Chapter 182

A long whistle came from afar, faintly smoky.

The train is leaving.

The wheel rubs against the rail and makes a harsh sound.

Jize looked down at the man in his arms. She didn't seem to be aware of the danger.

"The car is coming."

"I know." She stretched out her hands and passed under his arms like the softest, yet unbreakable, branches that wound around him and melted into her breath.

"Since my husband doesn't want to live, my concubine is dead. If we go down, we can be a companion."

Jize's body trembled.

"You You want to follow me? "

Instead of giving a positive answer, Lin Lang said, "it's said that huangquan road is very dark. My husband, I'm a little afraid. Hold me tight, hold me tight."

Jize can't help but hug her harder.

The fragrance of her hair, warm breath and soft skin are so familiar with every inch, and they seem to be a part of her blood and bones.

During this period, he always wanted to escape from her and resist her. On the surface, he had to please her and flatter her. However, he was used to each other's existence unconsciously.

He is eager to be valued and acknowledged by her, even if it is realized in another form of punishment.

"Don't you lie to me? Would you like to die with me He searched her face carefully with his eyes, and would not let go of the strangeness.

Lin Lang watched him, slowly, his head buried in his shoulder socket.

As the train approached quickly, Jize heard the voice of urging from the front.

And she didn't leave.

With him, in front of the train, on the track, even if the next second is blood spatter.

The eyes around him will not even have the complete right to look at life and death.

Live and die together, go together.

Is this her new lie? Will he be broken to pieces?

This feeling, such as mellow wine, sweet and clear, but he did not know whether to wear poison wine or intoxicating wine.

She is so good at acting that he can't tell the truth from the false.

"I Can I trust you? "

Jize's fingers swept over her temples, stroked her eyebrows and muttered to herself.

"Zizizi --"

the sound of the train running is too loud, and the noise is endless.

It's only two or three meters away from them.

Jize did not move.

Lin Lang is also gentle in his arms.

His long arm suddenly forced, tightly wrapped around the waist, like wire, will her a circle of entanglement, can not get rid of.

"Madam, let's go to the hell together."

The man leaned in her ear, gentle tone with a bit of cruelty and indifference, "since you love me, you will not be willing to let me go alone, right?"

He held her down with a big hand and refused to let anyone escape.

She was too late to run.

Lin Lang felt that the waist must be bruised.

She didn't say anything. She gently opened and closed her lips close to the man's neck

He pulled the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Ah, the dead --"

someone saw this scene and screamed subconsciously.

After rubbing my eyes, I found that there was a man lying beside the railway track, and the train just passed by.

"You husband and wife are really. You can't commit suicide even if you can't think of it..."

The stranger, who was frightened out of cold sweat, touched his forehead and had to come over and say, "what contradiction can't you say? Ten years of training can lead to the same boat crossing, and a hundred years of training can make us sleep together

Gizer did not respond to him.

At the critical moment, he suddenly rolled to the side with Linlang and dodged.

"Husband?" Lin Lang showed a puzzled look, "it's not to..."

"Not dead, let's not die, OK?" He was lying on the ground, the back of his hand was rubbed by sand, and blood was oozing out. However, he didn't care. His eyes were absorbed, reflecting the appearance of his wife.

He raised his hand slightly and brushed the dust off her cheek.

"I haven't lived enough. I don't want to die."

"I haven't loved a person well, and I don't want to die."

"I haven't..."

Lin Lang pointed up her fingers and blocked them between his lips.

"Then let's go home."

"Good."

Jize kisses her finger, extremely intimate, as if no one else.

Stranger:.... "

Is his sense of being so weak?

Once again back to Ji Fu, Ji Ze's mood is quite different.

Ji's mother caught the "missing addicted" son at the door.

"What's the matter with you? Didn't you say to accompany Huixin? Why did I hear Huixin say that you haven't been to her place all day? If you go on like this, how do you ask your mother to explain to the Qin family? " She turned her head and glared, "did you do something good? If a woman's family wants to climb on his head all day long to be a bully, don't you want to show your face? ""Yes."

Jize took Lin Lang's hand and looked directly at Ji's mother's gaping expression.

"You What do you say

The man's expression is cold and stern, the sentence is clear, "I'm her man, her sour temper and temper is also my favorite, if the mother can't stand it, even if she is aiming at her son, don't trouble my wife."

Compared with the previous two unnatural, Jize's response this time is more resolute.

