After Exchanging Shadows

Chapter iii

When I woke up, it was still dark in the ward.

The blue curtains block out the daylight and provide a sense of silence.

She sat up slowly from the bed and looked around.

Already used to the stars holding the moon, now the room is cold and clear, the door is closed, as if a coffin abandoned by the world, she is a little stuck.

Is Lu Qingming here?

Even if Lu Qingming has important matters that are inconvenient to handle, so many assistants, he has always taken good care of his business, he doesn't know to send another assistant, he doesn't know to call himself a caregiver?

When can't you afford a caregiver?

Thinking of the ink is a little unhappy, face is always tight, cold and faint without any expression, get out of bed and wear shoes, a little dizzy walking toward the bathroom.

There seems to be something wrong with the body.

Something doesn't make sense, but it's obvious that it seems lighter.

What happened to the fire?

What happened to that thing outside the door?

Who's in the back? Confusion, I can't remember much. And the most intolerable thing is that I met that woman in the bathroom, and I was hit with the most wretched look of my life.

Buzzing in his head, he walked to the sink, squinting his eyes, unscrewing the faucet and washing his face so that he could wake up.

Wow, wow.

The water flows slowly.

Bend your back and close your eyes and cover your hands with a massage on your face. She rubbed her hands gently and suddenly stopped.

She slowly moved her hands down, revealing her eyes and looking in the mirror above the sink.

The long, slightly curly hair in the mirror spreads freely across the shoulder, with a slightly picked soul eye at the corner of one eye, and water beads on the delicate long lashes. Kind of like laughing and not laughing, like ridiculing her.

These eyes looked almost like seeing a ghost eye at the moment. Mo shuddered and quickly turned his back, while putting down his hands still dripping water.

... hallucinations.

Must be hallucinations.

Nguyen Nightshang, this woman is a ghost, can't she spend her life with me on the toilet bar?

His face was bandaged, and his heart was so grumpy.

After a moment of silence, she turned her head and looked at her hands.

Her fingers got slightly shorter, she used to play the piano when she thought her fingers were flexible, the keys were flying, the long fingers could span several degrees, now she looked at these fibrous jade hands that were no different from shaved onions, and felt they could give her a soft, fussy orchid to point out in minutes.

... disgusting.

Mo relieved his emotions and turned around again.

This time she also lost her face and looked directly into the mirror in front of her.

Mo: “...”

A true warrior, daring to face a bleak life, daring to face the bloodshed.

Mo realizes she can't even look at herself right now.

It's not blood, it's dog blood.

The woman in the mirror was too attracted to the beautiful face of the butterfly, too sexy and hot body, and suddenly drove her crazy. She wanted to scream and couldn't scream, she wanted to scream and couldn't scream. Her face was still like an iceberg, but her heart ran straight over 10,000 grass horses.

Mo pushed open the bathroom door and the 100-meter sprint rushed out.

Feng Tangtang pushed in through the door at this time and saw the running ink. First, he stunned and grabbed her quickly. He laughed joyfully: "Nguyen Nguyen, that's great. You're so spiritual, you can still run. ”

Mo: “...”

She had a wooden face and her heart said to let go of me.

Feng Tang Tang won't let go.

Mo: “...”

Feng Tang held her arm and said thoughtfully: “I was worried sick before. I was worried that something was wrong with your body. It's fine, it's fine. If you really want to run, don't stay in the ward, and I'll ask the doctor, and he says you can run, I'll go with you outside. ”

Mo was held by Feng Tang Tang sticky rubber sugar. He stopped and looked at Feng Tang Tang coldly: “..."

Which eye did you see me running?

I do have a problem with my body. How come you can't see my eyes when I'm so confused?

And you dare to hold my arm, who will allow you to hold my arm!

Feng Tangtang was frightened by her silence and stared coldly at you to death. For a moment, she thought of her sister-in-law, who was harder to serve than Queen Mother.

