Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

Lin Qingjian held her hand tightly, her voice choked up, "Don't scare me like this again, let me tell you, I'm timid, if you do it again, you will really scare me to death! "

Zou Zhiyi's eyes were also a little sour, and his throat was so thirsty that he only uttered a single hoarse sound, and the rest was only breath.

"sorry."

Looking back now, I also feel that I was bewitched.

She didn't actually think about suicide, never.

She is a sinner, and Candice died because of her. She bears a life on her body, which is a blood debt that will never be paid off.

She shouldn't have died so easily.

She's always felt that way.

But I don’t know what happened yesterday, it was really like being bewitched by an evil spirit, my head was empty, when I held the knife in my hand, I really didn’t think about anything, just like eating and drinking, without thinking , just do it.

Thinking about it now, I only realized later that her state at that time was really scary.

Thinking of the reasons for such a state, her expression suddenly became gloomy.

Lin Qingjian said: "You don't have to say I'm sorry, as long as you are fine, as long as you are fine..."

……

It's not the weekend, Lin Qingjian and Qu Mengyu still have work to do in the morning, Zou Zhiyi doesn't want to delay other people's lives because of his own affairs, and let Lin Qingjian and Qu Mengyu leave.

Sitting alone in the ward, after escaping from death, he didn't feel lucky.

Living is not a good thing for her. The reason why she is alive is to use the rest of her life to atone for her sins.

Now there is one more Taotao, if possible, she is a little bit greedy, and wants to accompany Taotao to grow up when she atones for her sins.

Other than that, there is no reason not to live.

Saying this, it might seem a bit too negative, but that's what she thinks.

Taotao is the only reason that makes her feel that being alive is a good thing and makes her feel lucky.

But now this reason was forcibly taken away by Yan Zhou.

Just as she was thinking, someone opened the door, she raised her head subconsciously, and saw Yanzhou.

When the eyes met, Zou Zhiyi's expression froze immediately, freezing inch by inch, and finally even his eyes were covered with ice, without warmth, "What are you doing here?"

Hundreds of phone calls failed, and even a hunger strike failed to make him condescend to come and see her. She thought he was dead.

If you don't come when you should come, what will you do now?
Do you feel that she is not dead, so you come here to express your regret?
Yanzhou came in and sat down next to her. The distance was a little close. She could see the blue and black under his eyes and the stubble on his chin. He looked like he hadn't rested for a long time, but he was good looking. Willfulness, even if it is like this, is not ugly, on the contrary, it is a kind of unruly.

Zou Zhiyi didn't care at all why he behaved like this, and Yanzhou's voice was cold, "Shouldn't Mrs. Yan give me an explanation about suicide?"

Zou Zhiyi almost wanted to laugh.

Yan Zhou laughed angrily at such a natural tone.

How shameless can a person be before he can turn his head and ask the victim, "Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

This kind of words really made her have a sense of role confusion, and it almost made her wonder which one committed suicide?