Flowers bloom silently

Chapter 197 Play hard (2)

Not to mention Milan, An Keer was also taken aback by Zimo's actions.

Her upturned gaze met Zimo's undulating blue eyes. This boy who was not good at dealing with interpersonal relationships was being forced to walk on the cusp of the storm. She saw the fear and anxiety in his heart, and his soul couldn't hold back. The cry, longing to get out of the predicament.

Swallowing her saliva, An Keer gritted her teeth, leaned against his arms as he wished, and then slowly turned her gaze to the distraught Milan opposite.

"Separate, you separate!" Milan couldn't see Zimo getting close to any woman, Dai Mengmeng was enough for her, and what kind of onion was this An Keer, so she came out like this.

Zimo and An Keer were still stuck together as if they didn't hear her words, which drove her crazy, so she rushed over, trying to forcibly pull An Keer away from Zimo's arms. He raised an arm and easily pushed her to the ground.

Milan was pushed to the ground, and Zimo couldn't help but wanted to help her, but An Keer held her back.

"Ah, I'm not alive anymore. It's not a big deal for me, but you still provoke me like this. Zimo, I hate you, I hate you!" Milan, who was pushed down, simply sat on the ground and cried loudly.

"Stop playing your temper like a child, stand up!" An Keer left Zimo, took a step forward, and said in an orderly tone to Milan, who was slapping his legs, beating his chest, crying and screaming. "You have taught Zimo for a year, and you should know his temperament better than I do. How can you treat him in this way? You have frightened him, you know? You keep saying that you like him, and you prove yourself in a deadly way Regarding his feelings, if you really love him, you will not hurt him. Why are you crying and making trouble? Zimo finally mustered up the courage to come here to talk to you, can you be more mature?"

An Ke'er was overbearing, and her words pierced deeply into her heart.She restrained herself a little, got up from the ground, pointed at An Ke'er's nose with sobs and said coldly: "What are you, it's not your turn to teach me a lesson."

An Keer shrugged: "It's because you don't like it, what's the matter?"

"You... Baba!" Milan couldn't find a word to fight back and cursed viciously.

"It's better than you, a psychopath. You are as fragile as a little flower in a greenhouse. If things don't go well, you will commit suicide. You can try to die again now, and see if you can tie up your son in this way." Mo? A person who doesn’t even cherish himself, what right does he have to love others? How can he make others love you? You’re trying to gain sympathy, understand?” An Keer counterattacked bluntly, hitting Milan’s words every word. The key.

Milan was completely seen through and trembling all over. She looked at Zimo who had been standing aside and watched her with tears in her eyes, bit her lips, and tears fell down like broken beads.

"No, I really like you, to the point where I can't control myself." She looked at Zimo and cried. "She's not right, no."

Zimo never wanted anyone to be hurt because of him. He didn't know how these things happened, and he didn't know why he didn't love someone and had the right to refuse, so why did he make so many troubles that made people palpitate and sad? thing?Looking at Milan, he was about to be overwhelmed by her tears.

Seeing Zimo remain silent, An Keer's heartstrings were tense, she couldn't go on any longer, every word she said was hurtful, although those were facts, they shouldn't be said by her .She walked past him and threw him a sentence: "I'm right outside the door, don't be afraid!"

An Keer went out, leaving only Zimo and Milan in the VIP ward.

Milan walked up to Zimo, she gently held his hand, and said: "I spent a year trying to forget you, but I couldn't, I love you Zimo, Don't reject me like the last time. We have a lot of common topics, and we love painting as much. We can be together, right?"

Zimo knows the feeling of liking someone but not being noticed.It only took a short time for him to be addicted to that kind of secret love, but he learned to control it, while Milan did not.It is also because of what he has experienced, that he knows that to love someone is to hope that the other person will live happily and happily, and blindly forcing will only lead to injury for both parties.And this point is exactly reflected in him and Milan or Xihe and Ankeer.He once rejected Milan very simply, but what he got in exchange was not understanding, but an abyss of pain.Now, he was really scared, he was at a loss, he didn't know how to say what Milan didn't want to hear again.

What An Keer said to Milan just now echoed in her ears, and that girl said such exaggerated words recklessly, but thinking about it carefully, what she said was not unreasonable.

He is really in pain, and Milan must be too, there has to be a break between them.

"...The twisted melon is not sweet, why bother? Let go!" When these words came out of his throat, Zimo felt a burst of heartache, but somehow felt a lot easier.

Milan shook her head desperately, this was the last word she wanted to hear.

"The door of my world is only open for special people, that doesn't include you Milan, forgive me for not knowing your love, and I can't accept you!"

