I watched Gu Han in the hospital for several hours. He was sedated and lay on the bed. His dark eyes looked at the ceiling, silent and silent, like a corpse.

The doctor came to observe for several times, there was no big problem, but because of excessive sadness, his heart and lung appeared a short pause, but fortunately he was in his prime, so there was no big problem.

Seeing me, he pursed his lips and said, "come back!" I can't hear any emotion. I nodded and didn't say much.

Looking for a circle, only to find him in the study, he seems to edit something on the computer.

Back in the house, Gu Han was not in the living room. I put my things in the kitchen.

It's already late, and the things in the supermarket are almost sold. I picked out a few dishes that I can cook on weekdays, and then bought noodles.

He looked at me, did not mean to say more, also agreed.

I smile, shake my head, "no, I can go down alone."

He put the key down, looked at me and said, "I'll go with you."

I looked at it and said, "you wait for me for a while. I'll go to the supermarket downstairs and buy something."

Originally not far away, back to the Central Park community, because for a long time did not come over, basically nothing in the refrigerator.

He sank his eyes, and the car had turned around and walked in the direction of the Central Park community, "I don't want to!"

I pursed my lips and said, "there are servants at home. It's not my turn to cook." Try to ask him, "do you want to look back at home?"

He held the hand of the steering wheel and looked at me and said, "why don't you take care of your home?"

Now let him go to the place where there are many people. I'm afraid that his heart will be more depressed.

On the bus, I thought about it, looked at him and said, "Gu Han, let's go to the Central Park community. What do you want to eat? I'll go back and make it for you."

I'm a little confused. How did his hatred come from?

Just from his black eyes issued that bloodthirsty light, is he never had, it is hatred, complain deep hatred.

He pulled him out of the hospital. He was still tall and calm. He couldn't see anything different. He was just like before.

He put down his chopsticks, got up, pulled the coat on one side, looked at me and said, "come on, let's eat out."

I Leng Leng, shaking my head, "I'm not hungry!"

He stopped and shook his head. His eyes fell on me and said, "have you eaten?"

He made me a little worried, but I didn't know how to comfort him. "What else do you want to eat? I'll go downstairs and buy it for you. "

"It's OK. Make do with it!" He took it from me, eating it with dignity and elegance as before, as if he had never experienced the tragedy just now.

I was stunned, some can't adapt to his calm indifference, nodded and shook his head, "what do you want to eat, I'll buy it now!"

he nodded, his eyes cold, indifference to some abnormal, looking at the porridge in my hand, he said, "only porridge?"

You can imagine how bloody it is.

Falling from such a high floor, I didn't see it with my own eyes, but the person I saw only used two words to describe it - Patty!

What I'm worth asking is Xu Hui, who said, "she's been sent to the funeral home."

He sat on the sickbed in a dull and lonely way. When he saw me, he opened his mouth slightly and his voice was hoarse

It was getting dark. I went downstairs to buy some food. By the time I came back, Gu Han's sedative effect had passed.

He just said with a smile, "I'll cook noodles. It'll be ready in a moment."

He gave a hum and stopped reacting.