Bai Yueguang Breaks Up Everyday

So weak answered a call and went straight to the general ward of the city hospital.

Ni Jiaming is infusion.

"Why are you here?"

He subconsciously got up to greet her. When the back of his hand hurts and the needle is pulling, he sits back to his original position and beckons her gently.

"Good point, how did a car accident happen?"

So weak and cautiously holding his face, the blood stains were cleaned up, there was only a slight redness and swelling of the flesh, no clues, but the snow-white gauze on his head was wrapped in layers and his lips were lost. The blood color of the past is like a pale enamel, exquisite and unpopular.

"Broken head?"

He hummed.

Ni Jiaming also knew that it was too fake to say that it was not painful, so she picked up some unimportant words to divert her attention, "At that time, I was sending you a message. Suddenly the car overturned and my left forehead Knocked on the glass window, broke, and shed a little blood, now I feel dizzy."

The nurse was packing the hospital bed next door, thinking, it wasn't a bit of blood that was bleeding, but the whole person was about to become blood.

More scary than the unconscious one.

However, the injury he suffered was indeed very light in comparison, and there was no injury to his bones, because at the moment the two cars were about to collide, the victim broke the glass and jumped out. His body was full of glass ballasts, everyone. The guy picked it up for a long time. The doctors all breathed a sigh of relief, with a rare smile, saying that he had such a good head, for fear that he hadn't specially learned the technique of jumping windows.

Because he remained awake, ambulance personnel were quickly called, and the secretary and truck driver were out of danger.

"If you come to see a patient recently, you can cook me more blood-filling stuff." Ni Jiaming took out the picky style of the noble son, "I don't eat liver-based products, they are too fishy, ​​I can't eat them."

So weak, he felt sorry for him, "Then I will give you the whole peanut stewed pig's feet, and ensure that blood is supplemented!"

Ni Jiaming laughed, "Pig trotters... gratifying, am I finally succeeding in the petition and then three thousand pets in one body?"

Stared at him so weakly.

"It's not honest if it's all like this!"

This weak girlfriend has been on duty for almost seven years, and what she is supposed to do is unambiguous. She accompanies the bed, eats, and plays with her, which just makes the sick noble son grow a little fat.

Ni Jiaming said gloomily, "Don't feed it, you won't have your abdominal muscles after you feed it."

So weak comforted him, "It's okay, if the abs is gone, it will be gone, you still have a tender butt!"

Ni Jiaming: "Are you too presumptuous with your brother?"

So weak with arms akimbo: "Yes, I just owe it, anyway you can't take care of me!"

She was quite proud.

Ni Jiaming was discharged from the hospital that day, and he cleaned her up from start to finish in a gentle, gentle, smiling manner.

The man stood on the head of the bed, then bent down and bit her ear.

"Do you still owe it?"

So weak and sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes.

Subsequently, the phone vibrated.

He tilted his waist and looked over, his eyes darkening.

Ni Jiaming put down the phone without a hassle. He first went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

Sure enough, it was either instant food or canned food.

The fruit is nowhere to be seen.

During the time he was in the hospital, all the good soups and dishes were probably taken out, but he really thought that her craftsmanship had improved wildly. Ni Jiaming turned to think, she was so lazy, she could open the take-out box and put it in an insulated lunch box to send it to him. It would be fine for her grandmother to go down to the world.

What can I ask of her?

He actually felt a strange touch.

Ni Jiaming took a plastic bag and picked up all the junk food in it. Since it was not the first time to do this job, his hands and feet were so neat that he cleaned it up in minutes.

Then he went out.

Ni Jiaming went to the nearest supermarket chain. The weather was hot. The supermarket was equipped with air-conditioning. There were quite a few families of three who came to stroll around the air-conditioner. So a boy like Ni Jiaming, who can also buy vegetables in Pan Zheng Tiao Shun, immediately made the headlines of the blind date market.

People from all walks of life spoke enthusiastically.

"Where is the lad buying vegetables?"

