Beginning without end

Chapter 97

Ji Suiyun's worst condition was not from the wound, but from lying on the ground for too long, resulting in excessive blood loss. Even though Song Bai's movements were ruthless, he couldn't stab too deeply because of his weak body and psychological burden. In the middle of the gap between the ribs in the chest, the heart and lungs were not injured.

It was past three o'clock in the morning when Ji Suiyun was pushed out of the ward. I don't know if it was because the anesthetic hadn't passed, and apart from the chills, he didn't feel much pain.

"I never wanted to kill you..."

After Ji Suiyun fell down, Song Bai's words echoed in his mind over and over again. At first, Ji Suiyun only had a trace of immoral hope to trick Song Bai into softening his heart, but Ji Suiyun Suiyun is not stupid, but when he thinks about it again, he realizes that something is wrong. Song Bai's character is at best to say something harsh to himself in a hurry, so that he can humiliate Ji Suiyun's feelings to others in an email. And scolded him for wanting him to die, Song Bai couldn't do it, and Song Bai didn't bother to do it.Reminiscent of Song Bai lying on the desk to avoid interrupting his soft words, Song Bai may not even want to humiliate his arrogance.

Ji Suiyun was a little scared. If Song Bai hadn't done such an excessive thing, the harm he had done to him would be even more unforgivable.

Several bodyguards have been guarding outside the ward, Ji Suiyun said to the nurse: "Go, call Wang Hu in."

Soon a tall and strong man walked in: "Mr. Ji, do you have any orders?"

Ji Suiyun coughed lightly, dragging the wound on his chest, bringing an uncomfortable feeling of suffocation and pulling: "Go get Song Bai's computer back, and find a reliable one to get the contents out again." Contains #哥#儿#全#理#

Wang Hu didn't ask any more questions, nodded and went out quickly.

Ji Suiyun closed his eyes, with a deep gully between his brows.

Song Bai is much better, there is no need to stay in the hospital for a long time, and no matter how good the environment here is, it is not as good as in the apartment.Aunt Fang hasn't seen Ji Suiyun recently, but someone told her that she can continue to take care of Song Bai if she wants, and she agreed.

"Mr. Xiao, come hold this and wait. I'll finish packing right away." Aunt Fang handed Song Bai a warm water bag in the shape of a bear, and stuffed her hand into the bear's belly, it was warm.

Song Bai's hands and feet are often cold, and he used these things at home before.Holding the warm water bag, he quietly watched Aunt Fang busy, his eyes dull.He is under a lot of psychological pressure. Song Bai never harmed small animals at the worst and worst age of a child, and he didn't even dare to watch killing chickens. No matter how heinous Ji Suiyun is, he is still a person whose heart beats and blood warm When Song Bai stabbed out with the knife, his hands shook like a Parkinson's syndrome patient all night.

He doesn't know what happened to Ji Suiyun now, but he must not be dead, otherwise he would have no way to wait to go back.

Aunt Fang had just packed her things when there was a knock on the door.

Wang Hu stood by the door, his tone was flat: "I'm here to invite Mr. Song, Mr. Ji wants to see him."

These words were a bit like ancient soldiers coming to accuse the criminals, Song Bai didn't panic, he put down the hot water bottle and went outside.

On the contrary, Aunt Fang looked at him worriedly, and even said softly to Wang Hu who had a cold face: "Every family has a child, he is so pitiful, don't help Mr. Ji bully him..."

Wang Hu looked at her suspiciously, but didn't say anything, and left with Song Bai straight away.

Ji Suiyun's ward is upstairs, and he will arrive soon.

Wang Hu knocked on the door a few times, signaling Song Bai to go in by himself.

Song Bairao was mentally prepared, but he was still stunned when he saw Ji Suiyun lying on the hospital bed. It was the first time he saw Ji Suiyun's face so ugly, and the snow-white color covered his face like paper. It was bruised and purple, obviously not rested well.

"Coming?" Ji Suiyun struggled to get up: "Are you feeling better? Sit down."

Song Bai sat beside Ji Suiyun's hospital bed, his tone was very calm: "I'm fine, the evidence that I hurt you is solid, you can do whatever you want."

Ji Suiyun smiled bitterly: "I deserve it, your knife is light."

Song Bai didn't want to think well of Ji Suiyun, and his face was calm.

"...Before I treated you so badly, I was so mad." Ji Suiyun touched his mobile phone, opened it and operated it a few times, and handed it to Song Bai: "I saw this thing."

Song Bai still took it, and when he saw the screenshot above, his pupils suddenly shrank.The ID displayed on it was indeed his and the correspondent's, but he didn't say those words. Although Song Bai wanted to join forces with others, he wouldn't use these sharp remarks to satirize Ji Suiyun again.

"I didn't say that." Song Bai just retorted without further explanation.

really.Ji Suiyun took back his mobile phone, his tone depressed: "I'm sorry."

Song Bai didn't intend to accept this apology, but Ji Suiyun would not choose to escape because he didn't accept it.

