"My mother is gone..." She snatched his shoulders, her voice blocked all in his arms and screamed in a mess, raising her tone, "My home is gone..."

Huo Siran's strong arms trembled violently and hugged her tightly in his arms, patting her head gently, but he couldn't spit out the three words "heart-cutting and bone-cutting" in his throat. I know.

"I really have nothing... I can't find Jing Sheng... My son is dead..." She recalled the meat that was stirred and dragged out of the uterus, her eyes were covered with blood, and she cried heart-wrenchingly, "My son was killed..."

She fell down like a huge rock weighing thousands of pounds, dragging him to fall together, and Hosran held her, and the breathing buried deep in her hair was filled with the pain of a split wind knife.

But she suddenly relaxed in the heavy sadness as severe as she was, looking at him with crystal red eyes, and trembling in a mute voice: "No...splitter"

"Not me has a son," she knelt on the ground with her slender knees tremblingly, and took out her cell phone from her wrapped pocket, pressed her fingers randomly, and pulled out the album to show him, "Look, I have a son, this is my son... Is it good-looking?"

In the photo, Xiao Taotao grabbed Old Man Song's wig and stuck out his tongue and smiled so much that his eyes were gone.

Hosran's thin lips were slightly opened with bloodless eyes. Before she could even say the sound of "good-looking" she laughed, staring at the photo and said, "I think it's good-looking, no one wants it anyway, I'll pick it up and it's mine... Yes, I'll pick it up and it's mine. This is my son's... a tool."

Her words made Hosran feel shaken in place by a grimy face. If she hadn't been drunk, he might not have believed what he had heard.

After saying that, she woke up a little, sniffed and suppressed all her sadness, "I want to call my son..."

She pressed the number randomly, but didn't know who it was. Halfway through the press, a hot palm trembled and held her hand to stop her. She stopped her. She stopped for a while, and suddenly saw the time on the screen of her phone. It was almost a little bit. She raised her head blankly and asked, "He has slept so late, right?"

He must have fallen asleep.

Hosran could not even speak, his breathing was blocked by soreness and severe pain, and nodded at her with scarlet eyes.

She then gave up. Her phone fell to the ground. When she looked up, she was dizzy by the bathroom light. Her stomach twitched again. Her slender wrists grabbed the toilet lid again, vomiting out the last sour water in her stomach until she was dry and could not get anything out. Her strong arms hugged her tightly and kept following her back.

After vomiting, she knelt down tiredly, and supported her slender hands on the wet ground, following the air.

"Mom," she murmured, "I'm hungry, I want to eat braised fish."

Someone was holding her, but she held the man's hand. It was so hot and powerful. Before she finally got so sleepy that she lost consciousness, she buried her head deeply and did not let anyone see it. She felt sad and choked and whispered: "Chief."

The drunken people always have a lot of memories, and no one knows what she remembered. Huo Siran only trembled violently and tried hard to hear the last few words.

"I hurt so much..."

She said, tears falling silently like pouring rain.

At that time, I was lying in Old Man Song's clinic for two or three months and couldn't get out of bed. I woke up in a daze and fell asleep. In my dream, I always dreamed of a little girl walking through the thorn bush with barefoot barefoot, crying in her dream all night. The man in the dream had cried to him countless times and shouted the pain countless times, but he never turned around.

The despair of life is roughly like this. When you feel the most painful, no one is by your side. Life is lonely like the end of the day, and you can't say anyone to listen to it.

The pain was approaching, and Huo Siran supported the wall with his hand, feeling that his iron bones were almost broken and broken, and he could not get up even if he crawled.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

The sound insulation effect of the entire guesthouse was not good. After a while at three or four o'clock, it was probably Xu Jingyuan and the others who came back. Xiao Yan was drunk and also made a fuss.

Someone came to borrow sobering medicine, and Hosran gave it to him, and the room was dark.

Xu Jingyuan also squirted with alcohol in his mouth, looked inside and asked, "How is it? Is it okay?"

