaochen listened to Mrs. Zhang's report. As soon as he finished speaking, he had already walked up the steps. The expression on his face was like ice that has not melted for thousands of years. To Mrs. Zhang, it seemed like a precursor to the coming storm.
"Master, mistress..." She was about to say something, and advised the master not to be excited and to hurt the mistress again. She really didn't want to see them causing unforgivable consequences because of their anger.
But before she could say anything, before she could finish her words, Du Chaochen raised his foot and landed on the last step at the corner of the stairs. When he opened his mouth, he was less proud, less inviolable, and less normal.
Domineering, but with a little helplessness, sadness, and even a hint of gentleness to please.
He said: "Don't worry, I won't do anything. I'll heat up the rice and serve it." Mrs. Zhang thought she heard wrong. Is this still their proud and arrogant god-like figure? Now he looks more like
A husband who has done something wrong and begs his wife for forgiveness cannot lose his temper or have any temper.
In the past, if something like this happened now, the person who would suffer would probably be Miss Xia again. Just like when she was first brought back, she had to come out whether she wanted to come out or not, and whether she wanted to eat or not,
She also had to eat everything, because even if their young master forced her to eat, he would force her to finish what he specified.
This was their young master before. No one was allowed to challenge his authority or disobey his words. But now, it seems that he has really changed...
Du Liaochen's footsteps stopped at the door of the room. There was only one step away from the inside and outside of the room, but he seemed to muster up so much courage, turned the door handle, pushed the door and entered. He seemed to have some indescribable emotion.
A little bit of fear and fear, and a little bit of heartache, all kinds of feelings, complicated.
What is he afraid of? What is he afraid of? What he is afraid of is nothing more than seeing that there is no trace of affection for him in her crystal-clear eyes. It is nothing more than that she is obviously next to him, even just one step away from her.
She was so far away, but he seemed to never be able to reach her or catch her, as if she would disappear anytime, anywhere, and there was nothing he could do!
I still remember that after she woke up, he had a dream, a dream that made him jump with fear and sweat profusely. In the dream, she stood in front of him, looking at him full of sadness and misery, just looking at,
Watching, big tears rolled down her fair and crystal clear face, and then, she turned around resolutely and jumped down without any regrets. Behind her was a cliff of ten thousand feet.
He woke up with a start, and almost thought he had really lost her. When he touched his face, it was covered with water. He couldn't tell whether it was sweat from fright or tears. He was in a trance for a moment, thinking that she had really left him without any attachment.
Then I remembered that she was lying quietly in her room at the moment, and then I felt that my behavior was so stupid and funny!
But he couldn't smile, couldn't squeeze out a smile at all. There was still crystal liquid on his face, and his heart was still beating, up and down in a panic. He was like a fool.
Keeping the same movements as when he woke up, he sat down until dawn. Fortunately, it was dawn. His heart also felt a little brighter.
Fortunately, the sky is still bright, and there is hope, right? Everyone has to have hope. The world is already so difficult. Wouldn’t it be very sad if there is nothing to hope for? And this hope, he
Do you know what it is? He also knows what he is going to do now? The damage is hurt after all. He also knows it and understands it. He just doesn't know how to make up for it. He just doesn't know what he has to do so that she can be like before.
What should he do? Let her be like that New Year's Eve, where she could point at the snowman he built without restraint and say mine is beautiful and yours is ugly. I also want her to be like a gentle wife like she was not long ago.
Waiting for him to come back every day was the warmest and most comfortable time he had ever lived.
She is like a wife, gentle and kind, cooking delicious meals for him to eat together, crying, fussing and acting coquettishly, getting jealous because of his late return, frowning because she smells the strong scent of perfume on him,
And losing her temper at him was really happy, very happy! But now she can only miss him in memories. I'm afraid she will never be so close to him again.
When he cruelly separated her child from her body, and when she asked him like a lifeless porcelain doll if she had ever loved him, her heart had been closed to him, and perhaps she would never love him again.
will be open.
Thinking of this, Du Yuechen actually felt that he did not have the courage to open this door. He was timid, cowardly, unconfident, and even more afraid. She might as well treat him as a stranger. Isn't this very sad?
Something?
They should obviously be the closest two people, but now they are worse than strangers. When strangers meet, they will at least smile and say hello, or say they are happy to see you, etc. But she, she will not even say a word to him.
The words feel like a luxury.
He is a person who does not believe in love, but after falling in love, he realizes that he has already been deeply involved in it, and he cannot help but not believe that his heart is not steel and stone, and he has not developed the ability to be invincible, so he is in this love
During the long-distance running, I was hurt to the bottom of my heart, tired to the bottom of my heart, and regretful to the bottom of my heart.
And she was also like this. In this long-distance race called love, she gave up her feelings and her heart, and also lost the child she longed for. She was so sad. In this love, they spent all their efforts and efforts on each other.
The energy, sweetness, sadness, sorrow, quarrels, pain, and even hatred are all so real and obvious, getting deep into the bones inch by inch.
So in the end, even the courage to hate seemed so weak. Maybe it was because I was really tired, too tired, that was why I felt so desperate. When my tears dried up, my heart was tired, and my love was tired.
The superposition of the sweetness in the past and the pain now makes people even more miserable! Some people say that there is as much suffering as there is sweetness in love. As the saying goes, it is so sweet that it is sad, and it is so sweet that it is sad!
The moment he opened the door, Du Jiaochen almost couldn't adapt to the darkness in front of him. There was no sound in the dark room, so quiet that it seemed like no one was breathing. In the darkness, he suddenly felt extremely panicked. He couldn't find her.
Not hearing her voice, his heart felt restless and anxious, and some sad emotion ran through his heart.
He suddenly shouted in a panic, and even he could hear the tremor in his voice. He shouted: "Xia Qingge?" He was cautious, uneasy, and afraid of scaring her. In fact, when he opened his mouth, he was a little confused by himself.
He was so frightened that he was trembling, his heart was shaking, and even his hands were hanging down.
After just one sentence, he couldn't scream anymore. There was no sound or any response. He quickened his pace and relied on his instinct to touch the switch closest to him. There was a small click and the sound of turning on the light.
It was particularly harsh in this darkness. His heart trembled with the sound of the switch. He subconsciously looked towards her bed, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a small figure sitting on the balcony, curled up into a small body.
He subconsciously walked over, as if he was afraid of disturbing her, and stopped two steps away from her, his sad eyes fixed on her curled up little face buried in her knees.
How long had she been sitting here? How could she climb up to the balcony? Could it be that she was thinking...he didn't even dare to think about the rest. He was afraid, and even more terrified and angry.
"Who allowed you to climb to this place?" His tone was full of anger, as if he would explode at any time and strangle the person in front of him. Without his order, she even thought about ending her own life. He didn't allow it, he didn't allow it.
, absolutely not!
She raised her head and looked at him with a pair of misty eyes, watery and soft. He was just worried, just afraid, and got so angry unconsciously, and the look in her eyes made him
There is no outlet for anger, only worry and distress.
His tone slowed unconsciously, and he stretched out his hand and handed it to her who was sitting high up: "Come down!" A voice that did not allow for discussion, a commanding tone that left no room for negotiation.
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