Love You To The Bones

Fang Xiaoran came at a bad time and happened to meet the plum rain season in Coconut City.

After several plum rains in recent days, the weather became cool, and the night sky of the whole city seemed to be shrouded in a dense fog.

Fang Xiaoran forgot to put on her coat when she went out, so she sneezed all the way.

Suddenly I felt someone following her behind me. I was worried about whether to go into a women's clothing store and pretend to buy clothes. Suddenly, the black satchel on my shoulder was pulled back.

Fang Xiaoran quickly turned her head. A tall, thin, middle-aged man describing obscenity was cutting off a leather shoulder strap with a blade. He grabbed her satchel and ran across the street.

In the sparsely populated street, men run very fast.

The bag contains not only her ID card, bank card and other important documents, but also all her cash, almost all of Fang Xiaoran's possessions.

Her eyes were red with anxiety. She suddenly turned around and chased after her. She shouted hoarsely, "stop, you stop, robbery, thief robbery!"

Occasionally, several shopkeepers of the street shops jumped out to watch the excitement. They just stood quietly at the door of the shop, and no one helped.

Fang Xiaoran was so anxious that she bit her lower lip with her teeth and almost exuded blood beads. At the speed of 100 meters sprint, she ran all the way across two main streets and ran across a bridge. When she crossed the road, her right foot in high heels sprained. She almost immediately fell down on the wet and cold concrete road.

Coincidentally, his forehead knocked on a large uneven stone beside the road. Bursts of severe pain came. He was dizzy, his sight was messy and couldn't see clearly. He was about to bite his teeth and get up. With a slap, a dark object fell from the thief's escape direction and hit her not far from the left side of her body.

Fang Xiaoran subconsciously opened her red eyes and looked very familiar. It was the black satchel she had just been robbed by the thief!

Under the light of the dim yellow street lamp, the figure of the obscene tall and thin man flashed and disappeared.

People can't catch up anymore!

Fang Xiaoran glared in that direction, quickly got up with both hands on the cement pavement, limped forward for about two or three meters, reluctantly bent down to pick up the satchel, looked through it carefully, and all the cash was taken by the thief. Fortunately, those important documents were left behind.

She raised her head and breathed into the dark sky. She felt more than a pain in her forehead and a pain in her heart.

She turned and stumbled back along the original road. When she passed the window of a cake shop, the transparent glass reflected her embarrassed appearance.

The hair was scattered in disorder behind the head, the blue dress suit was smeared with black and yellow sewage traces, the palm was scratched, the sprained right foot was swollen and blue like steamed bread, the forehead was knocked out of blood, and the blood stains adhered to the face. It looked very consistent with the image of a divorced woman who had lost her husband.

Fang Xiaoran looked at the transparent window with a real look of embarrassment. After watching it for a long time, the corners of her lips suddenly rose and aroused a bitter smile of self mockery.

It's only a few days since she left Shen Zichuan. She just lives like such a ghost. It's really a failure!

When her mood recovered a little, Fang Xiaoran dragged her aching body into a drugstore, swiped her card and bought disinfectant cotton swabs and gauze. Under the enthusiastic guidance of the waitress, she squatted on the cold floor, facing a half person high dressing mirror, quietly cleaned and wrapped the wounds on her palm and forehead.

The waitress specially asked, "do you need some anti-inflammatory drugs? Disinfectant with anti-inflammatory drugs will make your wound better faster."

"No, thanks."

Fang Xiaoran thought and shook her head gently.

She just looked at it roughly. A box of ordinary anti-inflammatory drugs costs more than 30 yuan, and those that work quickly are more expensive. She doesn't have much money in her bank card, so she can save a little.

During the four years of marriage, although Shen Zichuan was often cold and violent and turned a blind eye to her concern and flattery, he was very generous and straightforward in terms of money and never treated her badly.

If she is not greedy and extravagant to get his love, she will do his face project. Mrs. Shen will live a very rich and luxurious life.

But what she asked for was never his money, but the cold heart in his broad chest.

Without his heart, she would rather not have him for half a penny.

Therefore, after leaving, she put the unlimited black card he gave herself on the bedside table in the bedroom and returned it to him.

Thinking of the cold man who loved into the bone marrow but hurt her the most, Fang Xiaoran silently shed tears and made no sound while dealing with the wound.

I thought my mood would get better after tears.

Unexpectedly, the heart hurts more and more. It shrinks and tightens. It hurts like a knife twist. Even her breath has a tingling pain. Fang Xiaoran is almost out of breath.

Shen Zichuan... Shen Zichuan, where am I inferior to Yan Rong above? What is not perfect? Why would you rather like her than me?

Am I bad tempered and clumsy? What's wrong that makes you angry and dissatisfied? Tell me, I can change it. I can change it all. Tell me!

The waitress on duty in the drugstore looked at the young woman squatting on the floor with a small white face and tears.

Shen Zichuan, who had just closed his eyes and narrowed for a while on the plane, suddenly trembled, suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, "Shen Bai, how long will it take to reach Coconut City?"

As a personal assistant, Shen Bai has been sitting in the nearest position to Shen Zichuan, reading all kinds of company contract documents he carries with him, and paying attention to the movements of his immediate boss.

Hearing Shen Zichuan's question, his heart tightened. He quickly glanced at his watch and replied respectfully, "Mr. Shen, it will take about 25 minutes."

"Brother Zichuan, what happened? Did you have a nightmare?"

Song Zijian stood up from the sofa on the other side, squinting his sleepy eyes, yawned and walked towards Shen Zichuan. He found that the man's expressionless face was sweating. Seeing that he was holding his arms to get up, he immediately dragged Ji muyuan to run over and hold the man down. He touched the hot skin on the surface. He was in a panic for a moment.

"I'll go. A stomachache caused a cold and fever. You're still tossing around like this. Don't die?"

Ji muyuan followed with a voice, "Zichuan, listen to your brother and take care of your body first! Even if you die, you have to support Yecheng and die in front of Fang Xiaoran."

Song Zijian, "..."

The special forces who only know how to fight are really vicious.

Shen Bai also nodded, "Hello, Mr. Shen, just my wife!"

"I know my body well. I can't die for the time being!"

Shen Zichuan mercilessly narrowed his blood red eyes, held down his tingling throat and shouted hoarsely, "she is crying and crying. I can see her, but I can't go over to give her half help. You can never understand this helpless mood."