The Evil Wife of the Rebirth of the Shang Family

Chapter 439 Doesn't make any sense anymore

"Uncle Lin, do I really annoy you so much?" At this time the door of the room was pushed open, and Meng Shuixin came in with a bouquet of flowers in her arms. Looking at Lin Chuyang on the bed, Meng Shuixin knew that she was I should hold even a little touch, but no, not at all.

Meng Shuixin now only has the pleasure of revenge and the regret that revenge is not enough.

When Lin Chuyang saw that Meng Shuixin came in, he didn't show much expression, he just looked Meng Shuixin up and down to make sure that the girl was not injured, then he sighed insignificantly.

The two of them kept a weird silence after Linshu withdrew from the substance. Ten minutes later, Meng Shuixin broke the peace between the two of them. He walked to the window sill and put the scented tea he brought into the vase.

"Lin Chuyang, do you know what I'm thinking?" Meng Shuixin drew a faint picture while turning his back to Lin Chuyang, making it difficult to see his expression.

Lin Chuyang remained silent as usual and did not answer.

"I was wondering why you didn't die? Why didn't you die?" Meng Shuixin said lightly.

Lin Chuyang still had no expression on his face, but his hands were tightly grasping the white sheet.

When Meng Shuixin said this, he burst out laughing suddenly, and when the hand that was doing the illustration was exerted forcefully, the flower was broken, and fell to the ground pitifully, being crushed by the girl's screams.

At this moment, Meng Shuixin couldn't control her hatred. When she saw Lin Chuyang on the bed, the overwhelming hatred not only didn't weaken, but deepened even more.

"Lin Chuyang, you should know that I was deliberately delaying time, otherwise your leg will definitely be restrained. At least any doctor can cure it." Meng Shuixin turned around and looked at Lin Chu Yang Mingming's gaze was full of hatred, but Lin Chuyang could see the pain from it.

Even Lin Chuyang himself didn't know when he could become so considerate.

"Lin Chuyang, how do you know that our Meng family is on fire? I find that your news is getting better and better." Meng Shuixin said.

Lin Chuyang was still cold and silent, as if meeting him for the first time. He didn't speak or force anything. He had a cold attitude towards everything.

Meng Shuixin walked out of the room without even saying goodbye. Lin Chuyang Yongshou Buddha touched his legs and fell down. He could feel the outline of his legs in this life. Lin Chuyang lay down and looked at the ceiling, his mind In it, not only the scene that appeared in my mind when I was in a coma just now, there is Meng Shuixin in it, but there is also a picture of Meng Shuixin that I am not familiar with but seems to be very familiar with.

Meng Shuixin was dressed like a young woman. He was wearing a long dress with his hair tied around his neck, and he was leaning against the cabinet with a glass of red wine in his hand. At that time, he was peeking out the window, but Lin Chuyang was there The name I know is the neighbor’s mansion and the name of my own home. Why do I have to look inside more from the outside, and why is Meng Shuixin in my own house? I seem to be very familiar with that Meng Shuixin, so Lin Chuyang can watch from the sidelines. The attitude of the reader felt the mood of Lin Chuyang who was watching from outside the window. It was not love, but hatred. He was very fond of the melancholy woman in the room who was drinking red wine. Why, why did the self in the dream feel very Meng Shui? heart?

It was Meng Shuixin who looked so harmless in the dream.

Lin Chuyang didn't know if he felt resentment towards Meng Shuixin in the dream because he fell his legs, but Lin Chuyang had to admit that in the dream, he saw Meng Shuixin who was drinking on his belly, and that one seemed mature When I feel a lot of Meng Shui's heart, my heart hurts.

When Meng Shuixin came out of the hospital, he was naturally small. Meng Shuixin was not a junior. He walked on the lawn of the hospital, and the water splashed on him. I don't know if it was because of the rain or because he felt the cold. Meng Shuixin squatted down with both arms, and he stuffed his head deeply into his arms.

Suddenly, the rain on the top of the head seemed to have stopped. Meng Shuixin raised his head and saw a pink umbrella with such cat ears on top of his head. Meng Shuixin cried and laughed and said, "Really So naive."

"I bought it when I passed the hospital entrance and thought you would like it." Wen Jingrong said lightly with the most hypocritical smile.

Meng Shuixin smiled and said, "But how can such a mistress take down the two of us?"

"It doesn't matter I'm thin."

Meng Shuixin smiled, but when he laughed, he really felt heart-piercing pain: "Wen Jingrong, I'm a bad person, don't come near me."

As soon as Meng Shuixin's Huayi fell, Wen Jingrong squatted down, and the small umbrella covered both of them.

Meng Shuixin raised his head, looked at Wen Jingrong's eyebrows, suddenly there was a thunderbolt in the sky, and a flash of light flashed in front of him, and that long, long time or what he often did sporadically flashed in Meng Shui's mind. In my dream, it was red, no, it was blood, the sky was full of blood, and there were corpses in the river.