"Did the young man have a girlfriend?"

"Boy..."

Ni Jiaming didn't get angry either. He chose a handful of beans and responded gently, "Yes, I have a girlfriend. I'm going to talk about marriage. Yes, I'm going to cook for her tonight."

There is an uncle who is not happy, "The gentleman is far from the kitchen, what do you do to cook for the female doll!"

Ni Jiaming has a gentle eyebrow, "Boys, you always have to have a craft to marry a wife, don't you think so?"

He likes such trivial, everyday, human-like excitement, or the tender love words with her under the fireworks.

So, why can't the world line develop independently?

Why have to interfere with his peaceful and beautiful life?

Ni Jiaming stood in front of the freezer and picked up a steak.

The **** ones, the red ones are very fresh.

Ni Jiaming went to the company after shopping.

"Boss, Miss Bao wants to see you."

The deputy said in a low voice, "She has been waiting for you for almost an hour and almost smashed the coffee machine."

The shopping mall is like a battlefield. The Bao family made a mistake and became a victim of Longtan Tiger's Lair. The family business was about to close down. I don't know what this down-and-out eldest lady is doing.

"I see, go to work."

Ni Jiaming walked into the living room.

Bao Beibei, who was wearing a hip skirt, jumped up, and yin and yang ridiculed, "Chairman Ni is really good at everything. He doesn't even have time to see his old classmates."

Ni Jiaming walked straight past her, to check the fleshy side of the window—this was a small gift for him to protect his eyes.

The subordinates also knew that this was the boss's darling. He looked like eyeballs. He didn't even water it when he was hospitalized. He was very fat and thriving.

"The Bao family is down. Don't you go to your ex-boyfriend or Lin Xingye, please come to me, what do you do?"

Ni Jiaming brushed over a Guanyin lotus, the leaf was glowing with purple-red color, and his dignity was a little seductive. His eyes could not be half-waves, "If you want to impress me with color, then there is no need. He also offered a Buddha, and he will not break the precepts of others during his lifetime."

so--

He is calm and determined.

"Miss Bao, you are looking for the wrong way."

Bao Beibei's face changed and changed like a palette.

Why?

She was angry, the heroine went bankrupt, and the hero and the heroine were arguing to be taken advantage of. But she was bankrupt, and the cats hated the dogs. Even her boyfriend broke up with her neatly and got on well with a little fairy within a few days.

Bao Beibei couldn't swallow this breath.

But what's on her?

Except for herself, she really has nothing, she can only bite the bullet and betray her hue.

As a result, before she could say her words, she blocked the road and put up a sign saying that the road was blocked.

"Our two families have friendship anyway, you can't ignore us like this..." She tried to play the love card.

Ni Jiaming smiled slightly.

Maybe it's a bit too much to describe a man by being beautiful, but Bao Beibei was indeed stunned by him.

What was Ni Jiaming like in high school?

It is the light of the whole school, the girl's dream lover, beautiful but not feminine, gentle but not weak, like a beautifully carved jade, just looking at it is pleasing to the eye.

But Yu also has two sides, one is the appearance of beauty and gentleness, which is in line with his image of decent education, modest and gentleness.

What's the other side?

Is hard.

Bao Beibei was complacent for a while, and felt that she was so attractive to hang the two people, but after she really made a boyfriend, she also recalled, Lin Xingye is a territorial dog, whether you like it or not, anyway. I want it. As for Ni Jiaming, it is even more of a transparent jade. He offered it to the altar with a pure and gentle smile, as if there was no trace of reddish desire.

But today she saw a piece of porcelain with flesh and blood.

Bao Beibei felt sour.

The heroine is a fate, as long as she hooks her finger, the man will do her life for her like a moth fighting a fire.

"Miss Bao, make a deal."

Ni Jiaming lifted up the frame.

"I can keep part of the Bao family's shares for you, but you also have to show sincerity."

The lens refracted a thin, cold light, like a demon's enchantment.

