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Zhuo Yang is still as gentleman as ever. God knows how angry I get every time I am touched and then poured with cold water.
But, after all, I am still a thin-skinned woman. Although I have wanted to stab Zhuo Yang, the instigator, many times, and tell him to give up halfway and let him tease me...
But in the end I did nothing.
But I feel more and more resentful in my heart. How long will this miserable life last
However, there is also good news.
Zhuoyang's hands and feet are slowly recovering, and I also clearly understand one fact - we are about to part.
However, I guess I'm starting to act like a jerk again, and I actually feel a little inexplicably melancholy. It turns out that I still deserve to be abused.
This morning, I was awakened by a sudden ringing of the phone.
I reached under the pillow and squinted my eyes to see clearly whether it was my number, but I answered it.
"Mr. Zhuo, Zhou Yuansheng has passed away... The film has been retrieved... Please rest assured."
When this somewhat familiar name came into my mind, I also woke up.
Zhou Yuansheng...
Isn't that Hu Ling's cousin? Wasn't he taught a lesson by Song Yu a long time ago? It is said that his life or death is unknown... Then why is someone calling Zhuo Yang now
My head was full of doubts and I was about to speak when I felt warmth on my hand. The phone was easily taken away by Zhuo Yang who walked in.
"I understand. We'll talk about this later."
Zhuo Yang put down the phone and looked at me helplessly.
"Are you awake?"
I'm a little stupid.
But, it's not really stupid.
I just reacted a little slowly. There was a bloody photo sent by someone else in Zhuoyang's phone, and there was also today's phone call. Quickly, I, who am good at associating, immediately connected the two things together.
I felt a little nauseous, so I took a sip of the warm water placed beside the bed, then I pursed my lips and said, "That photo... is it Zhou Yuansheng?"
I spoke carefully, while paying attention to Zhuoyang's expression.
However, I was a little disappointed. Zhuo Yang had a dull expression on his face. He came over and touched my head. "What are you thinking about... Who is Zhou Yuansheng... I don't know him... Is he someone you know?"
You are still pretending to be stupid with me at this time.
I pushed Zhuo Yang away, a little angry, "Do you think I'm a fool? I heard everything... He said Zhou Yuansheng is dead... Did you kill him?"
Zhuo Yang withdrew his hand from my head and put it in his trouser pocket, narrowing his eyes with a cruel and indifferent expression, "He is too fragile."
This... is the default.
What does it mean that he is too fragile? He was tortured to a bloody state, and yet he still said that the other person was too fragile.
Even though I hated and loathed that man, I still shuddered at that moment.
My ex-husband...
It seems that he has never been a gentle and kind person.
"Are you scared?" My mind was in a mess, and at this moment Zhuo Yang's voice sounded deep in my head.
My chin was lifted up, and Zhuo Yang stared at me with a deep gaze. Seeing that I didn't answer, he asked again.
"Tell me, Anyue, are you scared?"
"Nonsense! Of course I'm scared..." I pushed Zhuo Yang away and lifted the quilt to get out of bed, "You actually killed someone... No... It should be said that you ordered the murder... Is it considered an accomplice? Will the police catch you? How many years will you be sentenced to?"
My mind was in a mess, and suddenly my forehead felt warm. Zhuo Yang had come close to me and gave me a kiss. I looked over and met Zhuo Yang's smiling eyes. "Are you worried about me?"
“Nonsense… Nonsense.”
Zhuo Yang's eyes were so scorching that I actually felt my face burning.
"What are you doing..." She pushed Zhuo Yang away, but he hugged her even tighter.
"Don't worry... don't be afraid... only a scumbag died in this world... believe me, he will soon leave nothing in this world."
I trembled in Zhuo Yang's arms.
It's really weird, Zhuoyang brought me here but to our mutual regret, we chose a haunted house.
It would have been fine if it was just a haunted house, but Zhuo Yang also turned another person into a ghost without anyone noticing.
It's scary, okay. Damn... How can I, who has always been a good citizen, feel
but…
As if sensing my fear, Zhuo Yang kept holding my hand and carefully comforting me.
Gradually, I finally calmed down.
However, although the fear is gone, the doubts still exist.
"Didn't you believe Hu Ling at the time? Why did you go after Zhou Yuansheng?"
This is an internal wound between Zhuo Yang and I. No matter when I talk about it, I can still feel the desperate pain of being betrayed, hurt, and distrusted at that time.
I put the fried egg in front of Zhuo Yang. I couldn't hide my curiosity. I sat down next to Zhuo Yang and said, "Hey... tell me... what's going on?"
When mentioning Hu Ling, Zhuo Yang looked a little depressed.
