[Zhongyingmei] dishonest love

Tony walked out of the study while thinking this way. There was loud thunder outside the house. He looked at his watch. It was almost time for dinner. It was thundering under such heavy rain. Don’t even think about takeaway. He walked to Jenny’s room and prepared to ask her to come out and cook together. meal.

Pushing open the door, the room was pitch black, and Tony called tentatively: "Jenny?" Turning on the light, he saw the quilt on the bed bulging, "It's time to eat, aren't you hungry?"

No one answered, Tony patted her across the quilt and still didn't respond, he pulled the quilt off, saw the face of the person with eyes closed, pale and pained, as if he was in a nightmare: "Wake up!" Tony shook her .

"Ah!" The pale Jane screamed and opened her eyes, "Let me go! Don't kill me..."

"It's me." Tony hugged her into his arms and patted her back to comfort her, "It's just a nightmare, no one here dares to hurt you."

"S, Mr. Stark..." Jenny pressed the back of her head and said in a daze, "Why are you here?"

"You had a nightmare." Tony let go of her, seeing her in a trance, "Do you remember what you dreamed?"

Jane's eyes slid over his hands—a pair of thick and rough male hands that were completely different from the hands pinching her in the dream, and she couldn't help but relax her shoulders: "It's a terrible dream, someone Want to kill me." She struggled and screamed desperately, but those hands just clung to her tightly, she couldn't see the man's face, only saw her slender arms, it felt so real, she seemed to be able to touch Seeing the slender and smooth hands pinching him as cold as ice...

"I knew I shouldn't show you too many horror movies. Come down and get ready for dinner, and I'll make you some hot drinks." Tony patted her on the back, diverting the topic of dreams from further discussion.

Before her, Tony took out his mobile phone to call up the case found yesterday, and clicked on the date of admission into the search engine with his fingertips—it really was a thunderstorm day.

Due to the barrier of the wall, the sound of footsteps coming from behind seemed so weak in the dull sound of thunder. Tony put away his mobile phone and looked back, and saw Jane squatting down slowly while holding on to the handrail. Before he had time to remind her, she was thin The girl who lost her strength had already rolled down the stairs...

……

"Why have you been so preoccupied since you came back from LA?" Peter picked up a piece of chicken, "Come on, Peppa, open your mouth to eat."

Jenny avoids his chopsticks: "Give me a fork, I can eat with my left hand." A few days ago, she fell down the stairs and broke her right arm bone. Now she is wearing a splint, and she has to use her left hand to eat.

Peter continued to put the chicken in front of her, serious: "Kung Pao chicken is a Chinese dish, and it must be eaten with chopsticks to be authentic."

"I believe your nonsense, how can there be such a reason?!" Jenny frowned.

"You can tell, I just want to feed you hahahahaha." Peter laughed happily, "Ah, open your mouth."

"No, no, no." Jenny dodged left and right, "I want a fork to eat by myself."

"No, no, no." Peter refused with the same sentence pattern, "I want to feed, I want to feed, I want to feed."

"Don't force me to use my left hand to use chopsticks, I can."

"Why are you so rude, what are you embarrassed about?"

"Hey, just go, I'm about to sit on my chair!" Jenny turned his face to Aunt Mei's direction, "Why am I embarrassed, please make sure you know better."

Aunt Mei picked up the fried noodle box to cover most of her face: "It's okay, I can't see."

"...just feed me, please." Peter resorted to his unique trick—the puppy staring at people.

Jenny opened her mouth: "Ah."

Aunt Mei gave her thumbs up to praise her nephew's acting like a spoiled child.

After stumbling through the meal, Peter rested his chin to watch his girlfriend fight with the orange with his left hand: "Don't tell me? What happened in LA?"

Jenny tried to peel the orange with one hand and failed repeatedly: "I had some nightmares, and my whole body was not well."

"Recognize the nest, ahem, recognize the bed?" Peter thought it was cute and funny when he saw her struggling to peel the orange.

"Are you addicted to role-playing, aren't you? You're the pig." She aimed an orange at his face and threw it, but missed—her aim was not good, but he was good at catching oranges, Jenny said angrily , "I want to eat oranges!" I want to feed him when I don't want him to feed, and I want him to help him as if I can't see it!

"Hmm." Peter, whose shoulders were shaking while peeling the oranges, approached her and hugged her with his head, "Well, I'm a pig, hehe, I hug you."

"It hurts, it hurts, ouch." Jenny backed away, wailing again and again, "There are so many bruises on my side..."

"I was wrong, I was wrong, eat oranges." Peter flattered and fed her the oranges.

Returning to the topic after playing around, Peter became worried when he saw her frown in the empty state: "You can tell me anything that bothers you."

"..." Jane heard him say this, looked at him, the boy's serious eyes imprinted in her heart, and she opened her defenses after a while, "The dream that scared me, I have been having similar dreams every day since I came back from LA. dream." She suspected that she had either a brain problem or a psychological problem.