"...I wonder if you are interested in being Mrs. Lin?"

Bao Beibei's eyes widened.

The two talked for nearly half an hour.

Ni Jiaming looked at his watch and said, "That's it for today. I'm going back to cook for the weak."

The sour water in Bao Beibei's heart couldn't be suppressed.

Such a good man is not hers.

She blurted out, "If I didn't go to Ginkgo Park with Lin Xingye, would you choose me?"

It was that time when she hurt Miao-like weakness, Ni Jiaming sent her back. In this way, she accidentally created a chance for the two of them to be alone. Now Bao Beibei thinks about it, and regrets that his intestines are blue.

Ni Jiaming looked at her confused.

"What are you talking about? Ginkgo Park?" Has he been to this place?

Bao Beibei bit her lip, "Forget it!"

She picked up her bag and left.

Ni Jiaming was stunned. He was pretty sure what Bob Beibei said was an important thing, but why...he can't remember it?

Amnesia?

wrong.

He held his forehead and fell into contemplation.

In feasting nights, Lin Xingye is a frequent visitor to drunken fans.

He drank slightly, got up and went to the bathroom.

A figure hit his chest.

The fragrance is familiar.

He squeezed the opponent's wrist.

"Ah... it hurts! You let go!"

Bao Beibei shed tears.

Lin Xingye sneered, with a gloomy tone, "Playing this one again? Okay, I will play with you."

There is no sign, the giants are facing each other, and the gunpowder is full of smoke.

Dad Miao called Banwei and tentatively asked, "You and Jiaming...are okay?"

So weak is learning watercolor painting, "What is it?"

"Ah, I mean, are you happy?" The old father squeezed out a dry smile.

happiness? Life survey?

So weak thought for a while, "Very good."

Recently, Ni's brother has been quite restrained, only to give her a brief taste, saying that it is to heal her injuries, so as not to suffer from a dark illness.

"That kid from the Lin family... didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Dad Miao asked again.

"The Lin family? Lin Xingye?" So weak scratched his head with a pen, "No, we can't even see each other. Dad, what's the matter?"

Dad Miao said, "It's nothing, I'll just ask."

Those with a guilty conscience are absolutely ghosts.

So weak washed her hands and traced the cause of her father's abnormality.

This check is really scary.

——Rich family melee!

The Ni family, the Lin family, the Bao family, and the Miao family have all ended. From the price war to the Internet stigma, all parties are torn apart.

In terms of camp, the Miao family, as the Yue family of the Ni family, is naturally on the united front, and the Bao family somehow stood on the Lin family’s side, biting the Miao family like a mad dog. Seeing that posture, there are too many lice and you are not afraid to bite, even if I have to burp myself back.

This is too unnatural to do things.

Miao's stock price fell steadily.

Here comes bankruptcy, it's coming soon!

So weak a headache.

At first, she had a headache for the family business. Party A’s father didn’t insist on this aspect. He just wanted to be a personal winner. Once you have your education, you have a capable boyfriend, and you will be a psychologist in the future. , Reputation is not a problem.

She had planned well, but as a result, this group of giants became crazy when they said they were crazy.

You are crazy, but it's someone else.

"Knocking, knocking—"

"Come in."

So weakly he pushed open the office door, the man frowned and processed the documents, then pinched his eyebrows, he turned his eyes and was startled.

"Why are you here? Don't tell me when you are here."

As weak as he wanted to speak, he took the lead in pulling away the chair and stepping forward to hug her waist.

"What to drink? Coffee?"

So weak and weird to look at him, "I don't drink coffee, you forgot?"

"I didn't play, just teasing you."

He reacted quickly, and he carried her a carton of milk, inserted a straw and brought it to her mouth.

"Also, I'm hungry."

He touched his belly weakly and honestly.

Ni Jiaming laughed, he touched her head, "Then you sit down first, and I will go downstairs to buy you your favorite food."

During the waiting period, I was so weak and bored. I turned over the information on his desktop and found some contracts. She thought that there might be some snacks hidden in the drawer, then opened it, only to find a dark notebook.

