Chapter 857 (1/2)
Qin Shuying nodded silently.
”Hungry or not?”
He asked again.
Qin Shuying looked at the mobile phone in the cup and shook his head, ”not hungry!”
”Well, go to bed!”
She looked at him and nodded silently.
At this time, he had just taken a bath, his face was washed by water, and the blood was washed away, showing the traces of being beaten.
It's blue and purple, especially the nose. It's red and swollen
She stretched out her hand and pressed it gently. He was so painful that he turned his head subconsciously.
”Does it hurt?”
She looked at him nervously.
He shook his head indifferently. ”It doesn't hurt. It's OK. Go to bed.”
”Ji Mohan...”
She looked at him and whispered his name. She wanted to persuade him to go to the hospital, but at last she swallowed it silently.
He is a bitter smile, the expression is also a bit bitter.
”Why, can't I call your name?”
He black eyes looking at her, gradually deep, ”I hope you, can call me a husband.”
”Oh... I went to bed.”
Qin Shuying goes to the bedroom.
He reached for the bedroom door and pressed the light.
She slumped down on the soft mattress a little tired, and there was so much going on that day that her mind is still in a state of confusion.
Close your eyes, the bloody picture will still appear in your mind.
She also has another kind of worry, this time angered the strong son, whether he will retaliate.
Qiangzi and brother Hua are familiar, and brother Hua knows that she knows ye mianmianmian. Maybe he can find out where Jinyu is in hospital.
Even found her here.
If she is alone, she has nothing to worry about.
But now, she has Jin Yu and Ji Mohan
These things like a thread, entangled in her mind, she was almost out of breath.
She turned off the light and lay alone in bed for a while, leaning over and resting her head on her arm.
I haven't fallen asleep for a long time.
She had to get up, some angrily opened the drawer, habitually to touch the cigarette.
She lives in a house she rented before, or in the bedroom Ye Mianmian arranged for her later.
She would be like a hamster hoarding food, full of cigarettes in the drawer, when she couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, she would take a few cigarettes to relieve her anxiety.
In the long run, she has a great addiction to smoking. When she wants to smoke but does not smoke, her heart is like a hundred cat paws scratching.
Scratching the heart and liver, it's too hard.
Unfortunately, this is not where she used to live. The drawer is empty and there is nothing in it.
She closed the drawer again and came out in her pajamas.
The headlights in the living room were turned off, leaving only a small dark light.
Ji Mohan hasn't gone to bed yet. He seems to be calling someone.
His voice was so low that she couldn't hear anything clearly.
Moreover, as soon as she got close, he hung up and looked at her, ”why don't you sleep?”
”Who are you calling?”
She asked casually, but she didn't care. She didn't want to know who he was calling.
”To the family!”
He was silent for a long time before he gave the answer and said, ”peace.”