[Wolfman Killing] Don't open your eyes at midnight

My wife has an affair with Park Youmin... To be honest, I really didn't expect it to be because of this.

When chatting privately with his wife, she revealed that her "true love" was not her husband who loved her deeply, but her first love that made her happy and painful.But this "first love" presumably happened before the wife got married.Based on the age of her eldest daughter, the wife has been married for at least sixteen or seventeen years.Sixteen or seventeen years ago, Park Youmin probably wasn't even five years old, so how could he be Madam's old friend?

Wronged, how can a person like Madam, who has a true love before and a husband later, easily have any trouble with others?

Hearing my doubts, Ding Kun shook his head lightly, then handed me a palm-sized piece of paper.

It was a rough portrait, and it was barely recognizable that the painting was a man and a woman with a diamond-shaped face, holding a baby with indistinguishable facial features in their arms. the center of the paper.I was just about to ask Ding Kun what the painting meant, when my eyes suddenly went into a trance——

The original curved and crude lines suddenly became vivid, and every depression and bulge properly matched my memory, outlining the most vivid form of the model:

That woman is clearly my wife when I was young!

But that man is not like Mr. Khan, but he looks like Mrs. Khan poured out of the same mold.who is he?Is it Police Officer Park or "First Love"?Who is that little child held in the arms of his wife?Is it the child of the two in the painting?

"I found it in Miss Khan's book." Ding Kun's tone was light, his chin rested lightly on the back of his hand, and he squinted his eyes and looked up at me, as if teasing me, who was blind to clues, "open eyes blind".

"This is Miss Khan's painting of Mrs. and...who?"

Ding Kun raised his hand slowly, and tapped the back of the picture with his finger.

I hurriedly turned it over, and saw that on the back corresponding to the three faces, there was a "" written with a very light pen.

"That means..."

"Pu. The surnames of the three of them."

I stared blankly at the picture in my hand.There is still no resting thunder outside the window.The brain is spinning rapidly, and it seems that the humming noise can be heard in the ears.The innate storytelling ability of liberal arts students was brought to the extreme in just a few seconds, and my wife's gorgeous, crazy, taboo and tragic life quickly took shape in my mind——

A pure and beautiful idyllic girl meets a lost young man who has just arrived at the entrance of a wet alley after the rain.Kindly guiding, curiously probing, inexplicably familiar.After going back and forth, they easily fell into a romantic and sweet love.It wasn't until they found out that the girl was pregnant that they found out from their close relatives that the two were half-brothers and sisters who had been separated for many years!

The two children were eventually born.But shortly after giving birth, the poor sister was dragged away by her family and forced to leave her hometown, and since then she has lost all communication with her brother, lover, and beloved.

A few years later, a middle-aged wealthy businessman married his still beautiful younger sister.At this time, the younger sister, who had been baptized for a long time, finally compromised with her fate, buried that deep love deeply in her heart, and started a new life.Washing hands for soup, living in seclusion, raising a smart and well-behaved daughter for her husband...

Until one day, her brother came unexpectedly.

She was both surprised and delighted.She didn't know how difficult it was for her lover to find her, and she didn't even have time to talk about the past under the watchful eyes of everyone.The time they spent together was too precious, and the little visiting time that was shortened to avoid attracting attention was not enough for them to look at each other, hug each other, kiss, and caress each other.Not enough, not enough, not enough!There is so little time.The elder brother didn't tell his younger sister the cruel fact that his time was numbered, and every reunion was at the price of burning his life.When his sister gave birth to little Philip for him, he finally got overjoyed for a moment and blurted out the words "Hey, wipe the waves".

The ignorant little maid couldn't understand, but the caring owner figured everything out.The wealthy businessman finally knew the ulterior secret of the "deeply affectionate" brother and sister, and was so angry that he almost threw his newborn child to death on the steps.But he loves his wife so deeply that he is even reluctant to pierce the fragile window paper between the three of them.He drove away his rival in love, but chose to remain silent and forgive his wife.

The death of the lover made the wife haggard day by day, and the disease has been tormenting this hateful and poor woman repeatedly since then.She asked her husband to transport her body back to her hometown after her death and bury her in that place full of happy memories.The wealthy businessman finally couldn't bear it, and specially selected a young man from her hometown to take care of her daily life and relieve her homesickness.But who knows, his actions undoubtedly planted the root of disaster.

The young man is very smart and stable in his work. Under his service, the madam's condition has gradually been brought under control, and her temperament is no longer capricious.Taking comfort in a secret sense of déjà vu, Madame reopened her heart.

In this day-to-day getting along, I don't know who was moved first.They have always been polite and courteous, he is too much younger than her, and she is too dear to him, neither of them expected to go one step further, the next step.But the inadvertent eyes of the two met were full of too much lingering, too much stalemate.They were both pained and happy by the scorching spark, but they both chose to remain silent.They are suppressing, suppressing, and carefully avoiding the "hidden incident" that may happen when they don't know.

