I'm not the villain's white moonlight stand-in

Chapter 23 A doctor does not heal himself, without him the future is bright

Su Si drove the Lamborghini into the underground parking lot of Yugui Garden, and when she parked the car to check her mobile phone, her Weibo followers had already reached more than 80.

The background is full of 99+ comments and private chats, and she doesn't know where to start when she wants to reply.

Taking the elevator to the fourteenth floor, Su Si checked the house number before unlocking it.

After the dog system lied to her last time, she had to check the house number every time she went home.

But this time after entering the password of the door lock, the door still didn't open, Su Si couldn't help but look up again, that's right, it's 1402, why can't it open?

There was a sudden ding-dong sound of the elevator arriving.

"Cough cough."

The familiar and suppressed low cough made Su Si's body tense instantly, and she pressed the door lock code in a panic, but there was still no response.

Footsteps gradually came.

Her heart beat a little faster.

With his head lowered, his slender and soft fingers pressed on the door lock, as if preparing to open the door.

"out of battery."

The footsteps stopped, and a low and indifferent voice came from behind her.

"Ah?" Holding the doorknob tightly, Su Si said calmly, "Then I'll find the property management to deal with it."

Before taking out the phone, I heard his reply again.

"No, wait for me here."

After a while, Fu Jing came back with the power bank, pushed Su Si away from the door, and reached out to open the small groove on the side of the door lock. There was a USB port, which can be connected to an external power supply.

Su Si stood aside, staring at him blankly.

The flirtatious and handsome face is like a memory, with a strong sense of shock. It can be said that Fu Jing is the most beautiful man she has ever seen.Under this beautiful skin, all the darkness and madness are covered.

Now that his skin is pale and his complexion is sickly, the feeling of indifference and sickness is even worse.

Even though the relationship between them has long since become different from the previous life, Su Si knows too well what kind of person he is in his bones, so every time she sees him, she still can't help feeling nervous.

Where does this tension come from? Is it the worry that she will repeat the same mistakes, or the confusion after the butterfly effect, she can no longer predict the future, or the incomprehension of Fu Jing's sudden change.

She doesn't know.

"Enter your password."

Fu Jing turned to look at her, her cold peach eyes were deep and unwavering, without any emotion that she was familiar with from her previous life, and her voice was indifferent.

Why is this so?
Does she look different from that Bai Yueguang?
Or, in this life, he has let go of that person?

Thinking of these, her heart swelled, and the memories of her previous life made her breathless.

Su Si let out an "oh" and entered the password in a panic.

When the door opened, Fu Jing unplugged the data cable of the power bank, turned around and left without saying a word.

Seeing that slender and straight back, it seems to be a little thinner than in the previous life, with an indescribable coldness and loneliness.

The lights in the corridor went out, as if he was the only one left in the world, walking alone in the dark for a long, long time.

At that moment, the astringency in my heart extended to my eyes.

Su Si blinked, turned around and entered the room, with her back against the door, and sent him a WeChat message.

You Si Bu Si Sa: Thank you
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Looking at his dark profile picture, Su Si always remembered that his previous profile profile picture was a group photo of them, and his WeChat nickname was Bright Future.

The future is bright and the years are worry-free.

Their bedroom is hung with an inscription written by him.

She once satirized him for his hypocrisy, her bright future was in vain because of his imprisonment, and her youth was ruined because of him.

Where is the bright future and the worry-free years?
but.

These are all past lives.

Now he doesn't know anything, the deep memory because of him makes Su Si feel like a dream.
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Fu Jing, to you, am I just a stand-in?
Is it, or a little different.

The wine glass in his hand slowly slipped and smashed to the ground with a crisp sound.

The cold wind blows from the balcony, and the people leaning against the wine cabinet gradually regain their senses. There is no glass shards on the side of the pipe, and they drink directly from the bottle.

Su Si, you are really a bitch.

In his heart, you are just another woman's substitute.

Still, I kind of like him.

Su Si felt that she was sick.

Like Fu Jing in her previous life, she also suffered from serious mental illness.

Stockholm Syndrome.

hostage complex.

The victim has feelings for the perpetrator, which is the instinctive reaction of people under the action of survival desire and self-protection awareness.

She carried the wine bottle and walked to the balcony. When she turned her head, she could see the balcony of 1401 next door.

There was no light there, and it was pitch black, as if no one in the room was there.

"Doctors don't heal themselves."

Looking at the balcony of 1401, Su Si murmured self-deprecatingly.

He took a sip of the wine suddenly, but because he drank too quickly, his throat was burning and hurt.

"Cough cough cough..."

Her eyes were red from coughing, and tears overflowed from the beautiful Danfeng eyes. Under the stimulation of strong alcohol, she felt dizzy, her vision became blurred, and she simply fell to the ground.

1401 living room.

Fu Jing stood silently in the shadow by the balcony, watching Su Si staring at his house in a daze, watching her choke on drinking too much, and then lying on the ground blowing the cold wind in despair.

Because the lights were not turned on at home and the curtains were in front of him, people outside could not see him standing here at all.

Su Si lay down for a long time.

Fu Jing looked at it for a long time.

Through the closed floor-to-ceiling windows, it seems that one can feel the chill of autumn night leaking in from the crack of the door, how cold it must be outside.

Pursing his pale thin lips, he finally left the room and walked to the door of 1402.

The code for the door lock.

Just saw it.

The act of entering the password paused, and Fu Jing frowned.

Would she be unhappy seeing him barging in suddenly?

Will you hate him more?
After pondering for a moment, he turned and went back to his living room.

Back to the original position, through the French windows of the balcony, I found Su Si still lying there.

Fu Jing: "."

Hate it or hate it.

Not so bad.

He came to the door of 1402 again, entered the password decisively this time, then hurriedly walked to the balcony, and carried Su Si, who was lying dead, into the bedroom.

The body in his arms was icy cold, just like the car accident that year, when he crumbled and hugged her cold body in a pool of blood.

Fu Jing was startled for a while, and then a crazy and irresistible obsession surged in her dark peach blossom eyes, pressing her tightly on the bed, calling her persistently and cautiously over and over again, "Si Si, Si Si wake up... Si Si Si, wake up and see me, okay? I won't lock you up anymore, Si Si... Si Si, wake up..."

Shocked and trembling, the eyes of the man caught in the memory were red.

The person under him snorted uncomfortably, then moved and shrank into his arms.

Only then did Fu Jing come back to his senses.

She is still alive.

not dead.

All the collapse and madness faded away like a tide, and he placed a soft kiss on her forehead with extreme restraint.

Then he covered her with the quilt, closed the balcony door, and then turned to leave.

As long as she is still alive.

Even if he can only watch her spread her wings and fly in a dark corner in this life, he is willing to do so.

Without him, the future is bright and the years are worry-free.

Yeah.

(End of this chapter)