my husband is a killer

Chapter 54 People like me are not qualified to talk about life 10
Now that he's said that, she won't bother with that question anymore, it's just...

She twisted her clothes and whispered:

"I'm not tired, I don't want to sleep, I'll just stay here and take care of you!"

"But I want to sleep, how can I sleep if you keep talking here?" He glared at her, blocked what she wanted to refute, and his tone became serious, "Go and rest, hurry up!"

She had always been a little afraid of his bad face, so she didn't dare to say anything more at this moment, she retreated to the door, looked at him, and finally closed the door and went out.

When the door was closed, a whirlwind rolled up, and the dark curtains moved with the wind, revealing a corner of bright glass. A ray of bright sunlight poured into the dark room, shining white spots on the wall!

The golden light dazzled the patient's eyes a little, and the scene engraved in his mind suddenly appeared in front of his eyes!
The woman was standing next to the bed, her eyes were shining, and she blurted out without thinking:

"Then I'll wash your clothes for the rest of your life!"

It seems to be a matter of course!

That kind of demeanor and that kind of tone only made him dumbfounded, and his mind went blank!
For a long time, I couldn't come back to my senses, I didn't know what to say next!
Thinking of that scene, in the dappled light and shadow, he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth!

However, that brightness was only for a moment, the gust of wind swept past, the curtains fell, and a thick layer of flannelette firmly blocked the sunlight!
The light once came inadvertently, but because it does not belong to this world, it must not be nostalgic!

"Forever, forever..." He lay in the gloomy room, muttering in his mouth, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and finally he just looked straight at the dull white ceiling, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth:
"How can a person like me have the qualifications to speak for a lifetime?"

A week later, stitches were removed from the wound.

The doctor's old bark-like hands are clinging to the tweezers and scissors and flipping them flexibly. His movements are extremely skillful. He is like a tailor who is cutting the clothes he is proud of. When he is enjoying himself, he can't help humming a little tune!

The patient of □□ couldn't bear it anymore, and said coldly:
"Doctor, I don't want to use the money that can enjoy first-class service in exchange for your rash attitude!"

"I didn't close my eyes to disassemble it for you, I was very serious!" The old man said solemnly, seeing the chill in the other party's eyes, he quickly laughed dryly, and patted him on the shoulder:

(End of this chapter)