As for Wen Jingrong in front of Meng Shuixin, his figure seemed to coincide with the figure who had been with him in the desert, as if Wen Jingrong had been with him in that bloody dream.

Meng Shuixin suddenly threw herself into Wen Jingrong's arms, and buried her head in Wen Jingrong's chest, but just for a moment, Meng Shuixin felt that Wen Jingrong wasn't, that wasn't the feeling, when she was in Meng Shuixin, she felt the same way. I used to lie in that embrace, but I always felt like that, that bad gemstone was scorching hot, the heat of asking myself to be on the table, and it also carried a feeling that I couldn't explain clearly.

But since it doesn't feel right, why does the figure overlap with the boy in front of him?

Wen Shi was driving, and the two of them were sitting in the back of the car. Meng Shuixin's face was covered with a wet towel, but Meng Shuixin didn't even want to wipe his hair after eating. Wen Jingrong looked at the documents and didn't seem to want to help. What does Meng Shuixin mean by hair?

Just now, when Wen Jingrong wanted to ask Meng Shuixin, Meng Shuixin stepped away at that moment because of the touch in his heart. Wen Jingrong just looked at Meng Shuixin tolerantly and tenderly, but Meng Shuixin didn't know why it happened by mistake. Said: "You are not him."

Even Meng Shuixin was taken aback after saying this sentence, even now that Wen Jingrong ignored him, he didn't know how to explain it, and Meng was familiar with in, and Huoxue couldn't explain it at all, why did he say that sentence?
Wen Jingrong is Wen Jingrong and he is not someone else. Could it be that he really naively thought that dream was real?

That's just a dream, you don't know the so-called dream!

The atmosphere in the car was very calm and embarrassing, Wen Shi, who was always flamboyant, dared not speak.

But the ringing of the phone broke the weird atmosphere in the car. Meng Shuixin picked up the phone and said, "Uncle Ruan, it's really strange that you called me."

I don't know what was said there, Meng Shuixin said: "Okay."

"Wen Jingrong, I'm not going home, take me to Uncle Ruan's place." Meng Shuixin said.

Wen Jingrong didn't speak.

"I'm talking to you, Wen Jingrong." Meng Shuixin pushed Wen Jingrong and said.

Only then did Wen Jingrong put down the document and signed, "I don't want you to deliver the medicine, please pick it up yourself?"

"Wen Jingrong, are you eavesdropping on my phone call?"

"You're sitting next to me, and the sound of your phone didn't drop off so I can't hear you, isn't it normal?" Wen Jingrong said with a half-smile.

"Uncle Ruan has something to do, and it's not like you don't know about Zall's situation. We don't worry about others. If you're worried about going with me?" Meng Shuixin said.

"I still have things to do."

"If you still have something to do, don't talk so much nonsense!" Meng Shuixin was also angry, turned around and stopped talking to Wen Jingrong.

Wen Jingrong was tolerant as always, and he was not angry, but he lightly touched the back of the wealthy businessman Meng Shuixin's hand and said, "I really have something to do."

"I take care of you!"

Wen Jingrong pulled Meng Shuixin into her arms, and did not speak for a long time.

I don't know why I asked Wen Jingrong's deep mountain people, Meng Shuixin didn't push Wen Jingrong away, but just leaned in Wen Jingrong's arms all the time, knowing that the car stopped at Zhuoer's house.

Meng Shuixin reluctantly pushed Wen Jingrong away, but Wen Jingrong whispered in Meng Shuixin's ear, "Who am I?"

"Wen Jingrong? Are you confused?" Meng Shuixin subconsciously avoided Wen Jingrong.

"I just want you to know who I am and who the person is by your side right now."

"Wen Jingrong..." Meng Shuixin clearly felt that the voice of the boy leaning on his shoulder was soft as if he was hurt, "I just..."

"Go." Wen Jingrong pushed Meng Shuixin away.

When Meng Shuixin got out of the car, he looked at the car window gradually lowering his waist. Wen Jingrong's picturesque childlike face slowly disappeared in the darkness of the bed. , Although it was only for a short moment, Mengshu Xiin did feel distressed and unfamiliar. Was it because of that sentence that he was hurt?

For the first time, did Meng Shuixin feel that he could actually arouse that boy's mood swings?
Wen Jingrong in the car looked at Meng Shuixin who had already entered the building, and stroked his forehead.

Wen Shi asked, "Master, are you uncomfortable?"

"It's okay, let's go to the Wen family."

"The Wen family?"

"kindness."

"Yes."

Wen Jingrong looked at the gradually changing scenery outside the window with deep eyes, and then said, "Wen Shi, tell me, does a dead person have any weight?"

Although Wen Shi didn't understand what Wen Jingrong said, but the expression of his young master seen from the rearview mirror was not very good, so he went along with the flow and said, "Of course it doesn't make any sense."

The young man behind seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and repeated softly: "It doesn't make any sense...yes, he's dead...it doesn't make any sense...There's no more..."

(End of this chapter)