Tied to the bathroom by Li Tingchen, he took flowers and poured them on her over and over again.
In the cold winter, the cold water poured from her head to her feet, and the cold air eroded her body and made her miserable.
She heard herself begging for mercy and asked Li Tingchen to let her go. Only the man’s more indifferent attitude responded to her.
It was obviously something that happened a long time ago, and Su Qingyu can still feel the coolness now.
It’s so cold, it’s as cold as a bone.
Tears slowly flowed down his cheeks.
She didn’t understand why Li Tingchen wanted to hurt her so cruelly.
“Dong Dong Dong” There was a knock on the door, and Sister Li said worriedly: “Young lady, how are you?”Do you want me to come in and help you?”
Su Qingyu resisted crying, “No, I’ll be fine soon.”
She got dressed and came out, her hair still wet, as if a water ghost had come out.
Sister Li hurriedly took the blower and came over, “How can you not blow it dry?”What if it gets cold?Young lady, your immunity is low now. You must not catch a cold. It is dangerous to have a fever.”
As she said, she turned on the blowing wind, her black hair falling in all directions, and the picture looked quite creepy.
Only then did Sister Li understand why Su Qingyu didn’t blow her hair. With this blow, the floor was full of falling hair.
“This, this is all normal. Don’t worry, young lady, it will grow out slowly when the chemotherapy stops.”
Su Qingyu smiled faintly: “Keep blowing, it will fall sooner or later anyway.”
“……good.”
After washing his hair this time, Su Qingyu felt that he had lost almost a third of his hair, and he obviously felt a lot less when he pinched it.
But even if you can’t save your life, what can a few hairs count as?
Seeing her in a low mood, Sister Li said with relief: “You haven’t eaten much these days. It’s rare that you have an appetite now. My wife specially cooks the food for you.”
Su Qingyu nodded. Instead of sitting in a wheelchair, he moved slowly to the living room.
Shen Lanzhi tied her apron, “Sit down, the food will be ready soon.””
The exquisite white jade porcelain vase on the dining table is filled with flowers that were only picked today, and every leaf is bright and dripping.
The snowy weather flashed across Su Qingyu’s mind again. She was arranging flowers in the warm room, her stomach was bulging, and the corners of her mouth were slightly cocked.
The door opened, and Li Tingchen walked in, angrily asking her why she was going to make trouble with Bai Yuanyuan, who was still pregnant.