Where did you get this substitute from?

Su Shen broke out in a cold sweat being dragged by him. To be honest, since he went downstairs, he tried his best to avoid confrontation with Yi Xiuhan, just because he was afraid that he would be upset and lose his nerve.

What are you afraid of?

He didn't want to lie on the bed for another half a month. He held back the pain and tried to make his tone sound unemotional: "I just think that the person who described the future poems for me also gave me a wound." , let me throb in pain just to breathe, you say, how dare I trouble him again. "

Yi Xiuhan's hands froze, and Su Shen saw that his complexion turned from white to blue, and then turned red again. He couldn't paint with any oil paint. After a while, the face change was over, and it was the classic trio again: "I'm sorry..."

"…I did not do it on purpose……"

"In the future... I won't be like this..."

He talked so much that Su Shen almost vomited.

I don't know if a violent man like him has an illusion, as if no matter what wrong he did, it can be remedied.

Su Shen believes that his current sadness and self-blame are real, but these are meaningless to him.

He helplessly pulled away Yi Xiuhan's hand that was still frozen on his arm, and continued to climb the stairs step by step.

He doesn't know how Rong Huai can endure this troublesome thing, thinking about it, that sad reminder, but whoever has a little memory of the world, how could he be here, and listen to the moody psycho in front of him to apologize.

From this, he wondered if the photos in the wooden box were produced by PS, and whether such a warm and jade-like face is out of his mind, followed by such a psychopath.

Not long after he returned to the room, younger brother Yi chased upstairs and knocked on the door: "Rong Huai, I'm leaving..."

Then came the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.

Yi Xiuhan walked straight away, and really came up to say something.

It is still raining now, but it has become much lighter. I don't know how Yi Xiuhan got here. Su Shen stood in front of the French window and watched him walk to the gate with his head drooping in despair. He held an umbrella for him, and finally handed him the umbrella, but Brother Yi refused to take it, he hesitated on the spot with trembling steps, and then walked out of the gate in the rain.

Su Shen stood in front of the French window on the second floor and watched the live broadcast. After watching the live broadcast, he was tired and lay down on the bed not long after, when his brain began to ache densely.

The last time it hurt so much was in the hospital half a month ago, when Yi Xiuhan was stimulated, and I read a memoir that I don't know where it came from.

After a long time, the pain caught off guard again.

He thought that the original memory of this tragedy was stimulated, and he was forced to watch the series again.

Also special code is VR.

In the empty hospital corridor, someone pulled his arm.

Looking back, the man's face was blurred, and his clothes were ordinary nurse's clothes. When he spoke, the man's sparse and yellow teeth were smoky: "...Your blood type is very rare, do you know?"

He should be very short of money, because he asked: "How much can I sell? How much at a time?"

The man stroked his chin, looked him up and down, rubbed his hands together, and made a gesture after a while: "...I know someone is in urgent need of this blood. If you agree, I'll lead you a line and earn some agency fees."

And then another scene.

I don't know how long he walked, but the sun was getting bigger and bigger, making people dizzy, and he finally arrived home.

The layout of the house is very different from the courtyard where Su Shen lives now. Not far from the left of the gate is the swimming pool, giving people an empty and quiet feeling. Auntie is cleaning the broken red wine glasses by the pool.

He lowered his head the whole time, returned to the room like a walking corpse, lay down hastily on the bed, and fell asleep unconsciously.

I don't know how long I fell asleep, but I was woken up by a slap.

He covered his face and raised his head indifferently, the other person's face was still blurred.

The visitor loosened his tie and then unbuttoned his coat. The halo outside the window gradually dimmed. In the unclear light, his voice also became blurred: "Are you a dead person? Who are you showing your arrogance to?!"