owlsbooks Chapter 122 The Boy in the Painting (8)
Chapter 122 The Boy in the Painting (8)
Chapter 122 The Boy in the Painting (8)
She turned her head and smiled at the curious driver: "He's not in good health."
The little girl's appearance is soft and tender, her voice is soft and waxy, her black eyes are moist, she looks very cute.
The driver never thought that such a girl who looked like a good girl would lie to him.
He asked casually: "He looks a little serious, has he been to the hospital?"
"I've seen it, it's just ordinary hypotension."
The driver seemed very talkative, and when the green light came on, he started the car, "Hypotension, my wife also has this symptom, you can bring him a glass of light salt water every day."
Facing the driver's kindness, the little girl didn't know how to answer.
I just smiled and said, "Thank you."
Before leaving, the driver did not forget to give her a business card, saying that she could find him for any taxi in the future.
Taxi away.
Gu Yiyi stood on the road with a business card in her hand in embarrassment.
Suddenly stretched out a slender pale fingertip from behind, and took the business card away.
The sluggish young man lazily raised his lower eyelids, glanced at them, and threw them on the ground casually,
He closed his eyes and rubbed the little girl's back coquettishly.
With a strong nasal voice: "Yiyi~"
The boy seemed to be very tired, giving the little girl the feeling that he would fall asleep at any time, but he still cheered up and said in a daze:
"You don't take other people's things, and you don't talk to other people."
The delicate and beautiful eyebrows were as pale as paper, and the eyelashes drooped, covering those clear and clear glazed eyes.
Poor as an abandoned puppy.
Gu Yiyi couldn't bear it.
"Do you want to go back and rest?"
The young man raised his head abruptly, and the exquisite eyes under the thick eyelashes on the scene slightly curved:
"Yiyi, are you caring about me?"
Gu Yiyi admitted very simply: "Yes."
The black-haired boy in clean white clothes seemed very obedient at the moment, his voice was light and cheerful: "Then I'll go back and rest now."
Gu Yiyi couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his head.
When the boy disappeared, the small clear red beads on the white collarbone were faintly hot.
The little girl clutched it with her fingers, the knot made of hair was extra strong, and walked home.
Gently push the door open.
The imagined scene of three joint trials did not appear.
The whole villa is very quiet, as if there is no living person, and the strings of crystal lights hanging in the center of the ceiling are exquisite and clear, reflecting fine light.
The little girl sniffed subconsciously.
Wisteria?
Now she is very sensitive to this smell, it is obviously a light and pure floral fragrance, but it seems to her like the prelude to blood.
Think of the "gift" that the boy said before.
Holding the smooth painted wooden handle, the little girl ran upstairs directly to the source of the smell.
Because of anxiety, she threw the drawing board and paints on the ground.
The scent of wisteria flowers on the second floor is even stronger.
No matter how light the fragrance is, it will turn into a pungent smell when gathered together, which makes people upset.
The little girl covered her nose with her sleeve.
Almost immediately, her gaze was locked on a door entwined with vines.
open the door.
A girl with vaguely similar eyebrows and eyes was lying on the bed.
Her body seemed to have been cut numerous times by a sharp weapon, but there was no blood flowing out, but small flowers dyed bright red were entwined.
The breeze blew from the window, and the gauze curtains swayed.
Countless red flowers swayed along with the direction of the wind. The girl's pretty face had a faint smile on her face, her eyes were closed peacefully, as if she was asleep, and her black hair was winding.
It seems to have a soul-stirring beauty.
(End of this chapter)