Uncle, you are not good

Cold, different from the previous affectionate and gentle, desolate and alienated, Helian Mingjing was speechless for a long time with a faint sentence.

Lin Rui took out his mobile phone and called the police to wait for the ambulance. He tried to put Lin Ruiyin in a comfortable position. He hurt his arm, and his skin was harmless. Yin he...

Panting low, gasping for cold air, his indifferent and cold face was distorted out of shape, blood was flowing from behind him, he gritted his teeth in a daze, and didn't make a sound of pain.

Lin Rui pursed his lips, and his face was a little pale. The last time he had hemorrhage, his body functions had not been adjusted well, and a negative situation appeared.Holding Yin's cold hand, seeing the mirror a few meters away, her thin lips squirmed, as if she wanted to say something, Lin Rui frowned subconsciously, those words just now and the behavior of the mirror, Lin Rui's heart cooled down .

"........."

"........."

There is a short distance, the four eyes are facing each other, and there are thousands of sentences in the middle.

After Jing walked a few steps closer, Lin Rui frowned a little, showing a faint resistance and indifference, and Jing stayed where he was.

"... Rui..." Jing was a little anxious.

Lin Rui interrupted him, turned his face away, and waited for the ambulance. "I don't want to discuss about you and me now, Jing, I just ask you, why is it you who killed Yin?"

The heavy and desolate anguish pressed on his chest, and he suffered from suffocation and lack of oxygen. Lin Rui looked into his eyes, trying to find out what was going on in Jing's heart, whether it was really what Yin asked. ugly.

Yin is his son, but he is closer than his own son even though he is not related by blood. Lin Rui raised him from a small baby to a handsome man.

The son is Lin Rui's heart and soul, and he would feel guilty if he made a slight mistake, and he would not be willing to get hurt.But Jing wanted to kill Yin. Seeing Yin lying in a pool of blood, he was so distressed that he went crazy. This injury was far more painful than the knife that hurt him. If possible, he would rather he could replace it with this knife. .For Yin's persecution, Lin Rui should take revenge and kill the person who wanted to kill Yin. He should insist on seeking justice for his son and not let his son suffer the harm of others in vain!

He deserves to be a father!

Lin Rui didn't do anything, he didn't dare.He humbly suppressed these grievances, anger, anger, and resentment in his chest, and tasted the broken forbearance alone. The feelings given to him by the mirror were too beautiful, ethereal and illusory, intoxicating. It came too fast and too fiercely hot. It was too late to digest the strong feelings that burned his soul.He should have punished Jing, argued, and quarreled, but he didn't even ask questions at the very least. He was afraid that those humble and mysterious hard-won feelings would open his mouth, and even the slightest indulgence in fantasy seemed to be fragile and fragile. The shattered glass shatters at the slightest touch.

He was afraid of the opening of the mirror, and some cruel and indifferent words popped out of his mouth. The facts deviated from his expectations, and he tried his best to hold onto something to protect the only thin and thin remnant... Obviously he wanted to blame or resent, But in my heart, I was tossing and turning, my thoughts were turning and worrying a thousand times, and some of them were actually obsessed with the mirror, unwilling to struggle and distressed...

What Yin said, he was very afraid, those realities were crueler than these, and he was even more unacceptable; The son's guilt, the person he likes, why did he kill the person he cared about...

"...There are many killers, why, but this one is you?"

Unbelievable, unbelievably distressed, Lin Rui bit his white lips, the gums and lips and teeth would be filled with the sweet smell of rust, and the secreted blood cut through the flesh and blood.

"Yin is very important to me, no matter what purpose you have, even if you come to me, you can't hurt Yin! Jing, is Yin my son, how important is he to me?!"

Looking at the mirror, standing coldly without moving, close at hand, the remaining warmth in the cold and sharp pupils gradually disappeared, his expression was indifferent and cold, as if he was looking at a stranger, condescending and indifferent.

Lin Rui was shocked, and held Yin tightly in his arms in fear, like a wild beast protecting a cub, staring at the foreign invaders vigilantly.

In the dark night, the howling cold wind hits.

Blowing away the cold and sharp mask, a smear of pain split open on Jing's face, and quickly disappeared.

"... If, I say... I didn't, would you believe it?"

The voice fell, and deafening police cars and ambulances roared over.

There was a hint of viciousness at the corner of Jing's mouth, looking at Lin Rui's still vigilant and worried appearance, feeling sad for a moment, almost unable to stand still, in a trance, he was chopped down from head to toe by Lin Rui's sharp knife.

"...you actually hate me to the point of calling the police?"