"I don't want it, I don't want to listen to such words!" Milan let go of Zimo tremblingly, pulled the hair on both sides of her head, and she was once again ruthlessly pushed into the abyss, "How can I not be worthy of you? I Knowing that I am self-willed sometimes, I can change it... Why can't I be that special person? Who did you open that door for? Oh, isn't Dai Mengmeng? She grew up with you, and she occupies Take the lead, but that doesn't mean she's suitable for you. Or...is that Anke outside the door? She is Xihe's fiancée, and she is not qualified to enter your world...I don't know you well enough? Whether it is your works, or your temperament, I know your living habits, why can't I walk into your world?"

Milan yelled hysterically, she was really too fragile and couldn't bear the slightest stimulation.

"Take back your words, you can only be with me, you can't refuse me thousands of miles away, no."

Totally crazy!

Zimo looked at Milan who was pulling his hair and yelling at him, and moaned.

"You know, I care about you very much, not only because you are Dawen's sister. Take good care of yourself and take care!" Zimo's heart softened for a while, but in the end he still insisted on saying this, and then Turning around with difficulty, trying to escape from this out-of-control world.

"No, don't leave!" Seeing that Zimo was about to leave, Milan rushed over and hugged him tightly from behind, "Zimo, I can't live without you, can you just look at me?"

Zimo's heart was beating wildly, and he felt that he would not be able to hold on any longer. At this moment, An Keer, who was leaning against the wall waiting for him, came out and stood at the door to watch him.He suddenly regained his strength, slowly raised his hands, removed the arms that were holding him, and continued to walk.

"Zimo-" Suddenly, Milan's voice became farther away and turned into a ferocious growl, and he saw An Keer standing at the door trembling in his eyes over his shoulder.

Zimo felt that something was wrong, so he turned around and looked towards Milan. She had climbed onto the window sill without knowing when.

"Don't do stupid things!" An Keer stepped into the ward again, carefully persuading Milan, but when she wanted to pass Zimo, he stopped her.

"Let me do it!" Zimo whispered to An Keer, and went forward by himself.

"What are you doing when you come back, don't you want to go? Go, go... I didn't do this because of sympathy. I have no love in my life..."

"This is the third floor. Even if you jump down, I'm afraid you won't die. You will be disabled." Zimo pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He tried his best to calm himself down. Tell him: don't be afraid, don't be afraid!
Milan looked out of the window with tears in his eyes. Someone downstairs had already noticed that something was wrong. More and more people gathered at her feet and pointed at her.

"Milan, come down!" Davin just walked away for a while, and then came back and ran into such a scene. He was terrified. He was about to move forward, but was stopped by the standing anchor.

"Let Zimo handle it!" An Keer believed that Zimo could handle all of this, because his tone changed, and she heard a strange calmness.

"This is how you love me, isn't it?" Zimo asked her back, the blue eyes under the glasses were cold. "Hey, it's true that we are all playing art. There are always strange thoughts and actions that ordinary people can't understand. This is what we have in common!"

Milan, who was squatting on the window sill, shuddered because of Zimo's unusually calm words. The silent and gentle Zimo suddenly disappeared, and what she saw was a big strange boy.

Zimo reached into his trouser pocket with his right hand, and slowly took out a small utility knife from it. With a slight push of his thumb, the sharp blade protruded halfway from the handle.

All eyes were focused on the blade that shone with icy light.

Immediately, Zimo also hung his left hand in the air: "If that's how you love me, then this is how I reject you!" As soon as the words fell, the sharp blade cut his left wrist like that All the people screamed in fright at this move, and Milan was so frightened that he fell off the window sill and returned to the room, pulling his hair and lowering his head, not daring to look at him who was injured.

An Keer stepped forward quickly, snatched the utility knife from Zimo's hand, and tightly held his injured left wrist with the other hand, shouting at him in shock: "Are you crazy?!"

Because of the pain, Zimo frowned and remained silent.

"Hurry up, go see the doctor!" Dawen held Zimo by his arm and was about to take him out of the ward, but Zimo stopped him.

"Don't worry about me, go and accompany Milan!" Zimo looked at Dawen with apologetic eyes.

Dawen nodded knowingly, and asked An Keer to take care of Zimo.

How could An Keer dare to be negligent, and hurriedly left the ward with Zimo, and let the nurse lead the way to find the doctor who sewed up the wound cut by a utility knife.

The wound was finally healed. After hearing what the doctor said, An Keer breathed a sigh of relief. Sitting next to Zimo, she raised her hand and patted the back of his head, shouting: "Fortunately, I didn't cut the artery. You How could this idiot do this?"

While An Ke'er was fierce at him, her eyes were covered with tears, she was about to be scared to death by him.

Zimo stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly: "I'm really scared too, I'm really afraid that if I accidentally hit too hard, I will die!"

The boy hugging her was trembling, An Ke'er slowly pursed her open mouth, raised her arms to embrace him, tears couldn't help streaming down: "What an idiot!"

Is there no other way?Facing the extreme Milan, he would use this way of hurting himself to stop her.

An Ke'er felt extremely heartbroken at that moment, such a boy shouldn't have been hurt.

(End of this chapter)