"That night... I didn't mean to take Liu Sizhe home to disgust you. I couldn't take you there because of Qiao Ming's invitation. He put something in my wine when we were eating." Ji Suiyun said reluctantly, Confessing a ridiculous peace with the one you love is tantamount to slapping yourself: "...I lost my head and thought it was you..."

"Enough." Song Bai suddenly said: "Enough of Ji Suiyun, it would be disgusting to talk about it." At that time, it would be ridiculous to recognize others as him, no matter how affectionate it is.Especially since he was locked in the bathroom all night.

"I know you don't want to listen, and you don't care who I sleep with, but if you keep misunderstood, I must be hundreds of times more disgusting in your imagination than I am when you say it."

This is true.

"Abai, I don't want your forgiveness, I just explain the matter to you clearly." Ji Suiyun clicked on the location of his wound, and his voice was extremely gentle: "Ninny, if you can relieve your anger a little, I don't want to hurt you." Mind if you stab here again."

Song Bai didn't think about it anymore.In fact, for him, hurting others is far more difficult than hurting himself.Ji Suiyun's blood that night almost burned his hand.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Ji Suiyun felt a little sad, but he just said: "Go back, Abai, and have a good rest. In the past few days, I have asked people to remove all the surveillance cameras at home. If the nanny treats you badly, I will definitely give you a good rest." I call."

Song Bai didn't respond, his eyes couldn't help but fell on Ji Suiyun's injured position, and after a long time he asked nonchalantly, "Ji Suiyun, does the wound hurt?"

Ji Suiyun was slightly stunned, then shook his head and said: "It doesn't hurt, the wound doesn't hurt at all." Ji Suiyun had no face to use this injury to try to get Song Bai's sympathy. If it hurts, Song Bai hurts more than him times.

"Why do you want to hurt each other? Are you afraid that I will go crazy and kill you one day?" Song Bai showed a little ignorance and confusion. This childlike expression made Ji Suiyun's heart ache unbearably.

"I won't let you leave me," Ji Suiyun was firm: "If you are not by my side, I am no different from death." Ji Suiyun can do everything for Song Bai, and can abandon his dignity and pride for him, but he Song Bai will not be let go.Even torturing each other.

Ji Suiyun was still very weak, and after he finished speaking, he felt more exhausted.

Wang Hu sent Song Bai back, he took the co-pilot, Aunt Fang and Song Bai sat in the back.

The hot water bottle was still hot, Song Bai kept holding it, and Aunt Fang couldn't rest in the car, she was weaving a piece of navy blue fabric in her hand.

Seeing Song Bai watching, Aunt Fang smiled and explained to him: "The clothes knitted for my son, he works cold on the construction site, so he can't buy sweaters with such fine stitches."

Song Bai took his hand out of the hot water bottle, and took the piece of cloth and the needle from Aunt Fang's hand: "Take a rest for a while, it takes so much time to knit, I will learn some patterns like this."

It was the first time for Song Bai to say such a long sentence these days, and Aunt Fang couldn't help being surprised when she saw how neatly he knits: "You know how to do it, this stitch is very difficult."

Song Bai smiled at her: "Fortunately, I often do it before, and I have also knitted finer mohair."

Aunt Fang likes well-behaved children. At first, she felt sorry for Song Bai who was bullied by men outside at such a young age. Now that she has given birth to more motherhood, she sighed softly. She should just sigh, but touched Song Bai's scar: "You If parents see you like this, how distressed they are..."

Fortunately, she immediately realized something was wrong and stopped. Song Bai just lowered his eyelashes and didn't say anything.

At the back of the apartment, Aunt Fang was busy getting things. Wang Hu stood beside Song Bai and said softly, "Mr. Ji bought you a plane ticket for the day after tomorrow. I will pick you up then."

Song Bai was taken aback, Wang Hu thought he was dissatisfied, and explained: "Tomorrow's is really impossible to buy. Mr. Ji said that you can arrive at night after tomorrow, at least you can catch up with the old ones."

Song Bai pursed his lips and said softly, "Thank you."

Wang Hu shook his head quickly: "It's all Mr. Ji's orders." After finishing speaking, he immediately went upstairs with Aunt Fang to sort things out.

Song Bai couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. Although he knew he deserved it, Ji Suiyun was hurt like that by him. He probably was the only one who could make Ji Suiyun hurt like this. None, Ji Suiyun even apologized and bought him a plane ticket home.

To be so loved by a man who could almost be described as ruthless was terrifying and strange.

Wang Hu left after delivering the things. Aunt Fang was still cleaning, so Song Bai sat down and helped Aunt Fang knit a sweater.

"Ah, this boat is so pretty, it's handmade." Aunt Fang didn't care much about other expensive handicrafts, but she showed some love for this small wooden boat.

Song Bai caught a glimpse of his own boat: "My brother made this for me."

Aunt Fang responded softly: "My son made one for me before. If nothing happened to his father, he should still be in college, instead of suffering outside."

There are no surprises in life.

Lu Fucheng also had a hard time, accompanying him to school, doing odd jobs everywhere, and his fingers were so cold that he suffered from unsightly chilblains.Later, I also lived a good life. I was young and promising, and I was a blockbuster.

But now the suffering continues, and the suffering has no end.

The boat was still unable to navigate the monstrous waves.