101 Marriage Proposals: Hei Di's Sky-high Lover

Both sides are not people who can offend, unless he is a fool, what else does he have to do in the middle?

Such esoteric questions should be left to forensic doctors, and then judges and juries in court will decide.

However, he said lightly: "I heard that the young lady of the Fu family was besieged by the media before she was involved in the incident, and she may have been mentally stimulated by it." He said this very well, and after finishing speaking, he turned and returned to the police station.

Zi Yang woke up around ten o'clock that night.

The first time she woke up, she sat up from the bed suddenly, and the light sleeping man beside her was startled, and immediately woke up.

"Don't be afraid!"

Almost immediately, Fu Hong hugged Ziyang tightly and patted her on the back: "Yangyang, don't be afraid..."

Zi Yang sat up straight, and it took a long time to wake up from the muddle.

She turned her head and looked blankly at the handsome and enchanting man.

"Fu Hong?"

"Well, it's me, Yang Yang, are you awake?"

Fu Hong's gaze fell on her face, and seeing her eyes gradually clear up, his heart relaxed.

"Is it better?"

"I had a nightmare. I dreamed that I was besieged by reporters. You were fighting with Dong Zhuo. I shot him." Zi Yang took a deep breath and wiped his sweat: "I was scared to death, I also dreamed that you spanked me——”

As she spoke, she suddenly stopped, and then looked at her fingers that were bandaged like rice dumplings, her face sank slightly.

Then, she turned her eyes away reluctantly and looked at Fu Hong.

"Did I shoot Dong Zhuo?"

Those are not dreams, they are all things that happened in reality. Is she sick again?

Why is she sick again?Didn't the doctors say that she was cured?

Now, does even Fu Hong know that she is sick and mentally ill?

How to do?

She didn't want anyone to know that she was crazy.

"He...how is he?" Zi Yang carefully observed Fu Hong's face, afraid of seeing the disgusted expression on his face.

"He... what happened to him?"

Fu Hong stared at her deeply for a long time before he sighed. He could clearly feel the deep worry and fear hidden in her eyes.

"Don't move, I want to hug you."

His voice, revealing traces of self-blame and distress, slipped into her ears in a low voice.

"Don't worry, the doctor said, the shot missed a little bit, and it's still in the observation period, so I won't die anyway." He said with a lump in his throat: "Why are you so uneasy, even if you want to kill him, you let him die." I'll do it, I can find a place where no one is there to kill him, how can I shoot myself, how can I make myself so bad?"

Ziyang remained motionless.

She clearly felt his care, Zi Yang pursed her lips, let him hold her quietly, his warm body made her not so cold, she really wanted to absorb that inch of warmth.

Ziyang was unwilling to admit the momentary dependence she had developed,

But in the next second, some drops of water fell to the back of her neck and flowed all the way down.

There were only two drops, slowly following the S-shaped curve of her back, flowing over her body, burning her skin.

Did he cry?

How can it be? !

"Let me take care of you in the future, okay? Yangyang..." Fu Hong's voice was muffled, choked with sobs.

Ziyang's heart trembled when he heard it, did he really cry?

why?

She doesn't even cry!