Huo Siran shook his head and said nothing, slowly locking Xu Jingyuan out the door.

I stood firmly with my hands on the door and stood firm for a long time before walking inside.

She didn't sleep very well all night. At the junction of summer and autumn, there was always a heat and a cool night. She always whispered softly and turned around and fell asleep. It was almost morning when the temperature on her forehead slowly dropped, and she slept a little more peacefully. Hosran took care of her for the middle of the night and continued to guard her for the middle of the night. The cold night hit her body and the pain fell into the bone marrow.

He was not sleepy, but was tortured by her words until he couldn't sleep. The man shouldn't cry no matter what happened, but his eyes were sore and swollen. In the early morning, he went to the bathroom to wash his face, but still couldn't help it. He closed the door and covered his face with a towel and cried in tears.

But after a while, I recovered, packed myself, and walked out staggeringly.

fuck fuck fuck **

In the early morning, the sour and numb feeling of my body still did not dissipate.

I sat up slowly, and my head was still dizzy and I didn't struggle from the hangover at all, but I just felt a little awake.

Outside the door, there was a slow sound of footsteps.

Hosran was tall and handsome, holding the door handle with one hand and opening the door. He looked at her and opened his thin lips: "I bought breakfast. Do you want to eat it now or wait for a while?"

Lin Yitong was stunned.

Looking around, she knew that this was in the guest room, but why was he there? How did she come back?

"..." She pulled the collar and sniffed it. When she opened her mouth, she still smelled of alcohol. "I smell so smelly."

His voice was hoarse.

"Then take a shower, I'll go and have a hot meal?" Huo Siran walked in with a tall figure, with scarlet bloodshots hidden in her deep eyes that had not disappeared for the whole night, and her arms were deeply trapped in the bedding all over her.

She was stunned, and she supported her upper body with her arms and subconsciously avoided her. Her eyes were weird and she nodded.

When she got out of bed, she fainted and almost fell down. It was still him who helped her. Lin Yitong didn't have the strength to care about it. She felt extremely uncomfortable and knew that she was a hangover. Where could she be completely awake the next day? There was no such thing as a day and night, she would be unable to recover from her body.

After washing up, I walked out. The table was filled with Chinese breakfast. Even the side dishes were light because I had just been hangover.

Sitting down slowly, Lin Yitong rubbed her neck and asked coldly: "Did you send me back last night? Where are my masters and the others?" Huo Siran's arms, which stood on both sides of the microwave, froze. He looked back, his deep eyes were filled with surprise and slight shock, and he asked in a deep voice: "Don't you remember?"

——I don’t even remember how she came back. Can she still remember what happened next?

Her beautiful little face was slightly dark, and she raised her cold eyes and looked at him, and her tone slowed down: "I remember you haven't come yet when I sang with my senior brother and the others. I don't know what exactly... why, what did I say or did something too much afterward?"

She was placing his words.

There was a small drum in her heart that kept beating, because in fact she had no idea what she was like when she was drunk and had never experienced it. But she found that he was with her at that time, so she was even more frightened.

Her watery eyes were clear and she looked at him coldly, her eyes flashing and she seemed insecure.

Hosran couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that he was wrong. It was too unrealistic to expect her to remember when she woke up. And thinking about it, I knew how if she had self-control, she would allow herself to be embarrassed like she did last night?

"When drinking, you get angry, eat some bitter gourd, this family is not bitter." He said in a deep voice, walked to the opposite side and pushed a plate of green side dishes.

It doesn't matter.

It really doesn't matter. He just remembers it himself.

But she was still worried, but even if she thought deeper, she only remembered the name of the last song she howled last night. She forgot all the others. She regretted it very much. It was really uncomfortable to make it like this.

The resistance decreased and even the protective shell weakened. She didn't like this feeling.

"Difficult?" The low magnetic voice came from the top of his head with the feeling of tolerance and doting, accompanied by the strong masculine aura on his body.

