Chapter 433

Song Mianmian nods and leaves here to live a good life with Jiang shaoxun. This is the best thing, and she won't be discovered by ChuChu. She tries her best to protect herself, and Jiang shaoxun won't find out that she is Nie Changhuan.

All this seems to be so perfect, how can she not agree.

After song mianmianmian nodded, Jiang shaoxun seemed relieved. As long as Changhuan could take care of him, it was enough to show that Changhuan could gradually put down his sadness.

This experience is too painful, he said to protect Changhuan, but again and again broke his promise, again and again let Changhuan in danger.

Before living in seclusion with Changhuan, he has to deal with ChuChu and the second uncle. If these two people don't deal with it well, they will fall into other dangers.

Jiang shaoxun believes that ChuChu, as long as they are not satisfied with one day's punishment, ChuChu will find them even if they find the ends of the earth, which will make them restless.

"You have a good rest. Don't think about it. I'll be with you."

In the dark, Jiang shaoxun's gentle words gave song Mianmian an incomparable sense of satisfaction. She strengthened her courage, leaned to the edge of the hospital bed, and then left a place beside her to invite Jiang shaoxun.

She hasn't slept with Jiang shaoxun for a long time, and she hasn't been hugged by Jiang shaoxun for a long time.

Since breaking up with Jiang shaoxun, she has been thinking about it day and night, trying to let Jiang shaoxun hug her to sleep, but it's all a dream, a dream that is far away.

Now the dream is within reach.

Song Mianmian nervously looks at Jiang shaoxun in the dark. Fortunately, the light is not on now. If the light is on, Jiang shaoxun may find something wrong with her.

Jiang shaoxun in the dark, saw song Mianmian so let go of his bedside position, he showed a faint smile, and then said to song Mianmian: "Huanhuan, no, you have a good rest, I'm afraid it will press your wound."

Song Mianmian is holding Jiang shaoxun's hand. He is so self-sustaining and careful, how can he press her wound.

She just wants to be held in her arms by Jiang shaoxun. The feeling of holding her in the palm of her hand is what she wants most now.

Song Mianmian has been holding Jiang shaoxun's hand, unwilling to let go. Jiang shaoxun's feeling of wanting to push away Changhuan is getting stronger and stronger. He reaches out his hand and pushes song Mianmian's hand away.

Jiang shaoxun said seriously: "Huanhuan, have a good rest yourself. I don't want to sleep now."

After hearing Jiang shaoxun's words, song Mianmian takes back her hand. An uncomfortable smile appears on her face. It's in the dark now. Otherwise, how can she face him.

It's really hard to be rejected by Jiang shaoxun. Song Mianmian turns his back to Jiang shaoxun.

Jiang shaoxun found a situation, that is, Changhuan has not spoken since waking up. He tentatively asked: "Huanhuan, do you have any discomfort?"

Jiang shaoxun very careful questions, let song Mianmian whole heart all raised.

Did he find something wrong? Did he know that she was not Nie Changhuan?

Song Mianmian shook his head in the dark. The sound of rubbing his hair and pillow was heard in Jiang shaoxun's ear. He said faintly, "you have a good rest. I'll watch you here."

Jiang shaoxun put his hand on his forehead. How could he feel strange to Changhuan?

When Mingming is wiping the wound on Changhuan's body, the scar in her abdomen is Changhuan.

No, he can't go on thinking like this. The man in front of him is Changhuan.

In the room, two people's breathing sounds sounded in the quiet space, but they did not fall asleep, with different thoughts.

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Changhuan is locked up in a high-rise building. Now she has no appetite at all. She has thought of many ways, but she still doesn't know how to get out of here. She has tried to cry for help, but when she cries, the sound of the air whistling is bigger than her voice.

She also tried to put the sheets outside the balcony and make a distress signal, but she searched the room and couldn't find a pen.

Changhuan looks at the scenery outside the window, from sunset to sunrise, so cyclic.

Time is not very long, it is only two days, but these two days, but let her feel like years, every minute and every second feel extremely suffering.

Jiang shaoxun didn't come to her. She didn't even know if Jiang shaoxun knew she had lost her.

If she's gone, will it be more noisy to leave her at home?

Chang Huan sighed heavily, put his hands in his throat, and yelled in the morning air: "help! Is there anyone? Help

With the cry of Changhuan, the wind blows from the side, dispersing what she said and disordering her hair.

She reluctantly looked at all this, her mind was full of wishful thinking, because there were so many things in it that she didn't know how to deal with these things.

Chang Huan sighed again. The number of sighs in these two days is more than that in her life.

"Fourth brother, if you don't come to save me, there will be a news that a corpse has been dead for more than two years in a high building."

Chang Huan said to herself, as soon as she thought of the possibility, she would hold herself tightly and eliminate all the negative things from her mind. She couldn't be so pessimistic.

There is a baby in her stomach. For the sake of her baby, she has to find a way to get out of here.

Changhuan went to the kitchen, the kitchen refrigerator still has a lot of ingredients, just two days, even the fresh vegetables, will also lose water.

She stood at the door of the refrigerator for a long time, as if she remembered something. Her eyes lit up and she took out all the vegetables in the refrigerator.

The high-altitude parabolic will be found by the property, as long as the property is found, she can escape from here.

Chang Huan fixed these vegetables with the word SOS, which is light in weight. Even if they hit people, they won't have an accident.

Changhuan looked at the words for help made in her hand. She sighed: "now it's up to you."

She also wanted to throw other things down to attract other people's attention, but it's not good for such a high floor in case of hurting people.

Changhuan thought that what she had left would at least be found, but there were too few residents in this community. After waiting for another day, there was still no movement.

Changhuan washes her hands dully, and the water flows through her palm. It's cold without any temperature. Her vision seems to be blurred gradually. She reaches out her hand to wipe her tears, and then sniffs her nose.