Mengbao against the sky: Daddy fell from the sky

He Junlin lowered his eyes, and the dim light fell on Yang Zhuoying's face, making her look a little softer, which was different from the seemingly enthusiastic but actually cold when she was awake. At this moment, she added a little bit of loveliness charm.

He stretched out his arms and easily pulled her into his arms, and kissed her forehead with his thin lips.

As if feeling his kiss, Yang Zhuoying mumbled in her sleep, "Don't kiss me anymore."

Hearing this, the corners of his lips curled up, revealing a charming arc, and his thin lips fell on her red lips, "Good night."

I don't know if it was because of the hard work in the company during the day, Yang Zhuoying slept very deeply, but in the middle of the night, she seemed to be having some kind of nightmare, her brows were tightened, her hands were scratching in mid-air, and she was talking in her sleep.

He Junlin, who was lying next to her, was woken up, opened his dark eyes in the darkness, and found that the person in his arms was grasping the hem of his clothes, muttering something.

He reached out to hold her unruly hand, and at the same time moved closer to her mouth, trying to hear what she was saying clearly.

"...It wasn't me, I didn't kill. Haodong" An unfamiliar name escaped from her mouth, the voice was very low, but at this time the night was quiet and the two were very close, He Junlin heard it clearly.

Haodong?kill?
Doubt flashed in He Junlin's eyes.

Yang Zhuoying once again fell into a nightmare for many years. In a room like daytime, there was a man lying on the ground. There was a blood hole in the man's chest, and the blood trickled out of the blood hole like running water, soon covering the whole carpet. dyed red.

She held a weapon in her hand, kneeling on the ground with soft legs, then she dropped the weapon in her hand, crawled to the man's side, stretched out her trembling hand to pat the man, but the man could no longer give her any response.

"No!"

Yang Zhuoying raised her hand, the blood stained her palm red, she hugged her head and screamed, as if she wanted to vent the grievances that had been suppressed in her heart for so many years, the scream cut through the night, pierced He Junlin's eardrum, He frowned.

The next moment, the screaming turned into a weak cry, and Yang Zhuoying was trapped in a dream, her body curled up into a ball, trembling in He Junlin's arms like a frightened kitten.

Seeing this, He Junlin suppressed the doubts in his heart, put his arms around her shoulders, and whispered softly in her ear: "Wake up, Zhuo Ying, wake up, this is just a dream, it's not real."

He Junlin's voice seemed to come from a distant place, penetrated into Yang Zhuoying's eardrums, crawled into her dream, and woke her who was haunted by nightmares.

Yang Zhuoying woke up suddenly, sat up, sweating profusely, panting heavily, the panic on her face hadn't completely faded away.

He Junlin wanted to reach out to hug her and comfort her, but he didn't realize that his hand just touched her shoulder. Like a frightened wild animal, she pushed him away forcefully, "Don't touch me!"

Then, she quickly jumped out of bed, but because the room was pitch black, she only took two steps when she stumbled and fell to the ground.

With a 'snap', the lights in the room turned on.

When the dazzling light came, Yang Zhuoying reflexively stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and when his eyes adjusted to the light in the room, he found that there was a man in front of him.

Because of the backlight, she couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly. She just thought that the other party was the bad guy who came to catch her in her dream. She got up in panic and was about to flee towards the door.

"Zhuo Ying, it's me, don't be afraid, it's fine." He Junlin took a step ahead and reached out to hug her, but she didn't know where the strength came from, and she broke free from his grip, leaving a few fingernails on his arms and neck. Road scratches.

He Junlin had no choice but to throw her down under him, his legs pressed her struggling feet, and said in a cold voice beside her ear: "Yang Zhuoying, stay awake, don't wake up your son."

Hearing the word son, Yang Zhuoying fell silent as if the pause button had been pressed, and her chaotic eyes gradually became clear, reflecting He Junlin's handsome and worried face.

"He Junlin..." She blinked her eyes, and found that the posture between the two was too ambiguous, a little embarrassment appeared on her small face, she moved her body, motioning for him to stand up.

"You are so heavy, get up."

He Junlin stared at her steadfastly, making sure that she was really awake this time. He pressed his hands on the floor, and was about to stand up when a sharp pain exploded from his shoulder, causing him to fall on top of her again.

"Ah!" The weight of his whole body was on her body, almost pressing her internal organs on her shoulders. She reflexively pushed his shoulder hard, only to hear him cry out in pain, and she realized it later. touched his wound.

"Are you OK?"

"Not dead yet." He Junlin gritted his teeth and sat up slowly, his handsome face livid with pain.

"I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose. Who told you to hit me with the whole body, let me see if the wound is open." Yang Zhuoying didn't realize that she was the one who caused the trouble at all. She got up and was going to give him Check the wound.

He Junlin dodged her clutches reflexively, he was psychologically shadowed by being grabbed and kicked like that just now.

"No need, the wound is not open." He said, stood up, walked to the table, and poured a glass of boiling water to drink.

Seeing his appearance of avoiding her, Yang Zhuoying muttered: "What's the matter, it's not intentional, really, if you don't sleep well, you just want to take advantage of him."

Listening to her confounding words, He Junlin choked on the water and coughed, put down his teacup, and glanced at her, "You really don't remember what happened just now?"

"What happened just now?" Facing his accusing gaze, Yang Zhuoying asked in a daze.

Seeing her acting like she didn't remember anything, He Junlin turned around, "Forget it if you don't remember, go to bed." After that, he climbed into bed and pulled up the sheets to sleep.

Looking at someone who fell asleep in a second, Yang Zhuoying stood by the bed, hesitating whether to wake him up, and asked what happened just now, always feeling that something terrible happened just now.

However, in the end, she still didn't have the courage to wake him up, so she poured herself a glass of water, and after drinking two sips, she climbed into bed and lay down beside him.

A few minutes later, the sound of Yang Zhuoying's regular breathing resounded in the room. The man who had his eyes closed opened his eyes and turned to look at her who was sleeping deeply with complicated eyes.

In the morning, 08:30.

Yang Zhuoying sat at the dining table, handed the heated milk to her son, then picked up the toast in front of her, and smeared condensed milk on it, but the corner of her eyes drifted to He Junlin sitting opposite from time to time.

As if not aware of her small movements, He Junlin gracefully cut the scissors in front of him with a knife and fork. At this moment, the mobile phone on the table rang, and he reached out to pick it up, inadvertently revealing a few conspicuous scratches on his neck. mark.

Suddenly, a fragmentary fragment flashed in Yang Zhuoying's mind, she remembered that these scratches were made by her.

At that time, she seemed to have had a nightmare, lost control of her emotions, and scratched him.

She vaguely remembered that she had a nightmare last night, lost control of her emotions, and scratched him.

She hasn't had that nightmare for a long time, and she did it again last night for some reason.