Li Lecheng's face immediately turned red, like burning coals, emitting hot white smoke.

"I, I'm just a B. How can I like a high-quality A like Dr. Gu?" He said with a sadness that didn't fit others' design, "A B like me will find an ordinary B to live with in the future. Live your life."

Since the differentiation of three genders, the world has become a strict hierarchy. High-quality A stands at the top of the food chain and enjoys the best treatment in this society. In order to maintain the purity of blood, high-quality A is married to high-quality O to have children. A better next generation.

Li Lecheng usually looks heartless, but in fact, he is like a mirror in his heart about what he should understand, and Wu Xi is a little envious of him.

Back at the villa, it was Aunt Li who came to greet her. She was startled when she saw Wu Xi's injured hand. She was so worried that she wanted to kill a chicken stew for Wu Xi to drink.

The kindness was hard to turn down, and Wu Xi couldn't refuse, so he fell asleep leaning on the sofa while Aunt Li was cooking the soup.

I don't know if it's a dream or reality, but the surrounding sounds are indistinct, the wind blows up from under the feet, and the pants legs are blown up, making a rattling noise.

Wu Xi sat on the edge of the balcony, under the cover of the night, there seemed to be an endless abyss under his feet.

The door behind him was knocked loudly, and the wooden door was knocked open by Kuaifang with great force, and the sound of cursing came from outside.

"Damn! What kind of tricks do you want to play? Come out for me!"

"Come straight into it, there is no way out inside, I don't believe this kid dares to jump down!"

"Don't give him some color tonight, my surname is not Li!"

Bang bang, there was a louder banging on the door, Wu Xi clenched his clothes tightly, and woke up from the dream. He opened his eyes blankly, panting heavily, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

The burnt area was in great pain because of too much movement, Wu Xi arched his body, clenched his wrists, and stared blankly at the floor.

Dreaming about the past again.

When he was bullied in the army, it was not that he never thought of asking Song Yan for help. He tried to call the man several times, but every time the person who answered the phone said that Song Yan was not available.

Once when he was really angry, he asked Song Yan when he was free. The person on the other end of the phone had a cold attitude and said mockingly, "If you are seriously injured, the boss may have time to come and see you."

With these words, Wu Xi never made that phone call again.

When the soup was almost ready, Aunt Li came over and asked, "Mr. Wu, do you like it light or heavy?"

Before Wu Xi recovered from his thoughts, he said lightly: "Anything is fine, I can't taste it."

Aunt Li said: "Then I will focus on the taste, so that you will have an appetite."

Wu Xi wanted to say no, but Aunt Li had already hurried into the kitchen.

He wanted to say that it wasn't that he had no appetite, but that he really couldn't taste it.

Aborting the child caused great trauma to his body, and many mechanisms in his body were not as good as before. The first thing that showed up was the sense of taste.

In the first few days when he just woke up, he drank liquid food and didn't notice it. By the time he found out, it was already too late.

When Song Yan asked him to cook porridge for the first time, it was not that he hadn't tried it, but when he finished, he saw the pile of things in the pot that didn't know what to taste, so he chose to throw it away.

The author says:

Let me ask, do you think it's cruel or not?Pear feels good

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