"Niang, I hope you will remember that my wife is the hostess of Ji Fu and the only housekeeper. Please be polite to her in the future."

Ji's mother had never seen such a son. She felt strange and said, "but Huixin is you..."

"Now, I just want to cherish Linlang." Jize turned to look around the woman, "after some things, I found that some people are more worthy of my protection."

Said, he also did not give Ji mother reaction time, took Lin Lang to go.

As soon as he entered the door, Jize stood behind Lin Lang and naturally untied the buttons on her coat and hung it on the wooden coat rack, carefully smoothing the wrinkled corners.

"You sit down for a while, and I'll get some hot water for you to drive away the cold." Jize went out again.

Lin Lang watched him leave with a smile.

When he came back, he saw a box spread out on the bed. Lin Lang was putting things in it. He came closer to see, there are some whips, handcuffs, red candles and other gadgets.

A heat fumed on Jize's thin face. He turned his head and said in a hoarse voice, "you Want to play games again? "

But Lin Lang said, "don't you like these things? My body intends to clean up, directly to the fire a fire, so as not to see the husband upset

Ji Ze was stunned and warm.

The woman stooped and looked back, smiling at him? We need to start again, to be tolerant, to be honest, and to be equal to each other. I want to do something for my husband, even if it's just a little change. "

He rubbed the pocket of his trousers unconsciously, and there was a pocket watch hidden in it.

That was Bert's last chance.

Lin Lang closed the box, put a copper lock on it and put it at the foot of the bed. After finishing this, she rolled up the bloodstained quilt on the bed again, took a new brocade quilt from the cabinet again, raised her hand to shake it off, and Jize peered at the corner of the embroidered with twinkled bidiolian.

She bent down and smoothed out the creases in the quilt.

Caught off guard, her waist tight, was a strong pull up, the whole person staggered down in front of his chest.

"I'm sorry, I have something to hide from you!"

"Husband?" She raised her head, doubting his eyes.

The copper and gold pocket watch shook off in front of her eyes, and the edge was painted with black blue.

"Is this?"

Jize was silent for a moment, "the keepsake that Bert gave me. He had a life-long friendship with Marshal pan. He can rely on this token to let the other party fulfill his wish."

Lin Lang was surprised.

She really did not expect that the man had hidden the latter part. Lin Lang's heart bottom tut a, male Lord is worthy of destiny's son, has been made like this by her, still has the noble person to help.

But for his confession, she would not have found this important clue.

So this smart man really believed her lie?

"Husband, do you want to get rid of my concubine?"

Lin Lang lowered her head, and people with a clear eye could see that her mood was relatively low. "It is also true that my wife has done so many things to her husband that it is normal for him to want his life."

"If you can, I have one more request before I die."

Her voice has choked, "husband, the last shroud, can you change it for my wife?"

Ji Ze couldn't see her tearful appearance, so he quickly put his arms around him and stroked his soft hair. "What are you talking about? You're not going to die. I'm not going to let you die. Even if we are going to die, we will die after a hundred years

"Really?"

Lin Lang was moved to blink. The tears in her eyes suddenly rolled down and crossed her cheek.

"Really, what I say always counts."

He gently wiped her cheek with the back of his hand, and as if to coax a child, the pocket watch hung on the neck of Lin Lang, "you see, I gave it to you, don't you have to be afraid?"

"Is that good?" Lin Lang picked up the silver chain with her fingers and deliberately said, "this is what Mr. Burt specially gave to her husband for self-defense. You gave me the body of a bad woman who committed all kinds of crimes. Maybe she will regret it later."

Jize listened to her "acrimonious" and "angry speech" and couldn't help laughing.

His teeth are not very neat, and his teeth are slightly tilted. He is usually reserved when he smiles, and no one else can see the difference. It was the first time that Lin Lang saw this kind of smile from his face. He had white teeth. He was bright and had no mustard. He was not so much a man as a simple boy of seventeen or eighteen years old without a city government."There is a saying that if you touch the ink, you will get red; if you touch the ink, you will get black. If Madame kills and sets fire to others, she will be the one who lets off wind at the door for her husband. "

"Do you really regret it?"

"No regrets."

He leaned over to kiss skillfully.

Lin Lang turned her wrist and was about to hook up the man's neck. Unexpectedly, the other side was more active than her. Without her saying, she pasted it up, and her body was clinging to her, which made people unable to breathe. It seemed that she was just in love and was not willing to leave for a moment.

Good boy.

I'm in charge of your life now.