Chapter 440: : The joy of terminally ill patients, do you understand?

Miyako stood by her side. If she didn't hear her inquiry, she continued to wash her hands in the cold water. The voice was low and elegant. "Is it too painful?"
He is running away from her problems.
Maybe after his plan, regretting marriage, Mona will naturally leave here, and she will never know that all things are planned by him.
He is like a man who makes clouds. He puts layers of fog together and encloses everyone. Everyone’s eyes are blurred by the white clouds. He can’t see the clouds. laugh.
"Why do you want to do this" when Xiao Nian looked at his face and asked, his voice was pale. "You most respect your brother. You used to mind this matter and didn't count everything to break up with me. Why did you tear this scar? why"
She doesn't understand.
Miyamoto held her hand and held it tightly, her fingertips licking her fingertips.
"Answer me, Gong Ou, why do you want to do this, you obviously don't want so many people to know the secrets of your brother, that is the scar you care most, why do you take the initiative to tear it apart?"
When Xiao Nian learned about Gong Ou, until now, she still has an incredible palace to do such a thing.
"Because I can't lose you"
Gong Ou Meng pressed the faucet and turned his face. The dark eyes looked deep into her eyes. "Do you think it is incredible? I also think"
When Xiao Nian was standing there.
Miyao's hands pressed onto her shoulders. The handsome face was arrogant and paranoid. "I used to care about the family's responsibility. Later I didn't care; I used to care about the disparity of our identity. Later I didn't care. Brother's I also minded the matter, but the result is that I mind the end of the game is that I found that I completely lost you, and when I was without you, I suddenly didn’t know what I was counting in my palace."
""
Xiao Nian looked at him with horror.
I didn’t know when I was without you, I suddenly didn’t know what I was counting in my palace.
"Why can't I tear this scar away, it will be torn open sooner or later, I will tear at least I can prepare in advance, at least I don't have to worry about who puts a cold gun behind me." Miyao clasped her shoulders, each The words are accented.
Don't worry about who is putting a cold gun.
Because he opened the gun himself, he opened the prelude of their father and son.
He is desperate to die and die.
"I sent people to stare at you, staring at your family, not letting them really hurt." Miyao said, he thought she was worried about this.
"If it hurts," Xiao Nian asked, and said, "I don't care, but my mother, they."
She knows that the truth cannot hide her life.
But the truth is a knife hanging over their heads. She didn't expect it to be Gongao's putting the knife down.
"I am coming to fend."
Miyao underestimated the authenticity.
""
When Xiao Nian was completely speechless, only the body was chilling.
"When I miss, the engagement ceremony is my last step. I must let it end perfectly. My brother can't stop it. My life can't stop. Your parents can't stop even if you are a life, because I want you to order a wedding. It’s the end of the game, and you have to be by my side.
Gong Ou stared at her word by word, and her eyes became more and more secluded.
It is like a confession.
Far away, long.
The voice slammed into her body like a hammer, shaking the bones of her body.
When Xiao Nian stood in front of Gong Ou, his eyelashes flashed lightly and his lips were white.
"Do you think that I am selfish?" Miyao asked, and the hand holding her shoulder was tight. "It doesn't matter, you can say it."
He can bear it.
"Miyao, I have discovered now that your most terrible thing is not your IQ, it is your madness."
Xiao Nian slowly said.
He completely turned a dead end, he dared to treat everyone as a chess piece, he dared to tear his own wounds, let blood flow.
All of this is because she is not willing to compound, she touched his scale.
Her body is getting colder and colder, and her breathing is dizzy.
A scent of fluttering.
Gong Ou turned his head and his eyes were tight. If he was close to the enemy, "Oops, the vegetables are burning."
Said, when Gong Ou released his mind, he rushed toward the pot, and some of them hurriedly shut down the fire and swelled the vegetables.
When Xiao Nian stood there, her body was swaying, her face was pale, and her eyes looked at Miyau.
She is aware of one thing.
The disease of Miyako has become heavy.
He suffers from paranoid personality disorder, but he used to have scruples and care. He has a career map that he values ​​in his heart. He has a family of scruples, has his own honor, has a respected brother, and has a time to watch. Meteor shower.
But now these are gone, he only cares about her now.
Now, Miyamoto's goal is only her, and he does not care about everything else. He has already abandoned it and can abandon it.
Realizing this, Xiao Nian suddenly felt particularly scared.
What happens when I am seriously ill?
Miyao put the dishes on the plate and opened it on the long log-colored dining table. She turned to look at her. "Continue to cook, when you miss."
When Xiao Nian looked at his handsome, almost evil face, his heart jumped.
For a long while, her lips moved. "Miyao, I am not in a good mood today. I don't want to cook, let the chef do it."
Her words are a temptation.
"You are still angry, right?" Miyau's brow tightened.
When Xiao Nian shook his head, "No, Gong Ou, I was scared today, can you not let me continue to cook?"
Her voice is soft and soft, like the mouth.
Miyao listened to her heart and said what she was, when she was the jaw, "You wait for the chef to cook for you."
Said, Gongou went to the counter, picked up a bowl of white rice, then went to the table to sit down, picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of green vegetables into his mouth.
"Miyao"
When Xiao Nian’s face can be described with panic and ecstasy, the voice is broken.
"How"
Miyao turned her head and glanced at her. She put the greens in her mouth, chewed it, didn't like it a little, and tasted it carefully, not rushing to swallow or spit it out.
When Xiao Nian’s face was not a little bloody, he swallowed it and said,
Don’t you say that the dish is old? Don’t you feel bad?

