The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 46 The little white flower is about to turn black (6)

Gu Shaoming couldn't bear it anymore.

He stretched out his hand and hugged Michelle, whose face was full of tears, tightly into his arms.

"How can there be such a silly girl like you in the world?"

Michelle snuggled into Gu Shaoming's arms, her white fingers tightly clutching the white shirt on his chest, sobbing softly.

Fusang sat on the hospital bed, looking indifferently at the two "lovers" clinging to each other.

All the strength she had gathered just now was used to beat Michelle, and now her hands and feet are soft.

But the heart is throbbing.

She knew that this was the emotion left in this body by the original owner.

Fusang stroked his chest, trying to smooth out the breath that was stuck there.

Maybe it was because her cold gaze was too strong, Gu Shaoming was finally willing to turn his eyes to her.

There was a slap mark on Fusang's thin cheek, which looked particularly dazzling against the pale skin.

Gu Shaoming's heart ached slightly, and it was rare to feel a trace of guilt.

He let go of Michelle in his arms, walked into Fusang, and stretched out his hand to gently touch her swollen cheeks.

The word 'I'm sorry' was stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Her thin lips moved slightly, and she hesitated for a long time before slowly uttering her name: "Momo..."

But Fusang only felt that his pretending to be affectionate was disgusting to the stomach.

Without mercy, he stretched out his eyes and patted his hands aside.

"I've always held grudges, I remember this slap."

There was no trace of emotion in the voice, and his indifference made him startled.

Gu Shaoming didn't have time to get angry, and suddenly there was a panic in his heart that something was about to slip out of his palm.

Unwilling to be ignored, Michelle sobbed: "I think I'd better go."

When Gu Shaoming turned around, he saw her eyes were red and she looked aggrieved and sad.

The background of turning around and leaving is so distressing.

Without hesitation, he got up and went after him.

Fusang sneered.

Too lazy to stay here to watch their play, she forced herself up weakly and left the ward with difficulty.

He hails a taxi at the entrance of the hospital, and Fusang arrives at a house under the original owner's name.

This room was bought by the original owner for convenience when he was in school, and Gu Shaoming didn't know it existed.

Fusang didn't have any cash with her, so when she arrived at the place, she gave the driver the wedding diamond ring that the original owner kept with her and was never willing to take it off.

The moment she took off the ring, her heart throbbed again.

There is even resistance from the depths of the soul.

The master driver looked at Fusang with crazy eyes and tried to give him the ring while struggling to withdraw his hand.

He retracted his outstretched hand in embarrassment: "If you really can't bear to part with it, just keep it. Just treat it like I'm giving you a ride this time."

Fusang was a little angry.

That dog man has treated you like this, and you still have no more love for him?

What a bitch!

Think about the despair your parents felt when they jumped off the building, what else can you be reluctant to do?
Fusang frowned and cursed inwardly.

Only then did she feel that resistance turned into grief, gradually disappearing.

Throwing the ring to the driver without hesitation, she staggered upstairs with her limp legs.

Although the original owner has not lived here for many years, someone still comes to clean it every week.

Fusang went straight into the bedroom, fell on the bed and passed out.

She didn't bring her mobile phone, and no one could find her.

But she didn't sleep well this time.

The throbbing pain in her abdomen woke her up from the dream, and her smooth forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat.

Although he was covered with a warm duvet, his hands and feet were still cold.

There seemed to be something stuck in the throat, unable to swallow, choked and uncomfortable.

Fusang lay on the edge of the bed, retching uncontrollably.

Although nothing was vomited up, the feeling of vomiting did not lessen.

Until she vomited a mouthful of blood, her throat was burning with pain.

(End of this chapter)