Hallucinations.

Must be hallucinations.

“Nguyen Nguyen, what's wrong with you? Why aren't you talking?” Feng Tangtang threw away the illusion, put on Spring Feng's smile, dragged Mo to the hospital bed, Mo's body was stiff, let her drag him to the hospital bed, then sat down.

Feng Tangtang put those things down and said, “I brought you something to eat and some nutritional soup, your favorite. I've been stewing for a long time, and I've always wanted to get it. It's just that I can't walk away from Xiao's place. But now that I'm well, I finally have some time. Well, it's still hot. ”

She opened the insulated soup cooker with a smile.

Mo stared at her.

So I didn't like being my assistant. When I saw Nguyen Nightingale, I was going to lick her on my knees. Nutritious fired squid?

“Nguyen Nguyen?” Feng Tang Tang turned his head and looked at Mo.

“Hey, it's okay, just a little tired.” Min Mo knew that it was messy enough now, so he couldn't make anyone suspicious. He smiled at the corner of his mouth and learned Nguyen's usual style of speaking.

After her real name, she is now the best female lead candidate in a new film, and the acting is there, imitating Nguyen Nightingale is a small dish.

It's just that the technology is too hard, and the mind is grumpy.

On the ink face, sitting there, looking gently at Feng Tang Tang Tang: “Thank you, sugar. You're Mo's assistant, but you remember to come here and take care of me. ”

Sugar, sugar, sugar.

Nicknames are disgusting and sticky.

Mo really wants to heh Nguyen's face.

Feng Tang Tang was very embarrassed: “We are friends, say thank you. And if I hadn't forgotten to give you something, you wouldn't be in a rush to use it, you wouldn't be in a hotel on your own, you wouldn't be in a fire. ”

Tammy patted Feng Tang Tang on his shoulder and smiled. “I knew you were the best for me. Besides, isn't it okay for me not to die? There must be a blessing. By the way, is there anything inconvenient over there? ”

Feng Tangtang didn't know it was a trick, shook her head and said: “Sister Xiao is fine, Mr. Lu arranged someone, he is also there to take care of himself. It's all good. ”

“She didn't hurt her face, did she?” Momo chuckles: “Isn't she behind the shadows? Wouldn't be nice if you accidentally broke it somewhere. ”

“Sister Xiao's face is fine.” Feng Tangtang said, serving a bowl of nutritional soup: “It's still impeccably beautiful. ”

Mo took the soup bowl and squinted slightly.

You can stop eating nutritious squid for now.

“However, Xiao said she wanted me to see if you had ruined your face and call her.” Feng Tangtang is a good socialist girl who accidentally repeated the truth about Nguyen Nightshang.

Mo: “...”

Her hands trembled and the soup spilled a little out, busy just in time for the soup bowl.

“All right, all right, I'll wipe it.” Feng Tang Tang stopped her: “Nguyen Nguyen, what is wrong with you? Is it uncomfortable? You look a little pale. ”

“Nothing, it's fine.” The inky eyes are faint, but there's a smile on the face that says: “I just woke up feeling that my body is susceptible to wind, this soup bowl can't hold on, is it Parkinson's syndrome? If something is wrong with this hand, I don't know if the doctor wants to amputate it. ”

Feng Tang Tang broke apart again: “..."

Feng Downton took a moment to comfort himself: “Sister Xiao means to see if your face is kowtowing somewhere. She cares about you. It's my fault, Nguyen Nguyen. Don't worry about it. ”

“I don't care.” Mo took a sip of the soup bowl: “What kind of soup is this? Smells a little weird. ”

“Durian stewed chicken.” Feng Tang Tang smiled and said, "Don't you like Durian the most? I put some in the chicken soup, it's perfect. ”

Mo: “...”

The durian soup was stuck in her throat, couldn't get up, couldn't get down.

The fruit she hated most in her life was durian.