Mystery Lover: The President's Deep Favor

Suddenly she heard footsteps behind her.

She subconsciously wanted to turn around to see, but before she turned back, she was pushed down her back. Her pupil shrank, and even before she could breathe out, she rolled down the stairs

He opened his eyes with a loud song and a cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Trembling, she reached out to touch her head, intact, no wound.

She gently relieved, a look back on mu Yunze a pair of deep eyes.

Think of the dream just now, singing a little guilty.

She licked her lips and whispered, "you haven't left yet."

It's just light outside. It should be like six or seven o'clock. At this time in the past, mu Yunze had to get up and run, so she asked.

How to know that she asked, mu Yunze's face is more smelly.

"What did you dream of?"

His face was taut, his tone was heavy and a little penetrating.

"I didn't dream of anything..."

The singing voice is a little empty, and the eyes are flickering.

Mu Yunze stares at her without expression for two seconds, and suddenly says, "is Su Jinghuan awake?"

"No..."

As soon as the voice fell, his sweat rose and looked at him in horror.

Mu Yunze sneered and scoffed. He lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed. He did not look at her any more. He put on his pajamas and slammed the door to leave.

Singing a little melancholy holding the quilt, originally two people are now like fire and water, she again at this juncture dreamt that Su Jinghuan was talking in his sleep, and mu Yunze was not angry that there was a ghost.

She originally wanted to go after her explanation, but now she wants to. Even if she did, it would be useless. In Mu Yunze's mind, she and Su Jinghuan were regarded as birds of a feather, and the explanation may not be heard.

Gao Song stayed in bed for a while and got up.

Mu Yunze has changed his clothes and is ready to go out.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, he turned his head and looked at her. He sang with embarrassment at the corner of his mouth and said, "Hi".

However, before the voice fell, mu Yunze opened the door and left.

The temperament is not small.

Singing flat mouth, from the bag out of the contraceptive, and water swallow.

After taking the medicine, Gao Ge took the medicine box and thought back to the dream just now.

Intuition told her that it was not a dream, but a reality she had forgotten.

She didn't forget Su Jinghuan because of the blow, but because her head was hit when she was pushed down from upstairs.

If so, can we explain why her psychotherapy has not had much effect in recent years?

But who pushed her down the stairs?

Singing and thinking, no thoughts.

She vaguely remembered that there seemed to be some hint in the dream, but after thinking for a long time, she couldn't remember what it was.

Maybe not at all. It's her delusion.

Gao Song rubbed his face and ran to the bathroom to wash.

"Flame" is still in a hurry. It started shooting at 8 a.m. and didn't have a rest until 3 p.m.

Singing is very tired. After eating two mouthfuls of lunch, he ran to the car to have a rest.

After an hour's rest, we still need to shoot after a break. In May, the "flame" will be publicized, and the 11 files will be released. The overall time is very tight. The shooting cycle of 120 days has been reduced to 100 days. Even now, the time is still constantly shrinking. So how much is it for singing on the set to have a sleep It's rare.

Pull the blindfold off, cover your eyes, sing and soon fall asleep.

This dream, strange and connected with the dream of the morning.

Twenty three stairs, singing down from the top, every skin of the body is not crying pain.

When she finally fell down, the back of her head landed on the ground, and the bright red blood oozed from his head. Her brain was blank, and even her pain became very clear.

The scene in front of her was a little fuzzy. She could see a white figure standing on the stairway. She could not see anything clearly.

She opened her mouth and tried to shout, but her throat was like a blockage, and she couldn't say anything.

Finally, she watched the figure disappear in front of her eyes, and then, she had no consciousness.

Later, it was found by the night shift nurse that he was sent to the emergency room. Because of excessive blood loss, he almost died at that time.

After a week's sleep, she forgot Tang Qinghuan.

In her heart, she did not remember an important part of her life.

That memory, like her heart gouged out a piece, empty. As like as two peas,

asked what she was around and asked herself if she had forgotten anything, but everyone had the same caliber and no memory.But who is the person who left traces in her mind, and whose figure she can't forget?

This idea, has been struggling in her mind, she every day in very hard to recall that person's appearance, but in addition to a white shirt, a tall and straight back, she can not remember anything.

She also wanted to pretend that she didn't know, but every night, she would dream about the car accident and that someone was shouting in her ear, "little song, close your eyes."

After waking up, she was full of tears, such a dream, for three months, until she recovered and came out of the hospital.

In order to remember that one figure, she used a brush to draw the figure in her heart, again and again.

When she left the hospital, all her sketch books were full of that figure.

But there is only one back.

Is it really just a dream?

For the first time, he began to doubt his insistence.

Did the person she forgot forget forget her? If it really exists, why don't you come to her, or do you know where she is and what's the secret?

But how can he see me?

Singing and frowning, I accidentally saw the billboard in the street. Inspiration flash, now the fastest spread of the Internet, is not it? If she went on the big screen, would she be able to see him?

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