This dish has no salt.
Just put it, or a few spoonfuls.
"No, the food you burned has never tasted bad. The others burned it is rubbish." Gong Ou gave her a deep look, then continued to eat rice with green vegetables, and ate it with gusto, and did not feel that this dish had What is wrong is like losing a taste.
When Xiao Nian stood there, he watched him eat.
From the time he was forced to choose to get engaged, she faintly felt that he had changed a bit, but she did not expect that the condition became more serious.
Was it caused by her?
When Xiao Nian stepped hard toward him, he picked up the plate with the vegetables and threw it at the trash can.
"boom."
Nothing is lost.
The plate broke on the ground.
"what are you doing"
Miyao stood up fiercely and angered, glaring at the plate of green vegetables. "I know that you are not happy, and you don't have to take out the dishes. It's mine. Why did you lick it?"
When I was young, I tried to control my emotions. "I will do it again."
Miyao tightens the eyebrows, "now"
"Yes, now."
She cooks, no matter what food he wants to eat, she will do it well.
"it is good"
Gongao is satisfied with this.
When Xiao Nian stepped hard and walked toward the pot step by step, the breathing was a bit unsatisfactory.
Miyao regarded her as her only goal. When she was hurt, she would do something, or something unexpected, what Miyake would look like.
"Oh, um."
On a quiet night, Miyao will kiss her in her arms and vent her yu in her softness, and sigh with satisfaction.
When Xiao Nian was lost in his kiss, his body clung to him like a vine, letting him lead himself to anywhere.
At the moment of the most extreme, Miao Ou’s hoarse voice rang in her ear.
You have been away from me for so long, every time I think of you, my blood is hurting.

His love words are like poisoning.
It makes people feel sweet and painful.
This kind of taste lingers with the little thoughts, rolling all over her body.
Xiao Nian kissed his lips.
"Small thoughts, in fact, you didn't agree on the day of the engagement, and I didn't have anything. I made all the preparations. The life of the present is like a terminally ill person who suddenly heals, and every day is more." He kissed her. Face, he kissed her neck, his kiss all the way down, lingering around her, "the patient of the terminally ill, do you understand?"
""
When Xiao Nian heard the body tremble.
"Little thoughts, my little thoughts."
Miyao whispered her name and then walked through her.
After the lingering, Gong Ou took her a shower and hugged her back to bed.
He locked her tightly in his arms and held it tightly.
When Xiao Nian tried to get rid of his arms and put his hand to the side, this tossing made her body have a thin layer of sweat.