Every day in the dream, the woman who can't see the face will appear, sometimes pinching her, sometimes doing other things, or talking, but Jane can't hear her at all, and the fragmentary words that can be heard occasionally are never pieced together I can’t get the full meaning, like—don’t wake up, give it back to me, you all go to die, be buried with you, leave if you can’t protect…

Who doesn't want to wake up?her?

Give her what?

By "you" I mean...

protect who?Who to leave?

Every day she remembered more details, but not enough.The deepest memory of waking up from the startling dream is the kind of fear...and anger that go deep into the bone marrow.

Jane can understand the fear, but she doesn't know where the anger comes from. That strange feeling doesn't seem to belong to her, but it's very real, hysterical, heartbreaking, and the simplest way to describe it is—destruction , full of satisfaction and being occupied by this word, it is like destroying the world and destroying everything can hardly fill the unexplained anger. She has never been in such an extreme mood, but she can't even find the reason. She only knows that every time she wakes up—— She was in tears.

"I have woken up in the middle of the night for three consecutive days, and then I couldn't fall asleep." Jane pressed her temples. "Sometimes I have auditory hallucinations... If this symptom persists, I will go to the doctor."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Peter regretted that he had been joking and fighting with her all the time. He thought her arm was too sore and wanted to distract her a little by fighting. "You should have talked to her earlier. I said……"

"I don't want you to think that there is something wrong with me..." Jenny bit her finger, "I hope a good rest will solve it." She was running away from something, but what was it?She didn't even want to think about it.

"How could I think that way!" Peter pressed her shoulders and forced her to look directly into her eyes. "I just hope you are well, and I would do anything for it."

"Anything?" Jenny's heart skipped a beat.

"Anything." He nodded, and suddenly added, "It's not good to hurt the world."

Jenny thought of the box Mr. Stark had mysteriously hidden away, which he had brought with him on the plane.

Janie remembers asking what was in the box, and Tony telling her, in a very awkward way, that they were just outdated documents.

lie! 100% lie!

Probably because he also noticed how incomprehensible this lie was, so he changed his words as if there was no silver 300 here: "Evidence of tax evasion..."

Jane gave him zero marks for this excuse with her eyes, and at that moment she strengthened her determination to know, so she stretched out her hand: "Can I see?"

If the atmosphere was tangible, the air should have frozen at that moment. Tony looked at the box to look at her, and finally handed it over slowly: "It's really something insignificant..."

As if playing a game, Jane slowly raised her hand while looking into Tony's eyes. Playing chess doesn't require such a battle of wits and courage. Just as she put her hand on the bottom of the box, she felt the box tremble in their hands. In a blink of an eye, Jane withdrew her hand: "Forget it, I'm not interested in expired documents." It's not that she doesn't want to read it, but her instinct tells her that once she makes the move to open that box, no matter how bizarre the reason is, the The box and the contents inside will disappear in front of her without a trace—you can tell from Tony’s little movements, he doesn’t want her to see the contents inside, this is the most certain thing so far, so she hides her curiosity for now Heart, bide your time.

After that, the box was locked in the safe in front of her, and the safe was taken off the plane. After sending her home, she was taken back to his office with Tony——Jenny touched the back of the phone case and laughed, if Stark The husband knows that the mobile phone anti-lost sticker he made for her is used as a tracker to spy on secrets, so he will probably regret giving her this.

In short, when the thoughts returned to the present moment, Jane looked at her boyfriend (PS. Spider-Man, who was flying over the roof and walking on the wall), and slowly raised the corners of her mouth: "There is one thing, which is not hurtful, but it may be unreasonable, is it okay?"

"Bad...you mean breaking the law?" Peter bit his finger, "tell me what's going on." He felt weird when he heard it.

"There's a safe in Mr. Stark's office..."

"I don't do it, I don't do it!" Before she finished speaking, Peter strongly refused, telling him to fight against Mr. Stark. Isn't this going to be blasted into scum.

"Listen, Mr. Stark confiscated some of my things, but I have to get them back." Jane thought there was nothing wrong with that thing being called hers.

"That's stealing too... Sorry, this really doesn't work." This violated Peter's principles.

"I've been wondering if I could get that box back if it would stop my nightmares, my hallucinations are all about that, and I really... need it."

"Maybe if you go and act like a baby with Mr. Stark, he will give it back to you."

It's useless to pretend to be pitiful, but Jenny didn't lie to him. The occasional auditory hallucinations these days are urging her to get the box, and she is almost helpless: "Peter, remember my third request?"

Peter recalled the conditions he had agreed to her, and he frowned: "You are making it difficult for me..."

"An agreement is an agreement, it is sacred and inviolable, you have to respect it, otherwise you will have no credibility in my heart." Jane added, "Similarly, I will keep the agreement, even if you ask me to go naked in Times Square/ I will go too."

"Really?" Peter has never taken that agreement so seriously. He thought it was a matter of sauce and stuffing at best. Who knows—does this mean that after this matter is done, he also has something in his hand? An ace?

Jenny glared at him: "Would you ask for that?!"

"will not!"

"Are you going to do it or not?"

"Well..." His tone was still hesitant, seeing Janey's dissatisfied expression, "Do it! A promise is a promise!" He replied to her in the original words.