Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

Tang poetry had a long dream.

She dreamed of all the people she had met in her life, from the beginning, her parents and brother, the prisoners in the five-year prison, Tang Wei, Fu Muzhong, Su Qi, the studio people, and finally stopped to face.

A face with delicate but indifferent features and dark eyes like midnight.

Tang Shi wanted to wake up, but there was no way to control her brain. Her brain seemed to have been disobeyed. She started the command to wake up, but her brain still fell into a deep sleep.

Eyes, can't open.

Hands, can't move.

She felt that she was in a vegetative state. Her senses had come to life, and occasionally she could hear voices outside.

But she could not open her eyes, could not see anything, repeated the nightmare, and fell from the abyss again and again.

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"what should she do in this situation?"

A week later, Bo Ye stood in Jiang Ling's office. Her face was full of anxiety. The man was still bright, but his eyes were extremely hot. "She has been in a coma for a week."

"She's recovering now." Jiang Ling gives a cigarette to Bo Ye. He is a doctor. He doesn't smoke at ordinary times. He only thinks about smoking when he can't relieve the pressure. It can be seen that he is not in a good mood now.

"But her brain is still in a coma." Jiang Ling smoked a cigarette and vomited out the smoke. Then she turned her head and looked at the thin night. "Old night, I'm telling you the truth. You didn't do it really well."

It's not just that these three words can describe it.

Jiang Ling gave him face because he was a friend of Bo Ye.

Thin night did not speak, silent for a long time, lit a cigarette but did not smoke, so let it burn in his fingertips, burning, as if burning is his life.

Later, Jiang Ling's whole cigarette was finished, and Bo Ye's cigarette was also burnt out. Only when the two men looked up at each other again, Bo Ye spoke, and his voice was extremely hoarse --

"so you said I What am I going to do? "

"Tang poetry can wake up, you and I have no way to decide."

Jiang Ling put out the smoke in the ashtray, "thin night, she is for you to block the attack."

Thin night did not speak, but her eyes were scarlet.

"How was the investigation going in prison?"

Jiang Ling looked up, "even if there is no decisive evidence, those clues can also show the innocence of Tang poetry?"

Thin night did not speak, the brain intense pain.

He, some dare not think about it.

"Admit it, Bo Ye. You're wrong. It's a big mistake." Jiang Ling looks at him and sees that his superior good friend has become what he is now. He doesn't know how to comfort him. Maybe he shouldn't have comforted him. All these are the sins that Bo Ye made at the beginning.

Yes, he was wrong, but he How to make up for it?

Jiang Ling seemed to see through the thin night's idea and laughed, with a little sadness in the smile, "old night, sometimes it's late. The only thing you can do is to wake up the poetry of the Tang Dynasty again and leave it far away. "

This is still a euphemism. To be frank, in fact, you can get away from Tang poetry as far as possible.

If you make a mistake, you have to pay a price. But what if the first mistake is framed? Then let her bear the cost of that person, also should pay back a thousand times!

Bo Ye thought about it. Tang poetry was jailed for five years and was charged with murder for five years. A small finger was cut off from his hand and dozens of scars were found on his wrist. Later, he raised his son and lost his close relatives. All these things can kill people just by carrying them out on others!