Love you, never separate

It's another boring day. He Qing is still sitting in his bedroom. This time, Zhou Li put some books on the bedside shelf for him to read when he is bored. It can also kill some time.

He Qing didn't have a phone. He Qing couldn't contact Zhao Xiaochen and Dr. Wang. He didn't know what was going on. Tomorrow was the day for him to go for a reexamination. It seemed that he couldn't go. He didn't take medicine with him. His chest was aching. He had to sleep in bed when it hurt. When he woke up, he recovered.

Maybe because he didn't take medicine in the past two days, his chest tightness and shortness of breath became more and more frequent, and he didn't know how long he could persist. He didn't plan to tell Zhou Li, but thought about how to let Zhou Li let him go out alone, and he secretly went to the hospital for an examination.

As time goes by in such a hurry, he Qing doesn't know what he has done. It's already five or six o'clock in the afternoon. In fact, he has nothing to do. He is in a daze, reading books, sleeping, and so on.

He took a look at the clock on the wall and speculated that Zhou Li would be off work at this time. He collected the books on the bed, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face, and sat on the bed quietly waiting for Zhou Li to come back.

He has been waiting until the evening, not until Zhou Li, he has not had dinner, hungry, looked around, with a fluke mentality, got up barefoot bed, went to the door and twisted the doorknob, sure enough, did not move, he was a little frustrated to withdraw his hand, hung his head and sat down in place.

Zhou Li may be working overtime. He Qing comforts himself.

He sat on the cold floor with his back behind the door and looked straight at the window in front of him. It was dark outside. There were only a few sporadic windows with some light. Then, the rest was the light of the billboard that was always on.

He looked at the billboard in front of him. There was a cosmetic advertisement recently shot by a red little fresh meat. It looked good and could score eight points. It was not so angular on his face. It was that kind of soft feeling. The reason why he put on makeup was that it was more beautiful. It was the type most little girls like now.

However, compared with Zhou Li, it's still a little worse. Maybe beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Zhou Li is outstanding among ordinary people. If he is forced into the stars, he will probably have a plain appearance.

He Qing thought about it, and suddenly he chuckled. He shook his head. Now he can really think of Zhou Li in his eyes. He was stunned.

It's almost twelve o'clock, and there's no sound of opening the door outside. Zhou Li hasn't come back yet. He Qing's heart suddenly has a little uneasy. What's Zhou Li doing? Won't you come back tonight?

He Qing's heart was lost. He felt that his chest began to ache again. He put his arms around his bent legs, slightly arched his body, his forehead against his knee, grasped the clothes on his chest with his other hand, and beat his chest again and again with some weakness.

He felt a little difficult to breathe, as if something was stuck on his neck, which made his face pale and his eyes black. He could only breathe hard, and then he would not be suffocated into a coma.

This feeling lasted for a long time. He was a little weak and half lying by the door frame. His legs gradually spread out, and the whole person almost fell to the ground. His eyes were blurred, and he could not see anything clearly. It was like that a person who was not short-sighted usually wore glasses with severe myopia.

There seems to be a sound of opening the door outside the door. Someone seems to have entered the house. It's not the sound of Zhou Li's footsteps. He Qing suddenly froze and began to feel cold. Who else will come besides Zhou Li at this time?

He felt that the sound of footsteps came to the living room, and then there was a sound of heavy objects falling on the soft sofa. There was no sound of turning on the light, so everything was very strange.

The footstep outside the door was getting closer and closer, and then it disappeared very close to the door. Then there was the sound of the doorknob turning gently, but it didn't turn. He turned a second time, but it still didn't turn.

Maybe the atmosphere at this time is especially like that in a horror movie, so he Qing feels that the whole world is quiet, so quiet that he can hear his breathing clearly. He hears a trace of deep laughter coming from the door, and his breathing suddenly smothers.

He is now full of thoughts about whether he will encounter any burglary, but he is now trapped in the house and can't get out. Even if he goes out, he doesn't guarantee whether he can subdue the prisoners. But he doesn't have any communication equipment around him and can't do anything to call the police. He suddenly feels powerless.

He especially wants to see Zhou Li now. Although he was ready to die without any concern before, the person he wants to see most in this dangerous situation is Zhou Li.

He heard footsteps outside the door and left. Then there was a sound of keys. He covered his mouth in confusion and didn't want to make a sound. The bedroom was empty and there was no place to hide.

He felt that he was like a fish waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board. He didn't have the strength to struggle. His legs were soft

The sound of keys combined with the sound of daddada's footsteps was even more terrifying in the silent night. It was like a hell messenger who came to ask for his life. He closed his eyes as if he had accepted his life. Maybe this was the fate that God had decided for him, but he still had a lot to say to Zhou Li, and he still had a lot to say to Zhou Li

Sure enough, the more people have, the more greedy they are.

The door was suddenly opened, and the light in the bedroom burst through the crack of the door, illuminating the gloomy face outside. It was Wei Zhuang.

As soon as Wei Zhuang entered the door, he Qing, who was lying on the ground behind the door with his eyes closed tightly, ran back in fright. "He Qing, what are you doing here? Why don't you go back to bed? "

He Qingyi, who was nervous about how he would die, suddenly opened his eyes when he heard Wei Zhuang's voice. He felt that there was no better voice than Wei Zhuang's voice at the moment. He slightly propped up and sat up a little. Looking at Wei Zhuang, his voice was a little hoarse, "why are you here at this time? What about Zhou Li? "

"Brother Li, he... Drank a little outside today, got drunk... He's lying on the sofa in the living room... He's not in a good mood today, er, otherwise let him just sit on the sofa outside the door, and you don't want to see him first." Wei Zhuang scratched his head, said vaguely, then looked at He Qing with a look of panic.

As soon as he Qing listened to Wei Zhuang's words, he immediately tried to stand up, but his legs were still a little weak. After sitting on the ground all afternoon, he became a little stiff, but he was so scared