04/29.

Amnestics 10%.

05/13.

Amnestics 30%.

06/17.

85% amnestics.

From correct to scribbled handwriting, there is a faint hint of despair.

So weak turned to the end.

A piece of snow white.

She found the date today.

06/29.

without.

The corners were torn apart, and it seemed that what was written was destroyed by the owner.

There was a slapstick outside.

"...Okay, I will buy you all in the future."

So weak put the notebook back in place, nestled in his seat and clicked on the short video.

Ni Jiaming opened the door and came in.

He also bought a small cake, cherry-flavored, and opened it to her, "Try it?"

Thoughtfulness is as always.

But he did not feed her.

When he was weak and eating cake, he watered the succulents by the window, his shirt was tied into his black pants, and his waist was incredibly slender against the sun.

...Seems to be thin.

It's still the kind of skinny.

In front of him, he hugged him from behind, and measured it with his arm. It was a little smaller as expected.

"What's wrong?"

He tilted his head to ask.

"Have you been very hard recently?"

"fine."

He smiled and touched her head.

So weak and slightly coquettish, "Then do you hurt me."

Ni Jiaming hesitated for a moment, "...are you here?"

She nodded, "That's it."

He got caught up in the battle between heaven and man, and then he made a decision, hugged her, walked into the lounge, and said vaguely, "Wait, brother, um, try to be gentle, don't make a noise, there are many people outside. Wan. As soon as they see, um, the boss is not doing his job properly, that's not good."

...He really is wrong!

Although Ni Jiaming indulged her, he chose a place very carefully. The home is the home and the office is the office. Different rules have been set for different occasions, and they are never confused.

So weak, he put his arms around his neck, snorted, "I lied to you."

He could only laugh helplessly, "If it is you, it will be you if you don't, you are really a little ancestor."

Such a weak heart has his own little abacus.

When she got home, she immediately installed a set of surveillance.

Ni Jiaming came back earlier than usual, cooked her a table of good dishes, laughed at Yan Yan, and hugged her to sleep.

Everything is the same as usual.

Until the surveillance showed that when he got up early the next morning, his expression was so cold that no one should get near him. He first glanced at the weak side by him, tucked the quilt for her, then got up and walked into the study, picked up a red-covered book, the indifference that lingered between his brows was instantly dispelled, and his lips reappeared. There was a smile.

Before going to the company, Ni Jiaming made breakfast for her, a cheese roll wrapped in bacon and carrots, a bowl of thick white porridge, and a cup of fresh soy milk, and a golden rimmed fruit plate filled with small tomatoes.

Biting the cheese roll so weakly, he opened the red book.

Inside is a huge database, a database called "Miao Weak", from her preferences to her menstrual period, none of them have fallen.

——For some reason, he really lost his memory.

——But he reviewed her and remembered her in his own way.

It's like this every day.

So weak can't help thinking, isn't it tiring to do this?

It must be tired.

There is a limit to disguise, let alone wake up every day, amnestics, and have to find the truth in the shortest time. She feels that Ni Jiaming is now a paper lantern. The outside is beautifully framed, and the inside has already been eaten away. If this continues, sooner or later, he will have a nervous breakdown.

So weak put the red-skinned one back, and picked up the blue-skinned one next to it.

The protagonist of the diary is still her.

It's so delicate, without any omissions, and it smells like creepy.

——Isn't the entire study room, is it a "blueprint" for recording her?

So weak is different from his field, he has set up a small study room, and most of his works here are heavy and thick turning heads, so weak do not like to read, and did not distinguish whether this is a book or a personal diary.

Her scalp suddenly became numb.

Yes, she is a little brother who likes affectionate and gentle, but the other party is too dedicated, the whole world only revolves around her, she will be afraid.

When love is heavy to a certain degree, it is shackles.

She felt that she could not afford such a heavy love, especially when the other party ran out of flesh and blood to love her, even if it was to lose everything she had, she would not hesitate to do so.

