?Putting the indwelling needle into the neck will not be fatal, it will only cause pain for a while. Shen Zhichu clenched the needle tightly like a knife and cut down the artery, and the blood flowed out.
Li Jingshen snorted, he was not afraid of death, what he was afraid of was that Shen Zhichu would not want him.
He bit Shen Zhichu's lips lightly and then let go of her. Instead of wiping the blood on his neck, he reached back and grabbed Shen Zhichu's trembling hand, "Hands are dirty."
She looked at her fingers, blue blood vessels protruding from the back of the hand, and the fingertips were filled with viscous blood. Her eyes gleamed, and a tear slid down and hung from her chin. It was so crystal clear that it would burst when poked.
Shen Zhichu was in tears, but there was a ferocious smile on the corner of her mouth. She never felt scared or sad, she only felt excited, because she finally hurt this man, but this injury was not 1% as painful as hers.
Li Jingshen wiped away the tears on her face: "Shen Zhichu is like today, I am waiting for you to kill me, as long as you can do it."
Shen Zhichu gritted her teeth, her complexion suddenly became very cold, her pale face was enveloped by a biting chill, she suddenly grinned, but when she smiled, she suddenly made a loud voice like a child, she threw away her hand With the blood-stained needle in his hand, he propped up the sink next to him, and stood up staggeringly: "I will definitely kill you." Even if I can't kill you, I want you to live in despair like me.
Li Jingshen followed her and stood up: "If you want to kill me, you must live well."
The wound on Li Jingshen's neck was not deep, it was disinfected, and it was fine to just bandage it.
But Shen Zhichu, the wound on his abdomen was torn open, blood seeped out and stained the hospital gown red.
Li Jingshen watched as the doctor frowned tightly treated her wound, wiped the blood with cotton and threw it in the trash can, the wound was hideous like a bloody red eye.
How painful should it be? But Shen Zhichu didn't even frown, she seemed to have listened to Li Jingshen's words, took medicine and injections on time, and lived a good life.
In the past, she could only take medicine one by one. She was afraid of hardship and had to eat sugar. Now she can swallow several pills together. If she can¡¯t swallow them, they will melt in her mouth. Drink more water, she has long forgotten the taste of sweetness. No, I don't plan to eat any more.
Li Jingshen invited Aunt Zhang to take care of Shen Zhichu, and they sat and talked together. Most of them were Aunt Zhang who told Shen Zhichu, but they never talked about the child, as if she had never been pregnant.
On November 11, Shen Zhichu was discharged from the hospital.
After more than four months, the puppet cat at home was already a little strange to her. It hid on the sofa and observed her quietly. Seeing Shen Zhichu sitting down, it boldly leaned over and sniffed it. It was a familiar smell.
"Meow." Nian Nian called out, flicking her big fluffy tail.
Shen Zhichu scratched Niannian's neck and combed it. It had grown too much. It could be seen that it was well taken care of during her absence.
Niannian was so comfortable being touched by her, her body softened to reveal her fluffy and round belly, Shen Zhichu touched its belly along its neck.
The puppet cat itself has a very gentle personality, and Niannian itself likes to cling to people. It already knows that this is the owner who has taken care of it since childhood, so it gets closer to Shen Zhichu and purrs.
The internet in the villa was shut down by Li Jingshen's order, and Shen Zhichu had a mobile phone but couldn't see the news from the outside world. In fact, even if the internet wasn't shut down, Li Jingshen also controlled all her communication tools, as if to hide something.
"Zhichu, do you want to go upstairs?" Mrs. Zhang asked, she had already changed the name "Madame" to "Zhichu"
Shen Zhichu nodded and put down Niannian in her arms. The villa is still the same as before, but her room decoration has been slightly modified. The color tone is warmer and there are many more decorative paintings. One of them is a sunflower facing the sun, full of vitality.
The weather was getting colder and colder, so Shen Zhichu put on a down jacket with two sweaters inside to resist the winter cold.
Back at the villa, when the heater was turned on, the average temperature was 25¡ãC. It was just right for Shen Zhichu to take off his down jacket.
The heating is turned on in the room, and she likes to leave the windows open. The cold wind blows on her face like a knife. Shen Zhichu's face turns pale, like a living person in a coffin. It doesn't feel popular at all
Li Jingshen is the same as before, commuting to and from get off work on time, and coming back early to accompany Shen Zhichu, the relationship between them has become more and more indifferent, and there is a double-edged knife lying in the middle, whoever takes one step forward will die.
Sleeping became a problem, under the hostile eyes of Shen Zhichu, he couldn't sleep with her at all, so he could only sleep on the floor, far away from the sofa.
Shen Zhichu spends most of his time watchingThe blue and white porcelain, when nothing happened, I hugged it in my arms, and wiped it bit by bit with a clean towel, obviously there was no dust on the blue and white porcelain.
Another week later, Shen Zhichu held the blue and white porcelain and said to Li Jingshen, "Find a place to bury it."
"Okay." Li Jingshen agreed to her, chose a cemetery, spent a huge sum of money to buy a cemetery, and buried the blue and white porcelain in it.
Shen Zhichu quietly looked at the word "Jianzhao" on the tombstone, her expression was as indifferent as a cloud of smoke, she didn't cry, because her tears had been shed long ago
After Shen Zhichu went back, he acted as if nothing had happened, he took care of his body, and his complexion slowly began to recover, but his face was still pale, not that good.
In the past few days, she has long been used to holding the blue and white porcelain bottle to wipe it. Now that the blue and white porcelain is buried, she always feels that something is missing in her hand. In order not to keep herself trapped in this sense of lack, Shen Zhichu began to find something to do on her own.
?I wash my own clothes, clean my own bedroom and bathroom, and cook my own meals.
Sister-in-law Zhang was next to her to help her, washing vegetables and so on.
Li Jingshen has already ordered that as long as Shen Zhichu does not harm herself, she can do whatever she wants, including going out.
This time he didn't restrict her freedom, but Shen Zhichu stayed at home obediently, and didn't step out, as if she was used to the life of being in captivity.
Li Jingshen came home from work, and when he entered the room, he could smell the familiar smell of food, which he often smelled during those four years.
"Who cooked the meal today?" He asked the housekeeper, his voice trembling
"Madam did it."
Li Jingshen twitched the corners of his lips, and when he arrived at the restaurant, he saw Shen Zhichu busy in the kitchen wearing an apron.
For a moment, he thought he was hallucinating, or that he had returned to four years ago.
At that time, Shen Zhichu loved him like his life, no matter how busy he was at work, he would come back to cook. This familiar smell of food was not uncommon for him to sneer at in those four years, but now it is a taste that he dreams of.
Three dishes and one soup, Mrs. Zhang brought them to the table one by one, and Li Jingshen couldn't wait to sit down after washing his hands. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com