However, they didn't wait until the day when the incident happened, and things exploded ahead of time.

Park Youmin suddenly knew that this beautiful lady whom he had served for several years and who fascinated him was the woman who cruelly abandoned her as a baby 16 years ago!The woman he hated all his life!

He thought about escaping, but after finally mustering up the courage, he was stopped by the unknown male master.Crazy love and hate took root in his heart at the same time, so that he could no longer whitewash the peace in front of her.Until he was found out deliberately showing his feet, the host took the initiative to expel him.He finally got his wish and left the small town where he had lived for many years.

However, you can never figure out how paradoxical a person's feelings can be.The monstrous hatred made him leave, but the love that crossed the sea made him come back here again.Even watching her from a distance, seeing her peaceful and happy, is enough... It's right to be "filial piety"...

……

I possessed a strong sense of drama, dancing, writing, directing, and acting a one-man show with split personality in front of the bed.However, until the curtain call, I did not hear the reaction of the "audience in the audience".I looked down and saw that the audience, whom I had high hopes for, fell asleep with his arms on his head!The air I had just concocted dissipated with a "poof".I stared at Ding Kun's peaceful and beautiful sleeping face "seriously", and complained in a low voice: "It's in vain that I made up the story so emotionally, you just treat my hard work like this..."

Unexpectedly, Ding Kun, who was "asleep", twitched the corner of his mouth slightly at this time: "So it's your big hand... No wonder this script is more daring than Mr. Cao Yu's "Thunderstorm"...cough..."

At this moment, if I can no longer hear the weakness in Ding Kun's voice, then I must be his "fake fan"!

I stretched out my hand and gently approached his breath.A burst of breath came straight to the back of my sensitive hand, and I quickly withdrew my hand, not having time to taste the tingling numbness left on my hand, I was only shocked by the scorching heat.

I couldn't care less about being "reserved" anymore, and reached out to try his forehead.I ran my fingers casually through his curly chestnut hair, feeling the gentle vibration of his stove-like head under my palm.

"You have a fever." I withdrew my trembling hands, and my face seemed to burn with him.

He nodded his head almost invisibly: "The wound is inflamed."

Seeing him sick and uncomfortable, my chest felt a little stuffy.Turning around, lightly unfolded the quilt at the head of the bed, and carefully covered him.Ding Kun was still lying there obediently, with his eyes closed and his brows slightly frowned.His lips were a little pale, but his face was unusually flushed, with a kind of decadent and morbid beauty—well, a beauty is beautiful no matter what the situation is.Xizi held his heart, Ding Kun was feverish...

Suddenly, he opened his mouth slightly, and stretched out the bright red tip of his tongue to lick his dry lips.I stared at the small red tongue, my eyes were straight.

"Gudu..." The sound of swallowing saliva startled me...why did I get embarrassed again...

"Cough...you're not doing well."

Ding Kun chuckled and managed to open his eyes to look at me.

Wow, that look just scared me out of my wits!I just stared at you one more time, and then "lightly" swallowed my saliva!Don't blame me for being an idiot, you were the one who seduced me first!

"Why are you nervous?" Wow, why can't he stop laughing again?

"I, I, I, I'm not nervous!" I replied confidently...

"Heh... I just want to say, isn't it appropriate to cover me with your quilt? I occupy your bed. When it's night, where do you sleep? "

...Hey, that's it.I thought you were going to make fun of me as a "pervert"... No, you can tell from his eyes that he is watching a show, he is indeed making fun of me, but it is not a "pervert", but a "senseless".So I thought about it, and replied deliberately: "It's okay, as long as you can get well soon, I can sleep on the floor."

Ding Kun obviously didn't expect me to win another round, and his smile became a little more sincere: "Is that so...then you are really a kind and generous person."

Isn't this just a good guy card... I helplessly apologized, but I kept thinking about his weak and sick appearance in my heart.

Unexpectedly, in this game, I got into a fight with "sickness".Just after overcoming the post-emesis of the previous game, he took care of his wife and Ding Kun, two serious patients.

I asked softly while pouring water: "Are you thirsty? Do you want some water? When I used to catch a cold and have a fever at school, I used to put water directly on the fire."

"No, I don't want to drink water. The water is not good to drink." Ding Kun hugged my pillow tightly, buried his face in it, and muttered.

My hand holding the cup froze in place: "The water is not good, so is the medicine good? How about I call Dr. Nancy to feed you the medicine?"

"...Then trouble you to run."

... Well, the extensive and profound TCM theories still lack a bit of dissemination.Ren Ren sighed: "Okay, I will go to the doctor now. It's okay for you to wait here alone for a while? Will you faint from fever?"

"Thanks to you, I'll be fine for the time being. But if you hang around here any longer, or get lost on the way, it's hard to guarantee."

"Wow, lost?" I was almost laughed at by him, "It's such a big house, don't you really think I'm a fool?"

I was so angry with him, I put down the water glass, slammed the door and left.

...In the end, I forgot to ask, where does Dr. Nancy live?

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