"What are you doing here?"

A shadow fell behind, and a slender palm stretched out and grabbed the blue book.

"Thinking that you don't have enough food, I bought some breakfast and came back. It's in the living room outside. It's hot. Go and eat."

As if nothing had happened, he put the diary back in its place.

So weak said, "You do have some problems, go see a doctor."

If you are sick, you have to be treated. There is nothing to taboo.

It's just that she is new to psychology, not as good as some experienced ones.

He smiled gently, "Breakfast is going to be cold, hurry up, eh? I'll just take care of it here."

"Brother, don't hold on." She said softly, "We are all going to be together for a long time, listen to me, will you go to the doctor? What about amnesia? It’s also small, as long as we treat it with our hearts."

"I haven't lost my memory." His eye sharpened gradually, "Hey, go eat breakfast."

Don't listen to her, blame it for being boring.

So weak, he bit off the last bite of the cheese roll and licked the corner of his mouth, "I'm full, so I won't eat it, well, I'm going out today, and I don't need to prepare mine for dinner."

This is just a very common sentence.

But I don't know where it touched his sensitive nerves. He stepped forward quickly and pressed her shoulders, "...Where are you going? Are you going to find a doctor to drop me off, or to find Lin Xingye to talk about the past?"

So weak swallowed the words "see a doctor" and said innocently, "I just go shopping, nothing else."

"...Are you bored?"

"Uh, kind of."

He lifted his palm, with distinct joints, from the neckline to the waistline, and unscrewed the white butterfly buckles one by one.

The eyes of the phoenix are full of thrilling spring scenery.

"Brother asked for leave today to stay with you all night, okay?"

He lifted her up to the shore of his waist.

The "necessary" in the weak mouth hadn't come out yet, and he was kissed by him in a familiar way-even if the spiritual world was blank, instinct would not be deceiving.

I know I love you.

I also know how to please you.

...Even if I have been formatted by the will of the world.

This day was passed by Ni Jiaming, so weak that he didn't say anything to see a doctor.

But she clearly noticed that his condition was getting worse, so she had to adjust the alarm clock early and spent two or three hours to go to the study to remember "her". This is also very strange. He remembers everyone and everything, except for things related to her, like being forcibly erased from this love.

He has insomnia.

He was depressed.

And in front of you, he still looks like a positive sun loving you.

Until such a weak one day on a whim, a medicine bottle was found under the bed.

Antidepressant.

There is also melatonin.

So weak thought that these might be eaten when she got up in the middle of the night, but she threw it under the bed for fear that she would find it.

In order to maintain this shaky love, he stood on the edge of the cliff.

Fool.

Love is not the only one, is it worth it?

He continued to fight to the end, and he didn't know what the result was, but she knew that he would definitely die young. Human beings can't become refined, psychological pressure is limited, and that string suddenly breaks on that day.

So weak made a decision.

She picked a time and went out to play with Ni Jiaming.

They rented a tandem bicycle to explore the lakes and mountains.

They were chased by a group of social geese in the park, their hats fell halfway and they didn't dare to go back to pick them up.

They hid in the bar during a violent sunny day.

They tasted a bonbon chocolate together.

They kissed in the early morning.

"I will win, I will definitely." He hugged her and whispered, "My child, you must believe in your brother, just like you believe in science."

"I believe it."

So weak gave him a bite.

"Brother, when you wake up, the whole world will love you."

His chest rises and falls, like a firework exploded, and then he laughs, "No need, brother only needs you."

He obediently fell asleep.

The next day, at noon, there was no more warmth beside the bed.

He propped up and fumbled for the phone with a text message lying in it.

[Evil pig roars: Are you out fooling around again? Are there other little fairies outside? ]

This...who?

He was at a loss, the door was opened, and a girl ran in.

She slapped him with a snap.

So weak and fearless, green yourself.

"Won't return all night, covered with bite marks, you really have another dog! Let's break up!"