Flash marriage honey love: the chief mad wife

Chapter 83 Dreams and Reality

Su Moxiu smiled and said, "I'm not sick, I just came to the hospital for something."

Zhuang Zixin looked at Su Moxiu, although he was smiling, but she still saw deep sadness and sadness from his eyes.

Zhang Zhangkou didn't know what to say, could she and Su Moxiu be considered friends?Although they knew each other's names, they knew nothing about each other except their names, so Zhuang Zixin didn't know what to say and could only pretend that they didn't know anything.

But the silence just made time feel like it was gradually freezing, and the feeling of embarrassment gradually surged up.

"By the way, I don't know why you were suddenly injured? Also, when will you be discharged from the hospital?" Maybe Su Moxiu also felt a little embarrassed, so after being silent for a while, he looked up at Zhuang Zixin and asked suddenly.

Su Moxiu's words once again reminded Zhuang Zixin of Zhuang Jingsu's words today, the loss and sadness in his eyes flashed past, then he raised his eyes to look at Su Moxiu, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth and said: "There was an accident after get off work." , but the doctor said that he could be discharged in a few days."

After Zhuang Zixin finished speaking, she fell silent again. She wondered if it was time to fight back, but...

Thinking of those letters, she hesitated again. The agreed time between her and Ye Lengqing hadn't arrived yet, so she didn't want to start acting so soon. Anyway, the Chinese New Year has passed, maybe in three or two months.

If after three months, there is a result between her and Ye Lengqing, no matter whether it is good or bad, she thinks she can make a serious decision.

She doesn't want to make random decisions after encountering a little thing now, she is afraid that she will regret it at that time, she doesn't want to regret it, so she would rather use the pain at this time to wait for the final result.

Su Moxiu's appearance was like a flash in the pan. He stayed in Zhuang Zixin's ward for a while, then after answering the phone, he said goodbye to Zhuang Zixin and left.

Once again, I was alone in the huge ward, and the anesthetic on the wound began to recede little by little, and the pain came up little by little.

It didn't take a moment for Zhuang Zixin's forehead to break out in a layer of sweat, and his little face became even paler.

Drowsy, Zhuang Zixin fell asleep, this time she slept for a long time, but it was very restless, because she dreamed of Zhou Rui.

In the dream, Zhou Rui was lying in a puddle of sewage covered in blood, and her little face was swollen badly besides the blood stains.

In the dream, Zhuang Zixin just stood blankly not far from Zhou Rui, watching Zhou Rui struggling there, her heart ached, but her feet seemed to be rooted and could not move. , so she could only watch Zhou Rui struggling in front of him.

Listening to Zhou Rui's stern accusations, "Zhuang Zixin, you are so cruel, do you know that I am all for you, why don't you save me, I am in so much pain, so painful, Zhuang Zixin, I regret knowing you so much! "

"Ah..." Zhuang Zixin screamed and sat up from the bed, because the dream was too real, Zhuang Zixin who sat up with disheveled hair, pressed his right hand on the still throbbing heart, his eyes were full of distress with guilt.

"Ruirui, where are you?" His eyes stared forward without focus, his lips moved, and his voice was as clear as a whisper.

At this time, although Zhou Rui didn't want to be as miserable as Zhuang Zixin's dream, but it was not much better.

In the basement of a villa in a small town in Mexico on the other side of the ocean, a small light on the roof exudes a faint halo.

Although the basement is not very big, it is not too small either. Due to the dim lighting, some corners and places where things are piled up look very dark.

At this time, there was a puddle of water stains on the ground in the center of the ground, and a woman was sitting paralyzed in the midst of the water stains. The white cotton skirt that the woman was wearing was so dirty that the original color could hardly be seen. There was what appeared to be the remains of broken chairs.

The woman's small face was also like her skirt, so dirty that she couldn't see her real face, only her bright eyes showed firmness and stubbornness.

Behind the woman stood two men, with their hands folded on their stomachs, standing there motionless like a sculpture.

And a few steps away from her directly in front of her, sat a man with a very strong figure sitting on a chair. The man was only wearing a black vest, and the exposed skin was covered with colors. Brightly colored various tattoos.

But the most frightening thing is that on the man's supposedly handsome face, there is a scar stretching from the end of his right eyebrow across the bridge of his nose to the bottom of his left cheek. His cold and gloomy eyes stare lifelessly at the man who is sitting slumped. woman on the ground.

The whole space was filled with a smell of dead silence. After a long time, the man with the scar flicked the cigarette butt after he finished smoking a cigarette, and the flying cigarette butt landed on the woman's messy hair very accurately.

In an instant, the entire basement exuded a smell of singeing, mixed with the damp musty smell of the basement, and turned into a disgusting smell that was almost unbearable.

The woman originally wanted to raise her right hand to knock off the cigarette butt that had burned her scalp, but the severe pain in her right hand made her unable to lift it up. In the end, she could only lie down on the ground, and then shook her head weakly. Although the cigarette butt came off But because the hair is too messy, the cigarette butts are still entangled in the hair, and the unextinguished cigarette butts are still burning the hair, and there is a slight sound, followed by the pungent singeing smell.

"Are you planning to carry on?" The man with the scar finally spoke to the woman lying on the ground, with a gloomy feeling in his voice.

The woman on the ground struggled twice to get up, but in the end it was futile. She just gave up and lay down on the cold ground. Because it was too cold, the woman tried her best to shrink her legs and curl herself into a ball, but she still couldn't stop Trembling, teeth chattering up and down because of too cold.

"I really don't know." The woman said angrily, her messy hair fell down, covering her entire small face.

"Zhou Rui, it seems that I don't use some guys, you don't plan to say it?" The man with the scar slowly clenched his hands and made a sound of "ga-ba-ga-ba", and then stood up from the chair with wide eyes.

Zhou Rui lay there motionless, only her weak breathing made her chest rise and fall slightly.

On the small face covered by the hair, there was a miserable sneer at this moment, move the guy?Aren't there few so-called guys who use it on themselves these days?
She can't count how many things have greeted her since she entered this room. At first, she almost couldn't bear the pain, but every time she thought of Zhuang Zixin looking at her, she said that she was the only one in her life. When she was with the person she loved the most, she told herself that she must endure it.

How many times she passed out because she couldn't bear the pain, but she woke up again in pain.

"Go get the guy in!" the man with the scar said to a man standing behind Zhou Rui on the left, the man nodded and walked out directly after listening.

(End of this chapter)