Chapter 759: She can't die

Chapter 759: She Can't Die
The dark blue eyes stared at He Meixin's swallowing and spitting face quietly, his eyebrows suddenly wrinkled, and the cigarette that grabbed He Meixin's hand was thrown to the ground.
He Meixin, who was still in heaven, was taken away from the tools she enjoyed, and naturally dissatisfied. She got up from the bed and rushed to pick it up.
Ye Size saw this and stepped on the half of the cigarette.
"This is poison, do you want it too?" He stared at her painful expression tightly, his perfect outline slightly wrinkled.
"What poison? This is obviously a painkiller." He Mei regretted that he was stepping on the bottom of his life-saving cigarette like that.
"Can't you even taste the marijuana in this cigarette?" How stupid is this woman? Even if you have n’t eaten pork, you should have seen a pig walk. Why do n’t you even have this common sense? How could cigarettes have analgesic effect?
"What did you say?" His words made He Meixin's expression abruptly stagnate, straightened up, and stared intently at him in front of him.
"Do you want to continue? If necessary, I can give it to you." He said, throwing a pack of cigarettes in his pocket in front of her.
"Ha, ha ha ..." He Meixin smiled, and her tears laughed ...
So, she said, why can cigarettes relieve pain?
She took drugs, she actually took drugs, and she was a bit addicted.
The smell of drugs made her so nostalgic, and now they are right in front of her, she can get them just by reaching out her hand.
"Demon, you demon, why don't you kill me directly? What hatred do I have with you? Why do you destroy me like this without killing me?" She rushed to him, dragging the tip of his clothes tightly Cried.
"I won't let you die, at least, now you have to be alive." He didn't react at all to her anger, the iceberg face that never changed, so beautiful that women couldn't help but be jealous.
"Do you think, can you really stop someone's determination to die?" He Meixin's eyes were completely red, and she felt that at this moment he was holding his lifeline and dragging him to hell. He wanted to make her a disaster. He just did not let him wish.
"No one else, but you ..." he said, sneer.
He Mei hated his smile, she suddenly got up, then flexed her hand flexibly to look at his waist, pulled out a pistol that pinned him around his waist and held it in her own hand.
Ye Size didn't know if it was really slow for half a beat or deliberately. He didn't seem to want to stop her at all, and let her take his pistol away.
After He Meixin grabbed the pistol, his trembling hands clenched tightly, and the head of the gun just thought about Ye Size, and his face also showed a crazy smile.
"Do you think you can stop me now?" She followed his sneer and asked him harshly.
"What do you think?" He didn't care, and walked towards her slowly.
"Don't come, you just move and I'll shoot." He Meixin watched him walk towards himself, and immediately shouted at him like a frightened elk.
"Shoot, just here." He didn't listen to her threat into his ears, but instead speeded up and rushed in front of her, before she could react in the future, using her chest to death. Lived at the muzzle.
"No ..." She couldn't do it, how could she shoot? How can I kill someone? How could she let her baby have a killing mummy? No, absolutely not ...
She shook her head desperately, she suddenly retracted the gun, held her temple against her, and stared at Ye Size with her eyes wide open: "Don't come again."
"Do you really have the courage to shoot?" He stopped and stared at her.
Why is there no courage?
He Mei closed her eyes heartily, all that appeared in front of him were He Yimeng's innocent smile that day.
When she was five months old, in an apartment in Los Angeles, in the winter, there was a lot of snow outside the window. She turned on the heater and put her on the thick wool rug in the living room to see him fill the room. Crawling around.
When he was one year old, he was also in Los Angeles. On a summer night, she staggered and walked in the small yard outside the apartment, chasing fireflies, slamming a dog, weeping and weeping together. flow.
When she was three years old, she was still in Los Angeles. In the autumn evening, she wore a small dress with a bow, took out a poorly crafted dog tail grass ring from her pocket, put it on her little thumb, and told her: In the future, every year you will celebrate your birthday, I will give you beautiful rings. I hope Mommy will always be happy. "
When she was four years old, she was in the city of Y, but she would often help her stupid mummy to deal with some issues that caused her a headache. Occasionally, the very serious little adult hated iron and steel and said, "Ms. He, you can't go on like this ..."
But when she was five? Can she see what he looks like at the age of five? Can she accompany her for her fifth birthday? Can you hear her childish voice calling her mummy?
Tears fell silently. In this world, she may drop everything, but only her baby, how can she let it go?
This baby, who has spent all her troubles and flees from a foreign country thousands of miles away, will wipe her tears after she has been wronged, and then tell her, "Mum, don't cry, I protect you. "Baby, this baby who was by her side during her most painful moment and gave her an angelic smile ...
She couldn't let it go, and the thoughts in her heart poured out like a quanchong. She yelled and smashed the pistol to the ground, then sat down suddenly, her face full of soullessness.
"Baby, you must miss Mommy, Mommy is sorry for you, Mommy can't come back to you, Mommy misses you ..." She cried, holding her legs tightly, her body tightly. Curled together, muttering in his mouth ...
She misses home, thinks about it, she misses her baby, misses Wu Wei, and even misses Huo Jiabao so much ...
Now, no matter who it is, as long as she can show up in front of her and take her away ...
She wants to leave and return to her home. She no longer needs to be frightened, no longer lonely and helpless, and no longer bears the threat of death. But who can take her away? Who can?
Ye Size couldn't understand He Meixin's Chinese language, and didn't know what she was mumbling about, but she saw her crying so sad that her expression on her face sank.
In this game, he won. He was right, she would not commit suicide.
However, it is not lack of courage, but not.