He stayed in the car for four hours and smoked two packs of cigarettes. From sunset to the rising of the moon, his eyes hardly moved.

Finally, in the middle of the night, he guessed that Xiao you should have fallen asleep before he came in.

When he came in, he also thought that he just stayed outside the ward to have a look and left. However, her painful cry and her helpless cry made him push the door of the ward again, and then he stood here

He did not speak, just went to one side to take a tissue, in the small leisurely moment, gently wipe the sweat on her forehead.

The warm touch on the skin made Xiaoyou feel trance for a moment, but the next second, when she came back to the source of the touch, she immediately opened his hand, and hatred and disgust appeared on her face: "don't touch me!"

Big hand, was struggling to open, tissue fell on the ground, white ink cold tightly pursed lips, eyes light micro flash.

Xiaoyou thought that if she did this, she would not give up easily according to baimohan's character. She was ready to stare at him like a little beast, but he didn't.

Bai Mohan just slowly took back his hand, stood up and looked at her deeply. For a long time, a smile of self mockery appeared from his lips: "don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

Xiaoyou doesn't think so. She pinches the corner tightly. It seems that as long as there is any change in baimohan, she will die with him the next second.

A trace of sadness quietly blooms in the white ink cold and deep eyes. It turns out that the real heartache is such a feeling. The next moment, he raised his hand, regardless of her resistance, tightly covered her eyes.

"Have a good rest. But, Gong Xiaoyou, I'm your husband after all, so next time, don't look at me like this again. "

The temperature on the eyelids gradually disappeared, Xiaoyou slowly opened his eyes, where the line of sight, but only a dark corner, the next second, white ink cold figure will completely disappear in the ward.

In the empty ward, Xiao you sat, white ink cold came, but it seemed that he didn't come. Except for the warm residual in his eyes, there was no trace of him in this room.

What does he want to do?

This night, Xiaoyou's sleep is rare and stable, and her persistent nightmare has never appeared again. She didn't wake up until nearly noon. I opened my eyes and stretched my back, but suddenly I found that there was something different in the ward.

In the vase which has been vacant, there are flowers in bud, which are fragrant.

There are peeled oranges, washed grapes and cut mangoes at the head of the bed, which she likes to eat.

The clothes changed yesterday have been washed, dried and put by the pillow.

Is it Is uncle here?

But uncle had never sent flowers before. Before she woke up, she prepared her favorite fruit and clothes I washed all my underwear. I don't think uncle would do that, would he?

Or did Uncle hire a nurse for himself?

The door of the ward was pushed open. As the door was pushed open, a strong fragrance came to my nose.

Who could it be?

A touch of dark clothes appeared in Xiaoyou's line of sight, let her instantly open her eyes: "how are you again?"

It's him again, white Mohan!

Didn't he leave last night? What are you doing here? What's his purpose!

"Are you awake? Have breakfast. " White ink cold end hot white rice porridge, steamed buns and soya bean milk, a lot of things, do not know, thought he moved the breakfast stand.

"I dare not eat the murderer's food!" Xiaoyou stares at him, bites his teeth, waves his hand and mercilessly waves everything to the ground. "Hiss..."

Most of the hot porridge is sprinkled on the back of Bai Nen's hand, and Xiao you's painful face changes instantly.

"Is it hot?" White ink cold eye color a dark, hurriedly forward, hold her small hand, looking at the back of the hand on a red, distressed not.

Xiaoyou pushed him away: "don't be hypocritical here, baimohan. It's not enough for you to kill my child. Do you want to kill me?" The pain on the back of the hand is painful again, can you resist the pain in the heart?

"Shut up Bai Mohan bit her teeth, picked her up and quickly walked to the bathroom.

"Bai Mohan, what are you doing? You put me down Xiaoyou struggled desperately, but it didn't work at all. She was so anxious that she couldn't see through the man and didn't know what he wanted to do with himself. At this time, there were only her and him in the ward. She was completely flustered.

In a hurry, she opened her mouth and bit his shoulder.

"Well."

A pain hum, can hear white ink cold very painful, and in fact, it is true, Xiaoyou almost use the strength of sucking, at this time of her mind, a blank, just want to desperately leave this man, far away from him

"Hua la la"

a piece of cold flowing on the back of Xiaoyou's hot hand made her regain consciousness instantly.She is

Lift eyes, white ink cold will hold her in his arms, open cold water, toward her hot porridge scalded place.

He just came to wash his wounds with cold water?

"Hua La, Hua La"

the sound of water in my ears kept on, but the hot pain on the back of my hand gradually alleviated.

"Are you better?"

There was a low voice from Bai Mo Han's ear. He turned his head to see that his brow was locked. His eyes had been looking at the place where he was injured, and his face was covered with heartache.

Heartache?

How can it be! I must have read it wrong!

"Well? Is it still painful? " For a long time did not get the answer of small leisurely, white Mo Han worried ground raises a head to see her.

She quickly took back her eyes, pretended not to care and shook her head: "I'm ok, you..."

Before he finished, he suddenly stopped.

That is the white ink cold shoulder, was bitten by oneself place, the snow-white shirt has been dyed red by blood, feel the bloody smell in the mouth, originally, oneself unexpectedly under such heavy mouth?

Why do you care about her injury when you are injured like this?

Purpose! Purpose! Purpose!

Xiao you's mind keeps jumping out of these two words.

She believed that Bai Mohan had his purpose in doing so!

It must be!

"What do you want to say?" White Mo Han asks again.

Xiaoyou looked at the eyes as deep as the ancient well. Somehow, he always felt that there was a touch of expectation in them. He felt a little uncomfortable. He quickly looked away: "I said, you put me down." White ink cold complexion a stiff, looking at her eyes, no action, for a long time, the circle in her waist of the big hand is not loose, but more tight, regardless of her opposition, just so embrace, will her back to the bed.