Depth of pampering: Poison tongue son loli mother

She reluctantly raised her hand, only to see that a large layer of skin had come off her palm, revealing a bloody wound, but the blood soon flowed into the ground with the rain, soaking the wound into dead white. At first, it was a burning pain.

Later, even the pain became numb, and I didn't even feel it.

Great, if you don't feel pain, you can tell yourself that it doesn't actually hurt.

You can stand up and keep walking.

Her body was so cold that she gradually lost consciousness. At this moment, she couldn't think of anything. Her body just mechanically repeated the actions of picking up the potted flower, running, and putting down the potted flower. She was very tired and felt like she was going to kneel down in the next moment. On the ground, I wanted to have the backbone to say that I quit, I got out, but I couldn't...

The sky was full of wind and rain, and under the ravages of the wind and rain, those potted flowers fell sideways, and the flowers fell and the stems were broken.

Holding the flowers in her hands, she saw that their branches were broken, and the delicate flowers were in ruins, and she suddenly felt that she was not one of those flowers.

I always think that I am very strong, because I have tasted all kinds of life long ago, and I will not be afraid of any blow, but I am still mercilessly interrupted by the storm.

It seems that every time her life gets a little better, there will always be sudden wind and rain, which will extinguish the faint hope of life.

Does her hard work have any effect? ​​It is no match for the wind and rain, let alone a cold word, which can make her get out, lose her job, and return to the days of poverty and panic.

Holding the flowers weakly, she leaned against the street lamp blankly, lowered her head, suddenly felt extremely helpless in her heart, and wanted to cry loudly.

She is so fragile and vulnerable in this world, anyone can knock her down.

The body couldn't help shaking, tears rolled down helplessly but silently, and then disappeared with the rain.

I haven't cried for a long time, because I know that crying sadly will only make myself a joke in the eyes of others. Her tears have never been exchanged for anyone's sympathy.

But, can she just be a joke for people's entertainment?

Mu Baoer looked at the sky, she had come to this day with great difficulty, she was not reconciled, and she was not willing to give up on herself like this.

Mu Baoer wiped her eyes with her hand, and swallowed back her tears with a smile.

Hanlie wanted to see her jokes, wanted her to give up automatically, wanted her to lose her job?

He can fire her, but she will never voluntarily leave.Even if she wants to get out, she won't let people find an excuse to laugh at her.

Mu Baoer's face was extremely pale, her trembling lips turned from white to purple, but with bloody hands, she resolutely picked up the potted flowers and walked slowly towards the flower room.

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I don't know how long it took.

Mu Baoer only felt very dizzy, and felt dizzy if she didn't pay attention, but her body was already too cold to feel.

She moved the flowers mechanically and repeated them back and forth. At first she still had the strength to run, but now she can only walk slowly.

An umbrella stood firmly in the rain, and a tall figure stood in front of her at some point.

She raised her head blankly, and from the rain flowing through her eyes, she saw the coldness, his face was covered with a shadow under the dim light of the garden, it looked so cold in the wind and rain, like a sculpture, embedded in the delicate The dark eyes on the face blended with the night.

Clean casual clothes, without any rain splashing on his body, he looks so graceful and calm, with an air of aloofness and arrogance.

But at this moment she was standing in front of him, her hair was messy sticking to her cheeks, her face was as white as a ghost, she was truly ugly.