Her head was still a little dizzy, and on the large screen in the distance, lifelike scenes of characters were shaking.
Lin Wutong leaned on the soft pillowcase behind her and closed her eyes. She was still about to fall asleep, but the portraits of people on the screen in the distance swayed in her eyes.
The figure only lasted for a moment, and then the screen projected onto her and Tong Huanyan.
It's the news about visiting AIDS patients in the hospital today. What happened in the morning has now been broadcast.
The nurse walked out with the medicine bottle, and the door to the room was closed. Lin Wutong nestled in the quilt, closed his eyes, but his mouth was pressed tightly unconsciously, and his hands were grasped on the sheets with strong curls.
Today in the hospital, Lin Wutong was dazed and confused. She didn't know if he had looked at her, but standing next to her, her hands under the hospital bed were clenched.
There is no way to fight against him, even just one look from him can make her - there are some things that she really has no way to fight and control.
If you can control yourself, then maybe there won't be such a problem in the beginning...
Lin Wutong stood up from the bed. It was already dark outside the window. The nurse had also turned off the lights in the ward, leaving only some light on the screen in front.
Lin Wutong put on her own clothes and took off the soft patient clothes. She only had the light blue suspender skirt, a long velvet jacket, and stiletto heels.
Lin Wutong took two steps in the shoes and felt a little wobbly, so he took off the shoes and put on the white fur slippers for patients in the hospital.
There was a dim light in the corridor. There was no one on this floor at all. After walking a few flights up the stairs and reaching the bottom floor, there were more people there, but Lin Wutong was not wearing a patient uniform, so no one noticed. Her hair was covered with hair.
She tied it up gently, tightened her coat and walked quickly outside.
After doing this, I was already sweating and didn't feel cold at all.
When I came out, I also took money in my bag, walked to the roadside, and took a taxi.
"Go to xxxx" Lin Wutong reported the address, but the driver looked at her suspiciously.
"Miss, are you sure you want to go there?" the driver asked.
There was a mansion in that area, but not far away was a residential area. The driver thought she might be going to that residential area.
As the car drove down the street at night, Lin Wutong leaned against the car window and stared outside in trance.
She clearly knows what she is doing now, and she knows clearly that she will be hurt soon. But she can't control herself, just like a prisoner who takes drugs, knowing that it is hurting him, but he can't control himself.
The car stopped in that residential area. Lin Wutong looked outside and didn't recognize the road here, so he paid and got out of the car.
"Miss, if you are looking for that mansion, you have to walk a little further ahead. That stretch of road is private and we can't drive in. You have to walk in by yourself." After the driver finished speaking, he waited for Lin Wutong's reaction.
Lin Wutong paused, smiled and said, "Thank you." He nodded, and the driver drove away.
Lin Wutong followed the driver's words and walked a long way forward, and then he saw the faint lights hidden behind the wall.
After walking around the wall for a long time, I saw the large iron gate made of carved iron.
Lin Wutong leaned against the shadow of the streetlight beside the door, stood there for a moment, and then stretched out his finger to press the doorbell.
As soon as the doorbell rang, Lin Wutong turned sideways into the shadows.
There was a sound on the pager at the door, asking: "Who is it?"
Lin Wutong grabbed his clothes and stared at the call transmitter without saying a word, but still leaned in the shadow.
Perhaps because there was no response, the pager rang for a moment, and then there was no movement.
There is a high-end image transmitter above the iron gate, but Lin Wutong stands in the shadow and cannot be illuminated.
At night, thousands of lights are on, and the residential areas in the distance are lit up with heart-warming lights.
The cold air of the winter night slowly came over. Lin Wutong pulled on his clothes and slowly sat in the corner on the side of the wall.
Occasionally, a car would pass by on the roadside, and its lights would shine on her face. The people in the car would look at her and then drive away indifferently.
In this area, there are really too many people like her who come looking for her. It is not uncommon for abandoned women, women who have been played with, and people who come to seek death and survival once they are abandoned by men.
I'm used to the general view here.
The temperature at night was getting lower and lower, and Lin Wutong's thin coat could not resist the cold. Lin Wutong squatted on the ground and hugged his knees tightly with both hands.
It would be nice if I didn't meet him many years ago.
Crying is a sign of weakness. She didn't like to cry before, and she still doesn't like it now.
He hugged himself tightly with both hands and leaned against the cold brick wall behind.
The door next to him suddenly opened, and Lin Wutong raised his head. The person who came was wearing a formal tuxedo, with smooth hair and deep nasolabial folds on his face. He was a slightly older man.
He stood at the door and looked around, then asked Lin Wutong: "Miss, is this the doorbell you rang just now?"
Lin Wutong said nothing, only buried his head in his knees.
"Are you looking for Mr. Ji?" the old housekeeper asked politely.
Lin Wutong raised his head, tried his best to put a smile on his face, nodded, and said, "Yes."
"Then please wait a moment, I'll go and report." The man who looked like a butler returned.
"Yeah." Lin Wutong replied.
Since you came here to meet him, why not make an effort to do so.
After a while, the old housekeeper came back and said, "I'm sorry, sir, he's already asleep. It's not good for us to wake him up."
Lin Wutong smiled, nodded, and replied "Yeah."
The old housekeeper bowed to her, then turned around and walked in again.
The carved iron door was closed, and the cold night air hit Lin Wutong and coughed several times.
Lin Wutong covered his mouth and stood aside with one hand on the wall, trying hard to control his voice.
The old English-style butler slowly walked along the villa avenue in the cold night, and the night lights on the lawns on both sides illuminated the hugeness and splendor of the villa.
Back in the hall, a servant came up to him and asked, "How are the people outside?"
The old butler took off the white gloves in his hand, and his old face became more serious and deep. He did not reply to the servant's words, but just asked: "Are the supper you asked for sir ready?"
The servant nodded and replied: "I'm afraid it's not good for us to deceive sir like this. I heard the driver A Biao said that the lady has something to do with sir. The one A Biao mentioned is pregnant today.
The woman, it should be her. I won’t let the husband know, okay?”