I thought he wouldn't tell me, but after taking a bite of the fried egg, Zhuo Yang looked unhappy but still patiently answered my questions.
"I have always believed what I saw with my own eyes... Hu Ling gave me some drugs that day, which made me think time was a little confused... I thought it was just a blink of an eye... but it turned out to be a long time..."
"So, you thought you were with Hu Ling when the accident happened." I made a wild guess. No wonder Zhuo Yang had to help Hu Ling at that time. Now that I think about it, it's not that he believed in Hu Ling, but that he was too conceited and believed in himself...
But thinking about how desperate and sad I was at that time, I still feel a little sad.
estimate…
This is what is called a coincidence.
"I'm sorry." Zhuo Yang took my hand and hugged me tightly. "You have always been a shepherd boy. Tell me how many times you have lied over the years and played countless pranks... So at that time... I didn't believe you... I'm sorry... I'm just used to it... I didn't expect..."
Zhuo Yang murmured an apology. Actually, I found that once the matter was talked out, it was nothing.
I waved my hands and said generously, "Forget it... It's all over... But I'm a little curious... How did you suspect..."
You know, Zhuo Yang may not believe me, and he may not believe Hu Ling, but he is such a confident person, how could he begin to doubt his own approval
Zhuo Yang turned his head away, seemed to sigh, and spoke slowly after a long while: "When you were in the hospital... I went to see you... You don't know... I know that although you like to lie and play pranks, you have always been a person who cherishes your body. Even if you have to do something cruel, you won't hurt yourself so much... Plus, your attitude later made me very uncomfortable... So I went to check it out..."
It’s probably God’s will.
Because of this time, I completely gave up on Zhuo Yang.
However, I didn't expect that he would start to take his feelings for me seriously from this time on.
This is probably what the legend says: the two people are not destined to be together. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is still missed in the end.
but-
A stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.
I thought that Zhou Yuansheng was dead and my nude photos were destroyed, so I no longer had any concerns.
But I clearly remember that it was Song Yu who did this.
"Song Yu... Didn't Song Yu say that the film has already..."
When I mentioned Song Yu, Zhuo Yang hugged me even tighter, but his tone was a little grim, "Are you still thinking about him these days?"
"That... that's not it..." I got off Zhuo Yang. When I mentioned Song Yu, even I found myself feeling a little uncomfortable. "That, it's just that he said he helped me get the film back. How come you still have a copy..."
Zhuo Yang's face was gloomy. Seeing me dodging, he pulled me over and held me back in his arms.
"I assure you that this one is real and that's enough."
"Haha... is that so?" I decisively lit a bomb, of course the farther away the better.
"I'm going to see if your toast is ready. Wait a minute."
I slipped away and when I was spreading butter on toast in the kitchen, I realized that Zhuo Yang cared about Song Yu much more than I thought.
but-
Didn't Li Chen say Song Yu was back? Why hasn't he contacted me yet
This doubt was suppressed in my heart.
Today is Zhuoyang's follow-up check-up day. The doctor said that he has recovered well and that as long as he takes good care of himself, there will be no major problems.
When we left the hospital, Zhuo Yang and I didn't say anything.
It wasn't until I got in the car and Zhuoyang leaned over to fasten my seat belt that I reacted.
"What are you having for lunch today?"
"casual."
I waved my hand to indicate that everything was OK.
Zhuo Yang pondered for a while, and finally looked up with anticipation.
"Can you make me taro duck tonight?"
Perhaps, where it starts is where it ends.
This is probably the best ending to this story.
I did not refuse Zhuoyang's request. Instead, I asked him to take me to the supermarket to buy a lot of fresh ingredients.
I slaughtered a fresh duck and put some milky white taro into the shopping cart. I also bought some beef, vegetables and fruits.
Finally, I stopped when I passed the liquor counter.
I remember Zhuoyang had gastritis. He has been recovering from it for so long. I wonder if he can drink alcohol now
I was hesitating here when Zhuo Yang came over quickly pushing a shopping cart.
"Want to drink?"
“Isn’t it a pity to have delicious food but no good wine?”
After hearing what I said, Zhuo Yang nodded seriously, "That's true. Then let's buy a bottle."
I glanced at the counter, compared the purity and color, and selected a bottle. "This one will do."
Wine with a low alcohol content is also good for Zhuoyang's health.
Zhuo Yang picked up the selected wine and put it into the shopping cart. He had only taken a few steps when an enthusiastic shopping guide came to greet him.
"You two are very lucky today. We have a wine promotion today. Buy one bottle and get one free. The one you picked just happened to get one free..."
So, to our surprise, the salesperson added another bottle of wine to our shopping cart.