My reunion with you is a belated confession

Chapter 105 Disgust

Yoyo woke up, feeling the people around him, Xingheng smiled.

"Brother, is it snowing?" I moved my body, and the soreness filled my whole body.

With a "hiss", he sucked back a breath of cold air.

"do not move."

A gentle voice different from He Mingsheng resounded in the dark, making Xingheng straighten his back instantly.

The wind and snow were whistling outside, but it seemed that the cold entered my heart through the wall.

Xingheng froze his body.

The air was solidified, and the falling snowflakes could be heard clearly in the back room.

After an unknown amount of time, Xingheng got up slowly, but did not turn his head.

People who are ignored behind him seem to be commonplace, but they don't care.

After a long silence, Xingheng finally took a breath, suppressing the pain in his throat, and said in a low voice: "I always thought that we would not get to this point."

There is no room for maneuver.

After a rustle, Wei Qian stepped over Xingheng and got out of bed.

Suddenly, there was a chill, and with a sound of "vomit", Wei Qian stopped putting on his shoes, and the movement of his hands continued.

There was no violent attack as imagined.

This was beyond Xingheng's expectation. After all, based on Xingheng's understanding of Wei Qian, this person would never allow others to treat him with such a disrespectful, even insulting behavior.

The water glass in front of him brought back Xingheng's thoughts.

"Drink water." Wei Qian said concisely.

Xingheng stared at the water glass in a daze, but did not move.

Wei Qian sneered, grabbed Xingheng's hand to take the water glass, and put a few medicines in his hand.

Stellar looked up.

"Anti-inflammatory."

Xingheng clenched his hands tightly, and said in a deep voice, "No need."

Wei Qian ignored it, but took a large plastic bag from a table not far away, and threw it in front of Xing Heng: "I pick out whatever I want to eat."

For a long time, Jian Xingheng did not move.

Wei Qian then sat down at the table, staring straight at Xing Heng, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Xing Heng, do you want to resist in this way?"

Xingheng didn't answer Wei Qian's words, but just looked in the direction of the door, with a dazed expression, and asked, "How long has it been?"

He seemed to have lost the concept of time, and when he woke up, he didn't know how long it had passed.

"What? Being with me makes you feel so uncomfortable?" Wei Qian narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Yes, it's hard."

Xingheng has never concealed his love for He Mingsheng, and at the moment he also outright dislikes Wei Qian.

Hearing this sentence, Wei Qian clenched her fingers tightly and snorted lightly: "You said you thought we would never get to this point, but Xingheng, you know, from the day I betrayed you, from the day you From the moment the knife was cut into my skin, from the time I let you listen to the audio of your biological father raped someone for so many nights, there is only one ending between us."

Wei Qian stared at Xingheng's expression, thinking that Xingheng would definitely break down emotionally if he said these words, but the person in front of him was unexpectedly calm.

"So..." Xingheng paused for a moment, looking at Wei Qian with hatred in his eyes: "So you insist on destroying me?"

"No." The smile on the corner of Wei Qian's mouth gradually became presumptuous, and his facial features were distorted: "No, no, Xingheng, I'm helping you."

"Help me?" Xingheng slammed the water glass out of his hand, threw out the medicine in the other hand at the same time, and shouted hysterically, "That's how you fucking help me?"

As soon as the words fell, Wei Qian's face was smashed with the medicine full of hands. It was obviously a small pill, but it seemed to weigh a thousand catties when it fell on the ground, ping-pong-pong.

That handful of medicine not only hit Wei Qian's face, but also hit Xing Heng's heart.

"You hate me so much, you have to see me dead before you are willing?"

"Death?" Wei Qian seemed to have heard a very funny joke. She stood up, put her hands in her trouser pockets, and said with a disdainful expression, "How could I be willing to let you die, I love you before it's too late!"

After saying this, Wei Qian burst out laughing.

"Get out..." Xingheng raised his head, his eyes were full of indifference.

Seeing Wei Qian not moving, Xingheng said again: "Get out!"

As if exhausting all the strength in his body, he sat on the ground decadently.

His eyes were dim, and his body curled up.

Wei Qian retracted her slightly forward body, and pushed her back molars with her tongue.

He nodded to himself, then turned and left.

But at the moment of opening the door, he still said to the people behind him: "I hope you don't die too soon, after all, I don't want He Mingsheng to have the chance to collect your body."

But he didn't see that when Xingheng heard the word "He Mingsheng", his eyes were full of pain.

Xing Heng was the only one left in the dilapidated room.

Uncontrollable negative emotions came one after another, the heart seemed to be sinking, and even the scalp was numb.

He Mingsheng, He Mingsheng, He Mingsheng!

Xingheng wrote these three words meaninglessly on the ground.

Brother, I'm sorry, I seem to have made you worry again.

Brother, are you okay?

Brother, I miss you so much.

Brother, but I can't wait to see you.

Brother, do you miss me too?

Sitting on the ground, leaning against the bed, lost in thought.

Xingheng woke up again, but was woken up by a basin of cold water.

Before he could see the person in front of him clearly, a loud, even aggrieved voice pierced into his ears.

So annoying!

This is what Xingheng cares most about at the moment.

"Want to die?" He Meiqi slapped Xing Heng's face with one hand.

Xingheng raised his eyes, there was no light in the direction of the door so far, it should be at night.

His gaze turned to the direction of the wrist, which had already been bandaged.

Xingheng smiled wryly, these days, even death is really an extravagant hope.

He wanted to ask He Meiqi, what time is it, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt his throat was torn.

After several unsuccessful attempts, I gave up.

His whole body was drenched, and the sticky feeling swept his whole body. He could only shrink his body as much as possible so as not to look too embarrassed.

He Meiqi originally wanted to help the person up, but seeing the person on the ground curled up into a small one, she didn't care anymore.

Both were silent.

But it didn't last long, and a burst of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility.

With red eyes, Wei Qian stared at the people on the ground ferociously, and a voice seemed to squeeze out from between her teeth: "Xingheng, you fucking don't want to see me like that, you just rush to die like this, let me let you go like this You suffer, so that you are not as good as dead?"

Every time Wei Qian asked a question, Xingheng answered "yes" in his heart.

It's just helpless, no matter what he does, his voice is always unbearable and he can't make any sound.

Finally, after Wei Qian finished speaking, Xing Heng nodded slowly.

The wide range of nodding shows that he really agrees with the series of questions just now.

"Fuck!" Wei Qian turned around and kicked the table next to him.

It was originally a waste product, and it hadn't been used for many years. Wei Qian's kick had completely brought its life to an end.

Xingheng looked at the thing that was indistinguishable from firewood, and there was envy in his eyes. At this moment, he was indeed envious, that he could end his life so quickly.