"0726!"
With just one sound, she was defeated. The sound was like the talisman of a trapped animal, and she was frozen in place. Her wet hair clung to her jawline, and there were tears stubbornly clinging to her eyes. Except for Zuo Yang, she would not shed tears in front of any man.
"Go and rest, the base will not open until tomorrow morning." This sentence sent her into endless hell again.
"Yes", she lowered her eyelids, tears rolling around and refusing to fall, she sighed but was unable to refute. This man seemed to have a magical power that controlled her life, making it difficult for her to fight back.
Looking at the disappearing figure, the man's beautiful thin lips curled up and said silently: "Baby, wait for me to come back."
As soon as the sky turned white the next day, Wuyou hurriedly stood at the gate, "Damn! Why haven't you opened the gate at six o'clock?"
There was a man in the monitoring room wearing a sapphire blue nightgown, sipping coffee leisurely: "As expected, just wait for another two hours." Looking at the people jumping at the gate, Nighthawk said It was like watching a movie. I even opened a pack of snacks and commented while watching.
"Tsk, tsk, I'm so anxious, it seems I'm missing my lover!"
It took a full two hours to activate the door switch. As soon as the door opened, Nighthawk saw Wuyou disappearing like a bow filled with arrows.
He calmly joked into the phone: "The tigress is back."
The laughter on the other side choked back: "You want it, but you don't have it yet!" Nighthawk was so angry that he poured all the snacks into his mouth, "I don't care about that!" He chewed them all.
When Wuyou returned home and saw that man, she even thought that she was willing to let her die now, but then she thought, no, she can't be with her husband after she dies, and she has to live well.
I looked at the person I hadn't seen for a few days standing at the door, shaking my head and nodding, but there was no...
Forget it, I am not the only one who owns the mountain. I will own the mountain. He stretched out his arms and said, "Girl, come here and give me a hug!"
Shouldn't this damn woman rush into my arms when she comes back? He was slightly confused and dissatisfied. Then a big impact made him feel satisfied, and Wuyou hung himself firmly on his body.
"Husband, I think of you all the time."
After being warm for a while, the little nose started to sniff everywhere, like a little milk dog.
"Husband, it smells so good! Is it meaty?" Without waiting for Zuo Yang to let go, he jumped off and went straight to the kitchen.
He guessed that this girl was definitely not in the mood to eat. Fortunately, he bought her favorite beef. "Thank you, husband!" She was eager to eat, but Zuo Yang grabbed her little hand again: "Wash your hands."
"Okay!" She trotted to wash her hands, and Zuo Yang was happy to follow behind her and warned: "Wash them thoroughly so there are no bacteria."
"Yeah, don't worry, husband, I'll wash it twice." She raised her soaked hand for Zuo Yang's inspection, acting as obediently as a good student.
The two of them were sitting on the sofa eating beef, and there were two steaming bowls of white porridge on the table.
Seeing that she didn't have time to look at him while eating, she complained about the meat in her heart: "It's so salty!"
"Husband, you know I miss you!" Wuyou quickly noticed what was wrong with him.
As expected, his eyes were like shooting stars and he looked at her earnestly: "How did you miss me?"
"I think about my eyebrows, my eyes, my nose, my mouth, and most importantly in my heart, I also think about my toes." She answered seriously, and her affectionate words made a warm sun rise in Zuo Yang's heart.
"Then why don't you want your fingers?"
She curled her mouth and rolled her eyes: "Husband, I'm eating meat, and I can't take care of my fingers at the moment." After saying this, she took a mouthful of white porridge with a spoon with a smile on her lips, and held a cup of the best thing in the world for me. Yi's posture made him furious.
"Baby, can you stop your mood from changing so quickly?" She sighed in her heart: This is not like finding a wife for herself, this is like picking up a daughter.
"Husband, ah... open your mouth and eat meat." This damn woman is a total atmosphere destroyer. I really want to strangle her to death now! But he still opened his mouth obediently and ate the food.
After the two of them had eaten, they went back to bed to rest. Wuyou almost didn't sleep last night, thinking about Zuo Yang all the time.
The other one was exhausted from fighting all night long. The morning light had just begun, but the two of them had already met each other in a dream.
With the mist rising, Wuyou strolled through an old castle in a quaint and solemn environment. Her bare feet stepped on the cold marble tiles, and she heard several conversations and laughter coming from upstairs.
She looked for the sound and walked up the steps. A group of noble-dressed men and women gathered around a long table for a dinner. They were chatting and laughing, elegant and noble.
Next to him stood a violin attendant in a tuxedo, playing music to accompany the banquet.
The utensils used were exquisite, and the thin slices of meat were still on the golden forks, dipped in the sauce from the bone china. They all ate with satisfaction.
She looked at each of them curiously, and she had actually seen some of their faces before. Just when she was about to leave, she glanced at the "delicious food" on the table and never took another step.
A little boy's mouth was gagged, his limbs were restrained, and metal bands were fixed around his neck. The attendant next to him used a sharp knife to slice off thin pieces of flesh from his limbs.
The boy stared blankly at the crystal chandelier on the roof, motionless. Wuyou moved his steps with difficulty to rescue him, "Stop!...Stop quickly..." Her hand passed through the waiter's knife, and the knife was not deflected. She leaned on the boy and fell on him. She was like a lonely ghost, unable to do anything to stop him.
She wanted to say to him: I'm sorry, she can't save him. As soon as she got closer, the boy turned his face and shouted at her with a look of horror: "Madam, run!"
Isn't that tear mole at the end of his eye her him? Isn't it her left center?
"I'm going to kill you! Kill you!..."
Seeing Wuyou who was drenched in sweat and talking in his sleep, Zuo Yang was anxious, "Girl, wake up! Don't scare me... wake up, baby...".
No matter how he shouted or pushed her, she seemed to be trapped in a dream, talking nonsense and refusing to wake up.
He picked her up and her whole body seemed to be fished out of water. Tears and sweat spread along her hair, and her nightgown was wet and clinging tightly to her body.
The lights in the living room were brighter than those in the bedroom. He placed Wuyou on the sofa, and seeing her expression of pain made him feel like a knife.
"I'm going to kill you! Go to hell...die to me..." She clenched her hands like a leopard ready to attack, and tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes.
"Ying, Wuyou, she keeps talking nonsense and she can't wake her up no matter how she screams." Zuo Yang was flustered. He had never seen her like this before.
"Just use electric shock or something similar." The person on the other side of the phone couldn't help but doubt his own medical skills. The operation was a success!
He quickly ran to the bathroom to get a hair dryer, unplugged the cord connecting the hair dryer head, and pulled out the excess wire, leaving only two strands.
After turning on the power, he tried it on himself first, "Ah-" His lips turned purple and he felt the pressure of the current. Fortunately, he could bear it without worry.
