President,you are sick,needs to be cured!

Soon, it rained cats and dogs.

Wen Zhou was held by Shang Jing from behind, listening to the rain outside.

He kept his posture and dared not move. Around Wen Zhou's ears, Shang Jing breathed steadily.

Shang Jing's pupils were deep, and the light in the house warmed his cheeks, making his pale face look not much worse, but his body began to tremble.

Her voice was clear and deep: "when she left, I stood far away. I saw her covered with blood. I also saw Shang Ye coming in untidy clothes and secretly wiping tears in the corner."

His father, who ignored him, was so sad for the first time.

But soon, Shang ye came out of the pain of losing Yu suqiu and mingled with Su Mingyu.

Within a few months, Shang ye brought the hidden Su Mingyu home and gave him a title.

Wen Zhou listened with a heavy heart.

She couldn't help recalling the scene of Wen Xian's death.

Wenxian is depressed and getting worse. It is said that Wenxian is suffering from heart disease and trembling. In fact, it is better to say that Wenxian is selectively committing chronic suicide.

Every time she is sad about Wen Shihao's romantic account, she will be seriously ill.

When Wen Xian left that year, she also stood and watched from a distance.

At that time, Wen Shihao was extremely indifferent and didn't even bother to take a look at Wen Xian, who really liked him for many years.

Later, Shen Bi moved into the house. She also heard the conversation between Wen Shihao and Shen Bi.

He said: Wen Xian should die early.

He also said: when he married Wen Xian, he didn't want to. He felt disgusted at Wen Xian's face all day. He felt that the whole writer was full of suffocating smell. He would rather hide outside than go home to see Wen Xian.

In contrast, Wen Zhou suddenly felt that Shang ye had at least a little conscience.

Shang Jing's breathing slowed down and her sight was empty. "At that time, I didn't shed a tear. I even congratulated her death, because without her, I would no longer have to hide in the dark and be tortured by her."

He regards Zhou Zhou as a person who wants to live together all his life, and won't hide his thoughts from him.

Even he felt so cold-blooded.

Wen Zhou was slightly stunned.

She can understand Shang Jing's mood.

No one can be kind to those who hurt themselves under long-term abuse and torture.

As time goes by, some things may be dissipated, but those hurt memories will always be clearly branded in Shang Jing's memory.

Everything is Yu suqiu's problem.

She held the back of Shang Jing's hand with a slight force. Even if she didn't look back at the moment, she couldn't see Shang Jing's look clearly. Wen Zhouzhou also knew that Shang Jing was very uncomfortable.

She pursed her lips and wanted to comfort Shang Jing, but she didn't know how to comfort her.

Forgive her, she really has no experience in comforting people.

In the face of the current situation, she has nothing else to do except to keep silent and listen.

Perhaps, Shang Jing doesn't need anyone to enlighten.

Referring to the past, Shang Jing's memories buried in his mind became clear again bit by bit.

With the sound of thunder outside, Wen Zhou felt that his Xin long body was trembling.

He doesn't like thunder.

To be more precise, maybe Shang Jing was afraid of thunder.

Shang Jing didn't say more about the rest.

He remembered the first night he was locked in his room by Yu suqiu when he was a child.

That day, Yu suqiu got angry for no reason and threw him into the room and locked him up.

It happened that it was such a rainy night that the house was dark.

Fortunately, there is light now.

And Zhou Zhou.

When holding Zhou Zhou, the warmth of her body was constantly passing to him, smelling the reassuring fragrance of her body. Shang Jing's eyes became deeper and deeper, and the long arm around Wen Zhou's waist gradually strengthened.

I really want to hold Zhou Zhou all my life.

Wen Zhouzhou was a little out of breath by him. She broke off Shang Jing's fingers one by one and then turned around. Only then did she notice Shang Jing's pale face.

She held his face anxiously. "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

She still remembers the picture of Shang Jing vomiting and fainting.

It has been a long time since I last saw Shang Jing. Since she was with her, there has hardly been such a serious situation. I'm afraid the rainy night tonight has affected Shang Jing's mood.

She was afraid that it would happen again.

It was late at this time. If Shang Jing vomited again and fainted, she didn't know whether she should call Yu Dongli over.

Wen Zhou stared at his face for a while and found that Shang Jing was only pale. When there were no other situations, his worried heart was put down, "it's very late. We should have a rest."

Shang Jing lifted up his lip flap. In his pupil, Wen Zhou's small face was reflected. There was tenderness between his cold eyebrows and eyes, "HMM."

His body is a little weak.

Wen Zhou could only hold him by his waist and take him to bed. She was lying next to Shang Jing. When she was about to turn off the light in the room, Shang Jing held her hand.

"Zhou Zhou, don't turn off the lights." He doesn't want to be dark around.

He hoped that when he woke up and opened his eyes, his sight would be bright.

If he was in a dark environment, he would feel afraid, and he would feel that there were a pair of resentful and murderous eyes looking at him in the room.

Many times before, he woke up from such a dream.

Wen Zhou nodded and agreed, "OK."

It was the first time for her to hear Shang Jing make such a request, and she was naturally satisfied.

Lying in bed with their eyes closed, they simply hugged each other and slept.

Wen Zhou didn't adapt to the bright light in the house at first. She took the book put aside by Shang Jing, gently sat up and put the pillow behind her.

Shang Jing seems to be sleeping soundly.

He lay beside Wen Zhouzhou, his head subconsciously leaning against her arms, and his quiet and beautiful sleeping face made Wen Zhouzhou feel soft.

She couldn't sleep, so she stared at Shang Jing's face. Then she stretched out her fingers and touched Shang Jing's long and thick eyelashes.

His eyelashes are even more beautiful than hers.

How can a big man look like this?

Finally, Wen Zhou fell asleep. His head tilted and his chin rested on Shang Jing's head.

??????

Wenjia.

Shen bi was locked outside Wen's house with wet hands. She shook the railing outside with her hands. Her voice shouted from the initial sharp voice to the present hoarseness: "Wen Shihao, open the door and let me in!"

"Wen Shihao, you old bastard, let me in -"

Bang bang??????

Yunyi stayed in the dark. He sat in the car and was surprised when he saw Shen Bi's end.

I thought I needed to do it myself.

Shang Shao said that Shen Bi had caused Miss Wen to have a high fever and almost couldn't wake up. Therefore, with Shang Shao's mind of being small, he privately told him to do it without telling everyone.

Unexpectedly, he didn't have to do it at all.