"No, we all recognize each other, and he can still be stingy."
"You are really not ashamed to be able to say such a thing."
"Facts, facts okay, we are relatives now."
"..." Yu Baran was speechless.
On the other side, Mo Luan sent a WeChat message to Xun Jie and he did not reply.
She went to the small square at the back of the meeting place, and there was no one under the tung tree.
The girl frowned.
With Xunjie's temperament, he would not leave on his own, he would definitely wait for her with him.
She dialed his phone again.
No one answered.
Mo Luan thought for a while and walked outside the art gallery.
At this time, Xun Ji was sitting in a dark sports car in the parking lot of the Art Museum.
He sweats profusely, has a severe headache, and his face is pale as a ghost.
He is ill.
Suddenly, but it seemed to be expected.
The mood of the three of them changed, and Xun Fu suffered a serious illness last time.
So, now this body has conditions from time to time.
If this situation is not contained in time, there will be endless troubles.
This is a crisis that all three people understand.
But so far, it seems that there is no good way to prevent this body from getting sick.
Instead, the situation is getting worse.
Even the big brother Xun Jie couldn't control it.
The phone rang louder than ever, and the convulsive man tried to reach out his coat pocket.
But the trembling fingers couldn't even open the pocket, let alone hold the phone.
Xun Jie gasped.
It hasn't been this serious for a long time.
He tried to calm himself, and tried not to think about anything.
But the noisy picture in my mind became clearer and clearer.
The noise made him a headache.
I really want to hit someone, and the bloodthirsty and violent factors in his body shock his mind over and over again.
Every cell is clamoring to vent with blood.
Xun Jie suddenly hugged his head, this kind of pain is not a sharp pain.
Instead, countless old pictures squeezed in his head to torture him.
His consciousness gradually became blurred and he had to take medicine.
He will go crazy without medicine.
"No, you can't take medicine. If you become dependent, you know the consequences."
A voice in his head warned him.
Yes, you can't take medicine.
Can't take medicine.
"If you don't take medicine, your spirit will collapse. If you don't suppress it, your personality will be severely damaged. Maybe, he..."
"To shut up!"
Xun Jie drank coldly.
The word "he" stimulated Xun Jie.
Instead, his consciousness was awake, Xun Jie's eyes were cold and gloomy, like a dead body crawling out of the abyss.
Although the whole body is rotten, but the will to survive is very strong.
This is the meaning of his birth.
To live, he was born for the goal of living.
Xun Jie pulled off his mask and took a big breath.
After he could control his body, he took out his cell phone for the first time.
He was unsteady and couldn't talk to her on the phone.
So press the screen to type a reply.
Mo Luan heard the message prompt, unlocked and clicked on WeChat.
[I have something wrong, wait for me for a while. 】
[Okay, I'm outside the art gallery, here at the crossroads. 】
Mo Luan put his mobile phone in his pocket, and the green light had just turned into a red light. This time was the peak time for get off work and school.
There are many vehicles and there are many pedestrians at the intersection.
She randomly looked at the surrounding buildings, and Jingsui City was a place surrounded by dignitaries and dignitaries.
Compared with the prosperous Baili City, it is much more spectacular.
There are ten seconds before the red light.
When the phone rang, she typed and replied, [Well, I'll be waiting for you at the coffee shop across the intersection. 】
Suddenly, a violent crash hit her back, pushing her into the traffic...