The president called me my wife after losing his memory

on the plane.

A copy of Nietzsche's "Thus Spoke Zarathustra" was placed on Ji Li's lap.

After turning two pages, he fell into a deep sleep.

No way, I was really tired last night.

The weight on the shoulders suddenly increased, Zhao Ying looked to the side, hooked the corner of his mouth, carefully put the book on his lap aside in slow motion, and then gently covered him with a blanket.

The movement beside him made Ji Li frowned, and Zhao Ying was immediately fixed there as if acupoints had been pressed on him.

Fortunately, Ji Li didn't wake up, so Zhao Ying heaved a sigh of relief, leaned on the back of the chair, and fell asleep after a while.

What I want to tell next is the story in Ji Li's dream.

Ji Li opened his eyes, and there was darkness around him.

When he moved his body slightly, the pain spread.

He was a little more sober, and he couldn't remember how long he had been locked up in this place.

The door of the room was locked, and the windows were firmly sealed, with thick floor-to-ceiling curtains to prevent a ray of sunlight from entering.

In the endless darkness, he couldn't feel the flow of time, let alone any concept of time. The only thing that could prove that the days were moving forward was that Zhao Ying opened the door to enter the house, and then opened the door to go out.

Every time Zhao Ying came back, he would count one by one, and he had already counted to 42, so the days he stayed here must have exceeded 42 days, because on weekends, Zhao Ying would let him walk around the house, and he would not sleep for two days. Be with him all the time.

Ji Li has nothing left.

After he rejected Zhao Ying's request to get back together again, Zhao Ying turned black.

In other words, he was originally black, and everything before was just his disguise.

He cut off the copyright contract that Ji Li had negotiated with the author first, and threatened Ji Li with that contract, but when Ji Li refused, he withdrew the capital directly, and cut off all Ji Li's escape routes.

When Ji Li had nowhere to go, he started thinking about Ji Li's mother and younger brother, and in the end, he simply tied them up at home and locked them up.

"You are breaking the law." Ji Li tried to persuade him at first, trying to arouse his remaining conscience, but the other party seemed to have lost that kind of thing long ago, and turned into a beast dominated by desire, who only wanted to make himself Press down.

Ji Li had no choice but to resist, but resistance was useless, it just made the conflict between them more acute.

They get weird, insulting each other, fighting, scarring each other's bodies with all their might, then cuddling and exhausting themselves.

No one can say for sure what their relationship is.

If it is said that they have a blood feud, but they are skin to skin; if it is said that they cherish each other, but they wish to kill each other.

They used to be in love, but now they have become like this.

Zhao Ying kissed him tremblingly while weeping, and asked him what he should do so that they could go back to the past.

return to the past.

Ji Li sneered, that was impossible, once some things happened, there was no way to make up for them, until he died, he would never give in to the man in front of him, let alone forgive him.

Isn't it tolerance?

From childhood to adulthood, he is the most tolerant and the most tolerant.He didn't say a word when he was beaten by several people back then, and he will definitely be able to do it this time.

That was Zhao Ying's happiest moment, and it made him feel that Ji Li could at least have a reaction to him other than hatred.

So do it more often.

It seems that the two people have no intersection other than making love and killing each other.

This continued for more than 40 days, and Zhao Ying watched helplessly as the hatred in Ji Li's eyes gradually disappeared, not letting go, let alone accepting, but obliterating his own spirit bit by bit.

Those eyes that were as deep as the sea gradually lost their brilliance.

Zhao Ying regretted it.

When Ji Li gradually stopped resisting, he let him manipulate like a puppet, even if he did some shameful and strange things to him, he stopped saying no.

Ji Li's eyes were empty, always staring blankly at the same place, not speaking, and the occasional groaning was only out of instinct.

Zhao Ying originally thought that as long as this man stayed by his side, he didn't care whether he was happy or not, whether he loved each other or not, all he wanted was to conquer.

But now, Ji Li was ruined by him, he didn't feel the thrill of victory, but full of heartache.What he wants is a Ji Li who can laugh and make trouble, but what he wants is to laugh and make trouble with him.

He didn't know what to do for a moment, he just thought he deserved to die.

But he can't die, if he dies, no one will take care of Ji Li.

Ji Li didn't eat much, and his body became thinner day by day, as if he was a skeleton covered with a layer of skin.Because he couldn't see the sun all day long, his skin was sickly pale, and the blood vessels on his arms could be clearly seen.

He gave up thinking, and stared blankly at the window all day long. At first, he wanted to see the outside world, but now, he didn't even have the slightest desire.

He only longs for death to bring him relief.

In the evening, Zhao Ying opened the door again.

43...

Ji Li counted silently in her heart, still not looking at him, but listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the window.

"Eat something." Zhao Ying said to himself, and put the food on the table, "Today I made your favorite preserved egg porridge."

After finishing speaking, he took the bowl and moved it in front of Ji Li.

Naturally, Ji Li doesn't know how to eat, and this is part of his protest. Of course, Zhao Ying has long been accustomed to this. Ever since the two of them quarreled several times over eating and broke all the plates and bowls in the house, Zhao Ying Ying had long given up hope that he would take the initiative to eat.

Therefore, he would make some liquid food every day to feed him conveniently, and all the kitchen utensils at home were replaced with stainless steel ones, so as not to let him smash them randomly and hurt himself with broken porcelain pieces.

He sat beside Ji Li, scooped up half a spoon with a spoon, put it near his mouth and blew it, and handed it to Ji Li's mouth, Ji Li ate it obediently, then spat it out again in the next second, spraying Zhao Ying. face.

Knowing that he would be like this, Zhao Ying didn't hide, and took the warm and sticky porridge with a masochistic smile. It seemed that only with such resistance could he feel Ji Li's rare vitality.

"I know, you just want me to feed you." Zhao Ying simply wiped his face with a tissue, then picked up the bowl, took a mouthful of himself, and tightly pinched Ji Li's chin with his hands, his warm lips were brutal She covered it up, and passed the porridge in her mouth to him little by little.

Wanting to dodge, but his strength was no match for Zhao Ying, Ji Li was forced to drink the porridge and coughed uncomfortably.

Zhao Ying is really strange. He obviously wanted to strangle him to death before, but he cooks for him every day and sleeps with his arms around him at night. A bite mark, Zhao Ying still frowned and hugged him stubbornly.

How affectionate and how much he loves himself.

But obviously, the pain he is suffering now is all caused by him.

He also hugged himself, crying that there was nothing he could do. The tears hit his body, but they were warm. Ji Li thought that for a heartless person like Zhao Ying, the tears should be cold.

"Zhao Ying, let me go." He said this to Zhao Ying more than once, but every time, the other party was furious. Later, he no longer expressed any hope, "You let me go" This kind of words gradually turned into "I will kill you sooner or later."

Whenever at this time, Zhao Ying would touch his face with a smile. That smile seemed contemptuous and disdainful to Ji Li. What he said was:

"I am waiting."

Really told him to wait, Ji Li hugged Zhao Ying in his arms, bleeding all over the floor, Zhao Ying raised his hand with difficulty, trying to touch his cheek, but halfway up the hand fell down.

Zhao Ying became like this, but it was not caused by him. However, it had something to do with him. Zhao Ying saved him. He didn't understand what kind of mood Zhao Ying had when he ran out of the road and hit a car. Pushing away, like instinct, Zhao Ying saved him, and then left a word.

"Sorry, you're free," he said.

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