to dig boyfriend's grave

Lin Jia waited for the dizziness in his head to pass, and slowly hunched his back and tried to get up, but his head was swollen, as if something had been forcefully pushed in.

He frowned tightly and knelt on the ground, holding his head that was about to explode with both hands, panting uncontrollably.

Some things that did not belong to him suddenly flooded into his head. He also had some scattered memories before, but at that time he was more like a bystander, but now he is more like experiencing those things that he has forgotten. Memories in the cracks of time.

He heard what the man said, saw the man.

He heard himself and saw himself.

My mind is getting more and more painful, and my memory is intermittent like a movie stuck with white snowflakes.

The veins in Lin Jia's painful hands burst out one by one, and his whole body curled up in pain and was trapped on the ground.

Finally, before he felt that he was going to faint, the whole memory was fully and clearly displayed in his mind like a picture scroll.

After Shen Jiming finished dealing with Xu Changping's affairs, he rushed back immediately. He smelled the smell of blood as soon as he entered the door, and his heart subconsciously beat violently under the flesh.

It was Lin Jia who was lying on the ground with his head stained with blood. This realization made his eyes turn red for a moment, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Lin Jia!" Shen Jiming rushed over and put his hand on his forehead.

But Lin Jia, who should be in a coma on the ground, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Shen Jiming who was kneeling in front of him, and suddenly laughed, "Shen Jiming, are you sick?"

"Ah?" Shen Jiming looked at the blood on the ground, was startled by his sudden sound, touched his forehead lightly, and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Lin Jia was still happy, lying on the ground looking at him, and even laughed out loud, "Do you think you are sick?"

"What's wrong." Shen Jiming didn't know where he was singing, so he could only carefully lift him up from the ground, "Where is the injury on the head?"

Lin Jia pointed to the back of her head, "It was smashed by my mother."

Hearing this, Shen Jiming's face dropped two more shades, and with a black face, he walked around behind him, lightly flicked his hair to check the wound, and the black mist from his fingertips slowly penetrated into the back of his head, Repairing the wound.

"It's nothing serious, the main thing is that memory knocked me out." Lin Jia missed his hand with a backhand, and turned around to face him. "You haven't answered me yet, are you sick?"

Shen Jiming froze when he heard the first sentence, he lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Look at me." Lin Jia held his face with his hands, and forced his face up, so that the two people's eyes met, "Why don't you let me know?"

Shen Jiming was silent and did not speak, his eyes were blood red.

"What are you doing!" Lin Jia was taken aback by him, and hurriedly looked closer, "Why are your eyes red again?"

"...I'm sorry." Shen Jiming suddenly raised his arms and hugged him tightly, buried his head in his shoulder, and kept saying, "I'm sorry."

Now Lin Jia was really scared, and quickly stroked Shun Mao on his back, "It's none of your business, it's none of your business, and it's not that you want to kill me."

After all the memories came back, he knew that Shen Jiming must have sealed his memories, or else his memories would recover on the day Shen Jiming woke up.

He was poisoned to death in his previous life, and the person who poisoned him was Shen Jiming's mother.

Gee tut.

He doubted whether Shen Jiming's mother had been reincarnated as his mother in this life.

He cheated him for two lifetimes.

"Get up." Lin Jia pushed the person on him, but there was no movement, "I don't blame you, I just wanted to scare you."

Shen Jiming still hugged him without moving, but his head was slightly tilted, and his lips were pressed against his ear, "Lin Jia."

"Why?" Lin Jia reached out and patted him on the back. "Get up."

"I love you." Shen Jiming kissed the tip of his ear lightly.

The light words made Lin Jia's head shake and began to feel dizzy again.

"...What did you say?" Lin Jia's voice trembled.

Shen Jiming let go of him, held his face in both hands, and pressed his forehead against it, so that they could only see each other, watching him earnestly sweating a little on the tip of his nose, "I say I love you. "

Now Lin Jia heard it clearly, blinked unnaturally, and his face was stained crimson by the words, hesitated for a while, moved his face closer, and kissed him lightly He took a sip, "I love... um, too."

Before Lin Jia finished speaking, Shen Jiming gagged her mouth forcefully.

"Blood on one hand, go wash it." Lin Jia leaned on the sofa and pushed Shen Jiming.

Just now Shen Jiming put his hand on the back of his head, stained with blood.With the sofa and the blood on the ground, Shen Jiming's face looks like a murderer.

"Does your head hurt?" Shen Jiming got up and picked up the ashtray on the ground, his eyes darkened when he looked at the pool of blood on the ground.

This woman is really desperate.

"It's okay, it's just that the lost blood can't be replenished." Lin Jia sighed, looked down at the blood on the neckline of his clothes, wiped it with his fingers, but instead of wiping it off, it was smudged.

"You go take a shower first." Shen Jiming patted his head, "I'll replenish your blood later."

"Blood replenishment?" Lin Jia pulled his pants and stood up, "How to replenish blood?"

"I'll kill a pig and eat it all for you." Shen Jiming smiled.

"Crazy." Lin Jia gave him a blank look, then turned and went into the bathroom.

After taking off her clothes, Lin Jia felt a little dizzy just after taking two steps forward, and quickly supported the wall with her hands to slow down for a while, probably the aftereffect of being smashed.

While standing under the nozzle, he saw a stream of blood-red water meandering under his feet, and his heart suddenly felt a little cold.

When his mother smashed that ashtray on his head for that man, she didn't know if she wanted to smash him to death directly.

The wound on his head suddenly hurt a little, he closed his eyes, and pressed his forehead against the wall.

Wondering if his mother wanted to smash him to death.

If he hadn't been hiding for a while, he might have been killed.

"Lin Jia?" Shen Jiming knocked on the door. Lin Jia went in and didn't come out for a long time, so he was a little worried.

"Ah?" Lin Jia opened her eyes and responded, wiping the water off her face. "What's wrong?"

"Have you finished washing?" Shen Jiming asked.

"Oh, I'm done washing." Lin Jia hurriedly turned off the water, put on her clothes and opened the door, "Are you in a hurry to wash? Then go and wash."

"Why are you crying?" Shen Jiming looked at his red eye sockets, and touched his eyelashes lightly with his hands, "Is it because of that woman?"

"Crying for your uncle." Lin Jia pushed him away and rubbed his face with his hands, "The bath water got into my eyes."

"I want to kill her." Shen Jiming's red pupils showed killing intent.

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good night ah.