Then he strode out. Outside, there was extremely bright sunshine. He squinted his eyes. In fact, he knew where his master had gone without even thinking about it.
A man wearing a black trench coat stood in front of a ruins. There was nothing left to see there, except for pieces of rotten bricks. His home was gone. He had been living here for more than three months.
He clenched his fingers and stepped forward. He looked at the cement slabs under his feet that were no longer on the wall or on the ground. He bent down and stroked them gently with his fingers. Their home had always been very beautiful.
Simple, with only a few simple pieces of furniture, their old bed, their TV, everything was old. However, those three months were the simplest and happiest days he had ever lived. It turned out that sometimes he was a fool,
It will be much easier and happier than being Arthur Wylie.
He doesn't want to be too complicated, but his living environment is much more complicated than ordinary people. If he doesn't say he's cruel, then others will be cruel to him. If he doesn't step on others, then others will step on him.
, so he must be ruthless and cold-blooded. In fact, the life he yearns for has always been simple, just like those three months.
But now, there is nothing left, his home is gone, his baby is gone, and his Lan is gone.
He stood up and looked around. There was no place that belonged to his memory anymore. Everything here had disappeared, but his memory came back.
The man's black clothes were fluttering in the cold wind from time to time, but a cold light fell, and the wind blew on his face. It was a pair of particularly masculine faces with mixed-race facial features.
Orientals are generally more three-dimensional, except for the corners of his lips, which are pressed very tightly at this time.
Not far away from him stood a blond boy. The boy had been looking at him, with a flash of deep worry in his eyes.
In a hospital, Su Zhetuo's face was very dark at this time, while the doctor standing aside just felt that his hair was numb and it was difficult to breathe.
"She has been sleeping like this for several days and nights. Why hasn't she woke up yet? Didn't you say she was about to wake up? Why is she not even conscious at all now? Do you know how to treat the disease?" The doctor asked.
From the side came a man who deliberately lowered his voice. Although it was low, it was an extremely stern voice.
The doctor in white clothes used his sleeves to wipe the sweat on his head from time to time. The air conditioner was too big and his clothes were already wet. In fact, it had nothing to do with the air conditioner. It was because he was too nervous.
Because the man in front of him was too difficult to mess with, as long as he glared, his body would tremble. What is meant by killing with eyes? This time, he really understood.
It turned out that under this man's sharp black eyes, he had no choice but to surrender.
"Well, Mr. Su, I really have no way to answer you for this kind of question now?" He said bravely, with more sweat on his forehead, "Actually, Miss Xiang should have woken up long ago. Her
There are no major health problems and she is recovering well. However, she still hasn’t woken up like this. It seems that she doesn’t want to wake up.”
"What are you talking about? You don't want to wake up?" The man's voice became a little deeper, and there was a faint cold wind blowing through him.
The doctor nodded hard again, "This situation is not uncommon in medicine. Sometimes people can't bear too much of a shock and will let themselves fall into a deep sleep. This may be the case with Miss Xiang."
Su Zhetuo's body suddenly took a step back, and he turned his head slightly towards Qinglan. She was unwilling to wake up, for that man or that child?
His footsteps dropped in varying degrees, and it seemed that his whole person was in a state of extreme panic. He put his hand on his forehead, and a flash of pain quickly flashed through his eyes. He raised himself
The doctor finally breathed a sigh of relief and ran out quickly.
Su Zhetuo has been standing, while Xiang Qinglan has been sleeping. It has been like this since she left England. She did not wake up or open her eyes. Maybe the doctor was right, she could not bear to lose that man.
, and she couldn't bear the departure of her baby. For her, that baby had always been her courage to live. Now it was gone. She had lost it. Without her baby, she really couldn't hold on.
"Lan Lan, you have been sleeping for a long time," Su Zhetuo sat next to her and held her hand tightly. Her fingers were so slender that it seemed that they would break if he bent them lightly. He could clearly
She could feel the cocoon in her heart, which was proof of her suffering.
He got everything he wanted, and everything developed as he imagined. He calculated everything and arranged everything perfectly, but he just ignored her. That child was her fatal fate.
Hurt, so now that she has lost it, she is unwilling to wake up again.
She was disappointed with him, disappointed with Arthur, or even disappointed with herself.
"Lan Lan, you have not lost everything. Look, you still have me," Su Zhetuo moved Qing Lan's hand to his face and kissed Qing Lan's fingers.
"Don't worry, your baby has not left. How about we give birth to him again in the future? He will come back again," he moved his fingers to her forehead and gently brushed away the hair on her forehead.
, "Lan Lan, as long as you open your eyes and believe me, what is in front of you will never be hurt anymore, but the happiness in your life. I can give you everything he can't give you, and he can give you
Yes, I can give it to you too."
Su Zhetuo continued talking, as if he wanted to use this method to wake her up. All the harm was over. As long as she wanted, she could have all the love of a man, although there was an extra layer of calculation in this love.
, there is more conspiracy, but who can say that it is not love?
Because he loved so much, he didn't realize that in fact, what he did eventually caused unavoidable harm, including the child he abandoned, which had become a thorn in his heart. Whenever he thought of it,
, it would sting his eyes and cause him severe pain.
His head was always lowered, so he didn't notice that Xiang Qinglan's hand was slightly squeezed under the quilt.
No one even saw that the woman on the hospital bed was heaving with her chest, and a beautiful teardrop quickly fell from the corner of her eye. It was so crystal clear that it touched the black hair beside her ear, and then...
It quickly fell on the pillow and was broken into pieces.