She began to blame Shanglu, blame the newly born children, and blame everyone. She was sick and was very sick.

In order to better accompany his wife, Shang Lu had to give up his acting career and return to his family.

He was unconditionally obedient, loved what she loved, and hated what she hated. She does not love Shangpu, and does not allow anyone to love him, and Shang Lu does not love him, and treats him as a transparent person at home.

"She thinks ... I am a evil man who turns to destroy her. In my impression, she always looks like a hysterical look, never calm."

Aristotle believes that all excellent and outstanding characters are melancholy.

Once the genius fell, he couldn't stand it to become mediocre. For sensitive artists, they are so sad that they are more likely to exacerbate the inherent pessimism because of some setbacks, and Mei Zixun is no exception.

The book "Wisdom of Life" mentioned that there are two extremes that lead to suicide, one of which is the inherent melancholy. Mei Zixun's tragedy can be said to be formed by the day after tomorrow, or it can be said to be destined.

"She is always very indifferent to me and impatient. I never got a touch of tenderness with her. At the age of three, she tried to kill me for the first time ..."

I unconsciously moved, shocked Mei Zixun more than once to kill my son more than once.

"She always stays in the studio. I'm so curious. I am curious about what she can get her attention, so I steally sneaked in. I moved her paint and just dipped it with my fingers."

"She came in and saw me, and shouted as crazy, saying that I broke her paintings. But I swear, I really didn't move her painting." Unlike the thrilling content, his tone was right. Called calmness, no waves, and no anger, he was going to fall asleep in the next second. "She held my neck and let me die. If my sister rushed in and pushed her away, I might die. My sister said that my mother was not like this before. Mom was just sick, and she didn't want to become so terrible. "

"I am sick, can I be forgiven if I do anything?"

He began to tremble, just like I was caught in a nightmare.

I tightened his arms and hugged him more vigorously.

"They all thought that there would be no memory at the age of three, and I felt that I would forget it sooner or later. But I didn't forget, I couldn't forget. I would remember what she wanted to kill me ..."

After about four or five minutes, his body trembling gradually stopped. Feeling that he loosen his arms, I also let go of my arms.

He raised his head, his eyes were reddish, but fortunately there was no tears.

Looking at me deeply, he turned over the bed: "What time is it?"

"At half past eleven."

He picked up the suit jacket on the ground, and he shook it and held it on his arm.

"Where is your spare wheelchair?"

I pointed to the living room direction: "Put it on the edge of the bookcase."

He nodded and went out.

It seems that he woke up completely, and he didn't know how much he remembered what happened tonight.

Without a long time, Shang Muyu pushed in a wheelchair.

After stopping the wheelchair to my bed, he picked up the exoskeleton I took off and went outside. When I went outside to see, he had charged the equipment.

The exoskeleton equipment is a high -tech product, and the structure is quite complicated. I also had a technician guidance to know how to use it. Shang Muyao is now as good as I have used it.

There was no reason to rise in my heart. Before thinking about it, Shang Muyi stood up and walked towards me.

"I'm back, the egg yolk hasn't been walking at night." He said that, but didn't move in one step.

Back to him from my side, it is only five minutes, which is also convenient.

"Well, take a break early." I was busy for a day today, and he was tossed for so long at night. I was exhausted, and just waited for him to take a bath and go to bed.

He stood for a moment and asked, "Tomorrow, can I go to school in your car?"

I might also be confused, and I felt that his expression looked a little "embarrassed".

what is this? Sprinkle a coquettishness, drop a drop of tears, all of which are about to sell in front?

"... Didn't your bank card number intend to give me?" I asked without answering.

He frowned slightly, more like the debt -lipped than me.

"Give you tomorrow." He observed my look and added further, "Give you in the car tomorrow."

Oh, then there is no way.

"Wait at eight o'clock downstairs, not to be late."

He heard his eyebrows stretch suddenly: "Then ... see tomorrow."

"……Um."

There was a smile in his eyes, throwing a precious coat from his shoulders to his back, and turned out of the door.

I told myself that this is not soft -hearted, this is just to pay back his money faster, but a part of the rationality that I suppressed by me deeply is broken, and it is deeply disdainful.

You lie to yourself, a fool ...

To shut up! I closed it again and wondered why it became so thin.

The exoskeleton is good, but if it is suddenly out of electricity or broken like today, it is also a real embarrassment. don't know if there will be spare batteries.

I have been thinking about this problem when I take a shower. After taking a shower, I couldn't help but take out the phone to send a message to the representative of Xiao.

Almost the next moment, the mobile phone sounded lightly on the other side of the bed.

I followed the sound and found a mobile phone falling on the floor. It should be accidentally fell out when Shang Muyi took off his jacket before.

After picking up, he turned to the front, and he couldn't avoid seeing his lit screen, which was set as a photo of the lock screen -a photo of my sneak. I was lectured, holding a laser pen in my hand, and I didn't notice the existence of the camera at all.