Baby you've been counted

I don't know how long I slept, Han Bei'er woke up with a splitting headache and severe stomach cramps

"Here!" A bowl of sticky golden steaming millet porridge was delivered to her in time

Han Bei'er had already forgotten how to say "thank you", she took the bowl unceremoniously, drank it in a few sips, handed the empty bowl to Bingmo, her eyes were empty, "I want to drink!"

Bingmo smiles bitterly

Again

Two bottles of red wine, straight down

Han Beier fell asleep again...

Han Bei'er lives this kind of life repeatedly every day, drinking, falling asleep drunk, waking up and drinking millet porridge, drinking millet porridge after drinking...

Until one day, when she opened her eyes again, the first thing that appeared in front of her eyes was not the golden millet porridge at just the right temperature, but the haggard parents who cared about her...

Looking at the obviously aged and haggard parents who suddenly appeared in front of her, she sat up all of a sudden, threw herself into their arms, and cried loudly. All the sadness, all the grievances, all the pain were like a flood that had been released from the gate. , pouring out along the surging tears...

"I'm sorry! Belle! Dad didn't expect this to happen. Originally, Dad wanted to use the power of the Dongfang Group to protect you..." Han Zheng looked at his daughter with guilt and distress

"No...it's not..." Han Bei'er choked up and shook her head, "It's my own fault, it's my own uselessness..."

Han Beier went home with her parents, nestled in their tender arms, those painful injuries seemed to gradually become distant

Bingmo often goes to accompany her, he is like the bowl of golden steaming millet porridge when she is drunk, nourishing her life, allowing her to recover bit by bit in the freezing cold...

Yu Xiaoyi also often comes here, but every time he comes, it will be in the starry night, because Han Zhengzhi has never liked him, what Han Zhengzhi likes is like Dongfang Ao, who can stand under the sun, A man who radiates his brilliance wantonly

And Yu Xiaoyi, too beautiful, too evil, too cold

Han Zhengzhi has always felt that a young man who is as beautiful as Yu Xiaoyi and looks like an evildoer must not be able to give his daughter happiness.

Therefore, every time Yu Xiaoyi came in late at night, she would sit side by side with Han Beier on the top of a tall building and watch the stars.

He will wrap his thin coat around her

On the pure white coat, there is the same faint breath of ice and snow as his body

Han Bei'er would lower her head and sniff, and after sniffing, she would fall asleep unknowingly.

He hugged her tightly into his arms, using his body to shield her from the cool breeze of the early summer night

Only at this time, Han Beier will not have nightmares

In Yu Xiaoyi's arms, the man named Dongfangao seemed to be shielded by Yu Xiaoyi's gentle embrace, and would never appear in her dreams again.

Han Zhengzhi knew that Yu Xiaoyi came here often, but seeing Han Beier's complexion getting ruddy every day with Yu Xiaoyi's company, he turned a blind eye

However, he did not fully approve of Yu Xiaoyi's

Every time, he would warmly receive Bing Mo who came to accompany Han Beier during the day, hoping that he could gradually replace Dongfang Ao and Yu Xiaoyi in Han Beier's heart

He has already investigated, Bingmo's parents died since he was a child, and he was adopted by a respected professor.

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Thank you for liking Xiaoxi, supporting Xiaoxi, and hugging...

But can someone answer brook?Why do you like to send Xiaoxi flowers?

I don't like flowers, I like red envelopes, every time I receive flowers, I feel very hurt...

Dear friends, don't send flowers, okay, but give red envelopes, ah, right finger...