The wind whistled in Meng Wei's ears, making a buzzing sound.

She shouted at Lu Jingshen: "Throw me down!"

Lu Jingshen directly hugged her legs and lifted her up. This time, her entire upper body reached down and fell into the air.

She was lying head down, and everything she could see was small and far away, so far away that she had the illusion that it would fall apart if she hit it.

But Lu Jingshen didn't let go, he just hung her up and asked her to look down.

At the height of the twenty-sixth floor, even if you hold the thought of death, looking at it for a long time is a kind of psychological torture.

Meng Wei couldn't bear it anymore and just wanted to be happy, so she shouted: "Let go, Lu Jingshen, let go..."

She kept asking him to let go, but he didn't listen. When she told him to stop when she was tired, and closed her eyes in agony to stop looking, his hand suddenly relaxed.

Meng Wei had only experienced that feeling in dreams before, it was the feeling of suddenly missing the mark.

She opened her eyes instantly, and what she saw was a height that could not be reached at a glance.

At that moment, she truly felt the feeling of imminent death. Her heart felt empty and she screamed out of control. At the same time, Lu Jingshen held her tight again.

He came over, pressed against her body, and asked her, "Do you want me to let go? Do you want me to?"

Meng Wei's body trembled in the air, and tears fell down. She fell to the ground from a height of seventy or eighty meters, as if her entire soul had been detached from her body and fell. She opened her mouth and said

Not a word came out.

Lu Jing deeply felt her body softening and trembling in his hands, and he hugged her down from the window with force.

Meng Wei's body was as limp as cotton in his hands, and he hugged her waist tightly and put her on the chair she moved in.

Meng Wei slumped on the back of the chair, unable to sit still and falling to one side.

Lu Jing squatted down deeply, knelt on one knee and held her waist to straighten her up.

Because of the proximity, Meng Wei's tears fell on his arm, which was only wearing half sleeves, and it quickly turned from warm to cold.

Bitingly cold.

He raised his eyes and saw Meng Wei's face was as white as a sheet of paper, breathing heavily, her eyes were vacant and empty, and her tears were falling down like broken threads.

With a stab in his heart, he raised his hand and fell on her eyes, wiping her tears with his fingertips.

Look at her and look at his hands.

Only then did he realize that his hands were shaking. He frowned, tried his best to steady his hands, pushed up the messy hair on her forehead, approached her and asked, "Do you still dare?"

His forehead was almost touching Meng Wei's forehead. Meng Wei did not hide away from this distance, but kept crying.

"Huh?" Lu Jingshen pushed her hair up and hugged her head, kissed her forehead with his thin lips, and then kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes. While kissing, he asked in a low voice, "Do you still dare?"

At this time, Meng Wei recovered slightly, turned away from his kiss in disgust, and then raised her hand to hit him in the face.

Even though she tried her best, she was too weak and it was still painless to Lu Jingshen.

It's just that this is not a matter of strength, the act of slapping someone in the face is extremely insulting in itself.

But this time Lu Jingshen didn't move away, he just tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes.

It wasn't until Meng Wei was about to hit him a second time that he held the hand she hit.

Meng Wei glared at him hatefully, and he looked directly at her and sneered, in a mocking tone, "You don't dare anymore."

His eyes and words were like a knife piercing Meng Wei's heart. Meng Wei felt the smell of blood in his throat and was about to vomit blood.

Lu Jing saw how angry she was and patted her head slowly, "Xiao Wei, you can't do this again."

Meng Wei closed her eyes weakly. The window was not closed, and the sound of wind and the roar of cars came in. Meng Wei's ears rang for a moment. At that moment, she seemed to be detached from her body, floating in the air, seeing her pitiful and ridiculous self.

Lu Jingshen stood up. He was still having a fever and was sweating all over after struggling for so long.

He took his clothes and continued to take a shower, ignoring Meng Wei.

He took a bath a little faster than usual. After he came out, Meng Wei didn't know when he slipped.

He fell to the ground and leaned on the chair like a puppet.

Lu Jingshen opened the door, and Feng Duo, who had come to deliver dinner, was at the door. Seeing that Lu Jingshen's face was paler than before, he asked with concern: "Mr. Lu, haven't you taken your medicine?"

Today the doctor prescribed antipyretics and antibiotics for him.

Lu Jingshen took the lunch box from his hand and looked at him with a cold look. Feng Duo's heart suddenly tightened. He always felt that his mood was unstable these days.

Lu Jingshen: "Go buy some medicine."

...

Lu Jingshen went back through the door and entered the kitchen.

Meng Wei was still sitting there. Lu Jingshen opened the lunch box and asked Meng Wei, "Should I drink it for you or should you eat it yourself?"

Meng Wei closed her eyes and said nothing.

Lu Jingshen: "Meng Wei."

Meng Wei said nothing. There was no expression on her face, and her chin was too thin and pointed.

Lu Jing leaned down and pushed Meng Wei's forehead with his hand.

Meng Weiyi opened his eyes and looked at Lu Jingshen.

This action is very familiar.

The first time they met, he pushed Lu Manman like this, and later when she was disobedient, he also pushed her like this and even played with her.

Meng Wei regarded this as one of the evidences that she and Lu Manman were the same in his heart.

Now that I think about it, all I can think of is irony.

Lu Jingshen looked at her red and swollen eyes for a moment, without saying anything, he took a spoon and scooped out a spoonful of chicken soup and fed it to her...br

Meng Wei saved her breath, grabbed the bowl and threw it in his face.

Lu Jing tilted his head deeply, and all the liquid splashed onto the side of his face and ears, and then quickly dripped down to his neck.

He turned to look at her gloomily, his eyes were frighteningly cold.

Meng Wei refused to hide this time, "Are you going to sleep with me again?"

She has really given up on herself now.

She sneered, "You go to sleep!"

Lu Jingshen ignored it, took a napkin and wiped the dirt off his face bit by bit, then grabbed her arm, pulled her up and took off her clothes.

Lu Jing lowered his head and looked at her.

Her body was covered with traces of violence, which looked shocking, especially the remaining blood stains on her thighs.

Lu Jing gave a deep sarcastic smile, "I can't do this to you, it's disgusting."

As he said that, he pushed her back to the ground in disgust, "You're still not hungry, I'll eat when you are."

He picked up the lunch box and threw all the remaining food into the trash can.

He turned around and picked up Meng Wei again, carried her to the bedroom and threw her on the bed.

Meng Wei was knocked dizzy and when she stood up, Lu Jingshen had already gone out and locked the door from the outside.

Meng Wei lay down on the bed. After lying there for a while, she suddenly got up and went to the bathroom and scrubbed herself hard.

While washing, she felt uncomfortable with tightness in her chest, her head felt dizzy, her legs went weak, and she lost consciousness and fell to the bathroom floor.
Chapter completed!