Cold President, Hug Me

What she knew better was that people can't come back from death.

People, dead is dead.

It's impossible to live again.

Pain to the extreme, unable to control, Jing bao'er is to open his eyes, and then ignite a smoke again.

This time, the cigarette was between her fingers, but she didn't smoke directly. Instead, she pressed the burning red cigarette end to the back of her left hand

The back of the hand, which was bruised by thorns, was soon red and swollen by cigarette end

The tingling sensation spread on her skin, but she didn't feel it at all.

Because this kind of pain is not at the same level as the pain you are suffering now.

Such pain, for now she is negligible.

"Fourth uncle, please come back. As long as you can come back to me again, I am willing to do whatever you want me to do. Even if it's life for life, I will never look back. Fourth uncle, I am willing to sacrifice all my life in exchange for you to come back to me again. As long as you can come back to me again, I don't care what you want me to do..."

"Fourth uncle, once, I wanted a lot of things, but now I don't want anything. Now I just want you to come back to me again..."

"Fourth uncle, you see my requirements are so simple and you are so powerful. You can reach me every minute, can't you? You will appear in front of me every minute, won't you? "

She frowned, just alone, looking at the French window opposite her and talking to herself.

So to herself, she felt crazy.

But she couldn't control herself at all

Now, she is full of sadness and has no tears to vent, so she can only use this way to talk to herself.

Even if this way, really let her look crazy, she will not care.

After the cigarette end was completely extinguished, she slowly took it away and looked at the small hole made by the cigarette end

But with a bitter smile, she once again held her leg helplessly, and then buried her head in her knees.

She wanted to just hold herself

That's it

……

Outside the bedroom, in the living room, the dream is still serious, sitting on the sofa, patiently waiting for jingbao'er.

A glance at the time, found that has passed a whole disappeared, her patience, but also gradually lost part.

Now, her main worry is the state of Jing bao'er in it

She wanted to get up and knock on the door, but after thinking about it, she held back.

People who have also experienced the pain of the skin understand the psychology of such people.

She knew that the last thing bao'er wanted was to be disturbed.

So, no matter how uncomfortable or worried she was in her heart, she could only bear to keep herself from touching the bedroom door

With a long sigh, she couldn't help saying to herself, "God, you are really strange. I can't understand you at all. There are so many bad people in this world. If you don't clean them up, you have to make trouble with Jingrong. Why do you do that?"

Think of here, the heart in the dream, also can't help but mercilessly draw pain for a while.

Up to now, she can't forget the scene that she was bound with huge stones, and her whole body was covered with blood and flesh. She was mercilessly ordered by tiger to retreat from the sea. That scene, at that time, really brought her a deep psychological shadow

She thought that she would never forget that picture in her whole life.

Thinking of this, her heart, the hatred for tiger, once again increased a few points.

Even if that man had died, it could not eliminate her hatred for that man.

Some things can't be made up by death.

Taking a deep breath, she just closed her eyes and said to herself, "tiger, as a miserable woman who has been imprisoned by you for three years, I wish you a smooth journey to the 18th floor of hell Endure the hardships of going up the knife mountain, going down the oil pot and the sea of fire... "

When speaking, her tone is gnashing of teeth.

She really hates that man.

It was the man who destroyed everything she had.

If that man did not appear, her life would not be like this.

If time could go back, even if she was killed at that time, she would not be free to travel to Y country

That trip abroad, so quietly, changed the fate of her life

Take a deep breath again. In my dream, I put my eyes on the door of jingbao'er's bedroom.

Looking at the jujube red solid wood carved door, she felt grateful and began to roll wildly again.No matter what she thought, she felt that she had to thank Jing bao'er very much. She wanted to repay her kindness to that little woman

Because, without her, she would still be trapped by tiger in sunset Island, where birds don't shit and poisonous snakes are everywhere There will still be no personal freedom,

when there was freedom before, she never felt how valuable it was.

But until she was imprisoned by tiger, she felt more and more valuable about freedom.

Freedom is really as important as life.

How to think, she felt that Jing bao'er's great kindness to herself was really unrequited.

She felt that she should stay with Jingbao all her life and work for her

Even as an ordinary servant, she has no regrets.

In short, as long as you can stay with jingbao'er, that's enough

……

Jing bao'er just sat in the room until the sun set.

Until the whole room was dark, she didn't come back.

She is like a walking corpse without soul. Her eyes are dull. She leans against the bed and sits on the cold floor without a glance

Such eyes, with unprecedented emptiness and sadness.

Up to now, there is still no tear on her face

But the Sichuan character between the eyebrows has never disappeared

Outside, in my dream, it's too late to sit still, so I immediately go to the bedroom door and start knocking on the door -

"Dong Dong Dong Dong... "

Knock on the door, ring out, just let king treasure son return to God son.

Once in a hurry, she was impatient and asked at the door, "who? Go away... "

She doesn't want to see anyone now. She just wants to be by herself and stay quietly, licking and licking the wound alone.