Chapter 253: Because I like warmth 57

The number of warm and indifferently finished the tea and returned the cup to him.
Ning Chengyuan: "..."
He took the cup and put it on the side of the case. He continued to turn his head and screamed at the warmth, waiting for her to give her the answer.
But the number of warmth turned off his words, and said: "I am lacking, you go out."
"Are you sleeping?"
"Sleep."
"There is a person in the next house waiting for the antidote. If he can't wait for the antidote, he will die. Do you know?!"
The number raised warmly and coldly, and shouted at him: "Go out!"
Ning Chengyuan was stunned by her drink. She was probably used to a few warm and soft tempers. She never saw her screaming like this moment, and even her eyes were cold and fierce.
Ning Chengyuan still wants to say something, but I can see that the warmer face is getting worse. This is why I can’t move when I think of a few warmths, and he also lost his mind because of the things that squandered thousands of inks. Ning Cheng Yuan Zhang Zhangkou, wanting to apologize to her and can't pull her face, she can only tighten her mouth and get up and help her to pour a cup of tea next to the bedside case.
The number is warm and can't sleep.
She leaned her legs against the bed and sat halfway, squinting at the candlelight on the case, and the candle dribbled a little along the candle and solidified into a small piece.
The candlelight is bright and the eyes are burning.
A few warm warm eyes squinted, and then lowered his head, two small hands carefully pressed on his lower abdomen, two lines of tears fell, she whispered blankly: "Will the number of warm is wrong..."
However, is it wrong to want to have a baby in the warm house to survive?
She does not believe in life.
Life is in her own hands. God asked the child to come to her. She was not prepared from beginning to end. She didn't know how to prepare, but she accepted it, right?
It’s just that the end is a life of thousands of inks.
......
The night is getting deeper.
Jing Che stood outside her door and stopped for a long time.
He looked like the beginning, or said that there was no expression from beginning to end, but in the night of the night, the thin figure of the mirror was particularly lonely.
I don't know how long I stood, and Jing Che finally knocked on the door.
There was no movement in it.
The door was not locked, and the mirror was pushed away with a slight push. There was a light in the room, the candle was about to go out, and the mirror went over and re-lighted the candle.
After finishing the lamp, Jing Che was just about to turn around and heard the hoarse call from the bedside, "Ache."
Jing Che turned to the past, saw a few warm legs sitting on the side of the bed, quietly watching him.
"Hungry is not hungry?" Jing Che asked her.
A few warm shakes his head and asks him: "How come you..."
The mirror was silent for a moment, and she looked at her with a deep look: "So you think that such a big thing has nothing to do with me?"
A few warm eyes looked at him, silently, and hanged his head without any reaction, probably even the energy of explanation was gone.
She left the Ning Chengyuan misunderstanding, but also let Ache misunderstand.
I don't want to say anything.
But Jing Che always paused for a while, and then continued: "Do you eat sweet potatoes?"
The number of warmth licked his lips, "Ache, let's rest early."
Jing Che turned and walked away. It didn't take long for a plate of sweet potato to be prepared. He pushed the bedside case to her and poured a cup of freshly brewed tea. "Eat."
The number of warmth does not know why, the eyes are hot, do not know what is in my heart, I feel that there is a grievance in the heart of the rush.