ex boyfriend broke my leg

"Please speak!"

Seeing me staring at the microscope for a long time without responding, the surname Wang slapped me on the shoulder as if impatient, but it was not as sweet as my heart. When I thought of Feng Yu quarreling with him because of me, it was more than once! ! !I was very unscrupulously happy.

But I couldn't be too obvious in front of this little bastard, so I had to try my best to restrain my cheekbones that couldn't help but look back at him with a frown: "What's the hurry? No news at this time is good news, which means they have already sneaked in. It's internal, it's inconvenient to do things, you just wait quietly, don't worry, you won't die."

"You, what are you talking about! Boss..."

"Okay, I still have to do the experiment. If you have nothing else to do, hurry up and leave me alone." I waved my hand impatiently, turned around and bowed my head to do the experiment, and ignored him.

He balabala talked endlessly, as if he was ignited by my words, he waved his arms and cursed me with righteous indignation, as if he had finally pulled out my fox's tail, with a heartbroken look of sudden realization.

I was so annoyed by his harassment, I dropped a row of glass tubes containing blood samples, and replied bluntly: "What are you talking about with me? How can I, a cripple with a broken leg, save him? You have this spare time It's better to tell his fiance! It's better than wasting time with me!"

"You! Good! OK! You're right! I came to you because I was stupid. Dr. Song was right. You're just a white-eyed wolf who will never be familiar with you!"

He left angrily and took away the lunch I didn't have time to eat.Sitting in a wheelchair, I listened to someone outside ordering to add a layer of guards outside my door, and then sent someone to seal the only small window in my bedroom.

Thinking about what that little bastard said, what kind of prophet is Dr. Song?Know that I am an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf?Did you know me before?I searched the memory bank of my brain, but there was no record of a doctor surnamed Song, and I wondered if it was Feng Yu who told him?

Oops, Feng Yu even talked about my former partner with his current partner, I thought bitterly, whether it's good or bad, Feng Yu will never forget me!

It's worth it, I'm worth it no matter what!

In the next few days, the exquisite heat preservation box successfully turned back into a black garbage bag, filled with lumps of honey paste, and was thrown in bags one by one through the small window. The situation was worse than when I first came here. And nothing less, there is always an illusion that the small window on my door seems to be the entrance of a trash can.

But I also have a backbone in life, and it is absolutely impossible for me to bend my waist for five buckets of rice!It doesn't matter if you don't eat this kind of food!I began to go on a hunger strike. There was no heating in the room. I didn’t eat, and it was difficult to maintain my body temperature. It was even more unbearable to stay in the laboratory. I didn’t even do the experiment. Physiological poverty does not detract from my spiritual pursuit, so I started to write a diary under the quilt with a small desk lamp every day.

The content of the diary is too extensive and profound, and you can’t understand me when I say it, so I won’t repeat it here.In short, because of the lack of material conditions, I started to fill myself with spiritual food. After eating during the day, I ate at night, and after eating at night, I ate during the day. Do I still need to sleep when the spiritual food is in place?No, no need!

Finally, after five days, I managed to boil myself to death... I was lying on the bed weakly, buried in the quilt, I had no air to breathe in, raised my hand with effort and quietly wrote that for five days and five nights , The blue leather notebook that was finally written was quietly stuffed into the pillowcase.

"Dr. Ying." Finally the person I was waiting for came...

Someone gently pulled back the corner of my quilt, and I opened a thin slit weakly with my eyelids propped up, with a faint smile on the corner of my mouth: "Are you here to save me?"