love poisoning

"Compared to you, he is so fragile and unbelievable." I said quietly.

"So if there is a next time, please send me a message directly. You probably don't know yet. If I'm a moment late, he will probably jump off the cliff with you in his arms." Akira Watanabe squeezed gently He squeezed my face, "I don't want to collect the bodies for both of you at the same time."

"I'm afraid I can't tell you. You always have all kinds of beautiful rhetoric, which makes me speechless, and I am confused in your story."

He smiled and kissed me, got up and took a coat from the cabinet to put on me, picked me up from the hospital bed, and walked outside.

"Meng Boxi's death was planned by me alone. If you want revenge, just point it at me. Don't assign the crime to others. At that time, Feng was focused on cleaning up and organizing the alien party. He had almost nothing to do with Xixi. participate."

"You are such a good brother." In order to avoid the pain in my stomach, he dragged me by my legs and carried me away. I put my arms around his neck and was almost at eye level with him.

"I'm not trying to exonerate Feng, but to tell you the truth." As he said, he had already taken me to the underground parking garage, found the car and got in together, "By the time he knew, this matter was already in progress. , even if he is guilty, he is only concealing the truth."

"Do you want to die?" I glared at him, "So you can't wait to atone for your sin?"

"I said that you are the one who can decide all of this. From now on, I won't want you to hide any facts. Now that Feng Feng and I have reached the worst point, any of your decisions may be Bring the future to hell.

Lies can't save us from adversity, and the truth may not open the door to heaven.

Yaya, there are some things we have to do, and some things are too late to regret, but the only thing that remains the same, the only belief that supports us to the present is only one, and that is you. "

He drove fast, and the direction of his destination was very clear, which was the Yunding Mansion.

I looked at the scenery passing by the window, a piece of white paint, I had already missed the first snow in winter.

"In the future... do you plan to endure it forever? In my life, besides you, there is another man who is close to me. Can love be shared?" I asked him this question earlier, and his answer at that time was no, So what now?

Without the shadow of the father, without the control of the organization, can two tigers in the same mountain coexist?Compared with Kaede Watanabe, love or family affection, which one is more important?

I looked at his erratic eyes. When he was thinking, he would always show this ethereal expression, and his eyes would always inadvertently drift away.

But until we got home, he didn't answer my words. The man who stood at the door to greet us was very familiar from a distance.

"Are you really back?" He looked at me who was carried out by Akira Watanabe in disbelief.

"Then what do you think I should do? Do I come to you with a gun to seek revenge?" Shen Lan supported her crutches, her thighs were strangled by bandages, and her neck was also wrapped in bandages. It seemed that they had indeed experienced a fierce battle before, and even He has suffered so many injuries.

"At least, you're not ready to let him go." His voice was quickly left behind by Akira Watanabe's quick steps.

I looked over Bian Zhang's shoulder to see him still walking "elegantly" while holding a cane, and smiled ironically, "Unfortunately, you still can't replace him."

He froze for a moment, then followed us all the way to the room where Kaede Watanabe was recuperating without speaking.

Well, he does look more embarrassed than me. Akira Watanabe hugged me and sat beside his bed. He was so injured that he could barely sit up, his face was bruised and purple, and he struggled to open his eyes, but he saw At that moment, my emotions began to collapse uncontrollably.

Zhang and I sighed almost at the same time, he put me on his pillow, I reached out to wipe the tears on his face, and when he raised his hand with difficulty, I squeezed his hand, "Without my permission , are you going to die at the hands of others?"

After hearing my words, he didn't feel relieved at all. Instead, he tilted his head even more desperately, buried his face in my arms, and burst into tears.

I glanced at Akira Watanabe who was also helpless. He got up and walked to the coffee table and brought me a cup of milk tea. Seeing that I didn't have a hand to take it, he drank it and fed it to me.

"He has resigned himself to his fate. There is a gun under the pillow. If you use your hands, he will be released." He put the cup on the bedside cabinet, and while bending down, he simply took out Kaede Watanabe's close-fitting gun from under the pillow. With a gun, put it in my hand.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away with the hand holding the gun. I turned back and put the gun by the cup. I looked at the "little boy" who buried his head on the pillow and stopped opening his eyes. He still held my hand like that. It was cold and without warmth, but with extra force, "Let go first, or I will have to work hard to pull my hand out before you die."

After listening to my words, he finally opened his eyes in despair and stared directly at the empty front. The emotions in his eyes were revealed instantly, such as reluctance, sadness, and resignation, which made me feel that if I continued to talk to him, he would really It might break down when I shoot it.

His stiff fingers slowly loosened one by one, tears couldn't stop, he said sorry to me over and over again in his hoarse voice, finally raised his eyes to look at me and then closed them firmly, reaching out and grabbing my coat , Excessive force made his fingertips pale and twitched slightly.

I put my hand on the back of his cold hand, lowered my head, and printed my lips on the light powder that was still slightly bruised on the side of his lips. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at me who was very close to him. His face was in disbelief, his lips were trembling.

"Get well soon, your life is mine, don't waste my private property."

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