Lin Yitong frowned slightly. Just as she wanted him to stop meddling in other people's business, a warm palm covered the back of her neck and started to press it from the acupoint on the side of her neck. The force was moderate, neither slow nor hurry, which happened to relieve her dizziness and headache. Her refusal was blocked in her throat, and his warm palm also came from bottom to top. When she pressed to the temple, she had already begun to dispel her vigilance. Thinking that she was too tense, wouldn't it be okay to let herself go occasionally?

"Lose your shoulders a little looser," Hosran's thin lips slowly brushed her ears, "Let's come."

Her slender eyebrows frowned slightly, and she complained: "You're a little more excited."

Sometimes she sat working for too long, and it would hurt if she pinched her butterfly bones gently. Huo Siran had already relaxed her strength, closed her eyes, and winded down her breath. She couldn't help but print a kiss without fucking tolerant and care on her jaw. However, she suddenly shuddered, her body stiffened for a moment, and she woke up completely.

The water eyes slid down and looked at him. She couldn't figure out what she was doing?

With his back tense against the dining table and leaving his control, Lin Yitong sneered and asked, "Why did you come into my room? Who gave you the key to the room card?"

Huo Siran's strong arms were supported by her side, and the shimmering waves flashed in his deep eyes, and he was also a little annoyed. He shouldn't be so out of control and anxious. His thin lips were lightly stretched into a sharp line. He slowly got up and walked to the opposite side, and said in a deep voice: "Since you have guessed it, why bother ask."

Her eyelids twitched and she retorted: "Do you think of my master? He is an old doctor with a bit of sympathy. He will help him when he meets a cat and a dog on the road. When will you use him?"

But he just raised his eyes lightly and looked at the plate that was not moving in front of her: "You are not in good condition, so don't drink so much wine in the future."

Her little face fell: "Can you grasp the key points in my words?"

What do other things mean by looking around?

"The point?" He repeated lightly, staring at her beautiful eyes, "The point is that you are not good enough. If you don't want me to care and hate me, then show me. This is the most powerful reason why you can reject me."

"..." Her little face was terrifyingly cold, but she was blocked by him and could not speak a word.

The cell phone started to buzz on the dining table.

Hosran lowered the cold light in his eyes and said softly: "Assist the phone."

She was frustrated, but she could only answer the phone first. Xu Jingyuan said that he had some physical problems and probably couldn't get up today. She asked her to go to the police station in the afternoon to contact the police. She thought about it and agreed. Although she felt uncomfortable, she would never refuse Xu Jingyuan's request for her help.

tired.

So tired.

It turned out that the hangover was so uncomfortable that she would not drink anymore.

"After eating, I'll call you in the afternoon." Hosran pushed her the porridge that had been almost dry.

She had been struggling for more than ten seconds, thinking that people should be able to bend and stretch. It was no big deal to compromise for the time being. She took the bowl and spoon: "I want to call my son at 12:40, and it will be his afternoon sleep after 1 o'clock."

Hosran agreed silently, and looked at her and asked more: "Last time, you told me, how old is Taotao?"

"Three years old-age-" Lin Yitong bit her tongue and didn't blurt out the word "half" behind her. Sure enough, people are easily taken advantage of the situation when they are dizzy. The watery eyes become cold again, and they replied quietly, "What's wrong with it when they are nearly three years old?"

She just falls in love with others very quickly, so let him count the time. In four years, she is fully capable of giving birth to a child that does not belong to him.

"Where do you think he looks the most like you?" He calmly helped her stir the porridge in the bowl.

"Everywhere is like it."

She felt a little angry. After a moment, she felt a little relieved. She looked at him with a little dejected look and asked indifferently, "Do you think it's not like?"

Not as if it should be.

His cuffs were rolled up, clean and charming, but the bronze muscles inside were filled with indestructible majesty and strength. He lowered his eyelashes and said in a deep voice: "...it's very similar. It's the most similar to it when he smiles."

He hadn't seen her laugh for too long.
To be continued...