You're dead, I'm happy

When Xiangwan returned home, Zhang Ma saw the band-aid on her forehead at a glance: "Miss, what's wrong with your forehead?"

Xiangwan didn't want Zhang's mother to worry, so she didn't intend to tell her what she had happened at school: "It's okay, I just touched her accidentally and broke her skin."

Even though she said this, Zhang's mother still forced her to check it carefully before she stopped. She kept muttering: 'You have a bad sense of balance when you are small, you can fall down even on the ground, and your body is often blue and purple.

, So you should pay more attention to every day. What should I do if a girl gets hit and loses her face? And...'

Seeing that Zhang Ma had no intention of stopping, Xiangwan couldn't bear it anymore: 'Okay, OK, I know, I'll go back to the room first!'

After saying that, she trotted upstairs.

In the evening, Zhang's mother brought milk to Xiangwan.

Seeing the pure milk in the cup, Xiangwan's mind flashed through the scene of his mother falling from the night of the building, and he suddenly felt nervous: 'Mom Zhang, take away the milk, I won't drink it, I won't need it anymore.

'

Ma Zhang roughly guessed why she didn't drink milk, but she was still worried about her condition: 'But Miss... I have been used to drinking milk since I was a child, so it's not good to not drink and sleep. You have been insomnia these days, so how can your body withstand it?

'

Xiangwan turned his back to Zhang's mother: "It's better to get used to it. I want to rest. You can go out first."

Seeing Xiangwan insisting, Zhang's mother had no choice but to give up and close the window for her, leaving only a desk lamp.

Zhang's mother walked to the door and ran into Zuo Xingyun head-on. He seemed to have just come back from an important occasion. Before he could change his black haute couture suit, the white shirt inside was buttoned very rigorously, and the dark tie was meticulous.

It looks like a stranger is not close to you.

Seeing that Zhang Ma was holding milk in her hand and looked worried, he looked into the evening room: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Ma lowered her voice: 'Miss came back early today, and there was still a wound on her forehead. She said she was knocking herself, and I was a little worried...'

Zuo Xingyun paused for a moment, took the milk from Zhang's mother's hand and said, "I'll go."

Zhang Ma was a little surprised. Although Xiang Wan had the best relationship with Zuo Xingyun when she was a child, she was almost inseparable, but now the two of them are at a slightest risk...

Before she could react, Zuo Xingyun had already pushed the door open and went in.

Hearing the movement of opening the door, Xiangwan thought that Ma Zhang was back, so he lay down and didn't move. It was not until the tall figure cast under the desk lamp completely covered her that she felt the pressure that could not be ignored.

"Why are you?!"

Xiangwan sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, with the nervousness and a little cramping in his eyes after being disturbed.

Zuo Xingyun stood in front of the bed and handed her the milk: "Drink it."

The two simple and direct words are more like overbearing commands.

Xiangwan never took this trick. She raised her hand and pushed his hand away unhappily. The force was a bit heavy, and she also expressed her determination to protest.

The milk overflowed a little, staining the black gloves on Zuo Xingyun's right hand, but even so, he didn't mean to take off the gloves, but just put the milk on the bedside table, and his tone was cold: "You are not already."

As a child, you should know how to cherish your body."

Listening to his words, Xiang Wan felt funny: "Ha, I heard it right? You are not caring about me, right? Zuo Xingyun, isn't it easier for you to occupy my property after I die? Don't do it

It seems like there is still some old love between us. Put away your hypocrisy, so that everyone can be more comfortable."

Zuo Xingyun didn't argue anything, and there was no turmoil on his face: "Then you can continue like this. As you said, you are dead... I'm also satisfied."

As he said that, he turned around and walked to the door, stopped, and turned his head slightly: "By the way, I'll remind you that your mother is just in the ICU, either dead. If you want to give up on yourself, you will just take her to bury her. If I were you,

I will try my best to take back my own things, rather than encountering a slight setback, like a waste being in a slump."

The moment Xiangwan grabbed the pillow and smashed it over, the door just closed. The soft pillow bounced to the ground and flipped it around a few times unwillingly, so scared that he got under the bed.

Perhaps because I haven't had a good sleep these days, Xiangwan fell asleep before eleven o'clock.

The thunder in the early morning was somewhat disturbing the dream, but the thunder seemed to be mixed with the sound of footsteps that were almost inaudible and the sound of opening the door...?

When she noticed this, Xiangwan didn't care at first because she was too sleepy, and Zhang's mother would occasionally see if she had covered her with a quilt at night.

The footsteps were approaching, and suddenly, a pair of slightly cool hands gently held her cheeks.

The faint pine wood fragrance slowly penetrated into the nose, Xiang Wan was like a basin of cold water being poured on, and he suddenly lost all sleepiness!
Chapter completed!