novelraw Chapter 227 Wants To Be Your Little Darling (1)
Chapter 227 Wants To Be Your Little Darling (1)
Chapter 227 Wants To Be Your Little Darling (1)
Ding Bao woke up, and the moment he opened his eyes, he heard bursts of crying from his ears.
The environment in front of her was dim, and there was a faint blue light flashing in her peripheral vision. The sound of "Dididi" reminded her that this was a hospital.
The crying of "嘤嘤嘤" continued, Ding Bao frowned.
"why are you crying?"
Her voice was hoarse and a little weak.
The crying stopped abruptly.
"I didn't cry."
Immediately afterwards, a childish and shrill voice came.
Bazahei suddenly realized that he had forgotten to change his voice, and hurriedly opened the voice change and said eagerly.
"Just now...that's my voice change..."
"Well, like a bitch."
"Fart, I'm male."
"Oh……"
Ding Bao knew again, the guy in his mind was really not human.
Bazahei realized that he had talked too much, and no matter what Ding Bao said, he would not say a word.
"why are you crying?"
Ding Bao was still wondering why this idiot was sad.
"It makes me happy to say it."
"I said I didn't cry."
Bazahei's voice returned to the cold and flat voice before.
It will not admit that it was moved to tears by Ding Bao's damn superb acting skills.
At that time, when Ding Bao was covered in blood and was dying to tell his grievances, Bazahei unconsciously thought of his whole life.
Like Ding Bao, he was locked in this cage in order to survive, unable to have his own thoughts and opinions, and could only obey the instructions of his superiors and repeat the same things day after day.
Ding Bao's tears can make people feel her despair after countless disappointments and pains, with a trace of reluctance, and the rest are all mortal decisions.
Her death deeply stimulated Si Yin, and made him realize that it was his actions that killed Ding Bao little by little.
Love is silent drizzle, gurgling water, let nature take its course, instead of manipulating the other party in the name of love.
Ding Bao completed this task as well as before.
The superior has already noticed her, and specifically instructed Bazahei to increase the dosage of the potion, so as not to remind Ding Bao of anything in the completed world.
Bazaar complied.
Before Ding Bao's next mission starts, it will erase part of her memory.
After that, all Ding Bao could remember was Bazahei.
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"Mission rewards, one year's medical expenses, and two days to wake up, you can do what you want."
Ding Bao felt that this sentence sounded familiar.
She didn't waste time thinking about these things, the first thing she did after getting up was to find her mobile phone.
Ding Bao is currently living in a separate ward. In the empty room, apart from the instruments on her bedside, there are only four whitewashed walls. Ding Bao can see the bag on the sofa at a glance. It is a powder bag. The white Chanel, given by the dog man, should be a fake product bought at the vegetable market for 80 yuan.
It was one o'clock in the morning, and not long after the nurse on duty had left, Ding Bao sat up from the bed with great difficulty, supported the wall with two legs that were softer than noodles, and moved to the sofa bit by bit.
She's been in a coma for too long.
The muscles of the body have begun to shrink, especially the two legs. Let alone walking, even crawling is difficult.
After finally touching her bag, Ding Bao was already sweating profusely and out of breath, so she simply lay down on the ground and looked through her bag. There was a bank card, a stack of contracts, three lollipops and an aunt's towel.
Nothing was missing, Ding Bao took out a spare mobile phone from the interlayer of the small bag.
The new one she bought was the one she watched being crushed. Fortunately, Ding Bao is used to bringing a backup device. This device has been with her for almost five years. It takes more than 20 minutes to log in to WeChat, and it is impossible to watch a movie. Open the app.
Ding Bao was stingy, and he was reluctant to throw it away. If he wanted to sell it second-hand, no one would want it. No way, Ding Bao regarded it as a spare machine.
The floor of the hospital was very cold, Ding Bao only felt that her chest was numb by the ice, she wanted to crawl back, but she was exhausted, so she could only lie here gasping for breath, while waiting for the phone to turn on.
After 5 minutes, the screen finally lit up.
After another 2 minutes, Ding Bao finally slid the interface.
Looking at the date, she has been in a coma for nearly three months, and her mobile phone still has a battery.
More than 30 red marks of missed calls are printed below, and more than 100 text messages to be confirmed are also jumping out frantically one by one.
Ding Bao probably glanced at it.
Most of them were issued by debt collection companies, and the rest were all from the same person, with the note: Harmful garbage.
Ding Bao clicked through each item.
[The nursing home called and said that you didn't transfer money this month, what's wrong?Did you encounter any difficulties? 】
【Grandma keeps saying that she wants to see you, come and see her when you have time. 】
[The nursing home is urging again, I still have a shortcoming in my hand, if it is convenient for you, please help me fill it up. 】
[The total was seven thousand last month, and I only have two thousand five thousand. Can you lend me the rest first? 】
【Ding Bao, are you not going to help me and grandma anymore? 】
[The debt is almost [-], and the nursing home said that if they don't make up the money next month, they will kick out grandma. Do you have the heart to watch her get kicked out?ah? 】
……
Text messages sent over like a debt collector.
The most recent one was posted last week.
【I went to your house to see, but no one answered no matter how hard I knocked on the door, Ding Bao, you were picked up and raised by my grandma. Now that you are well-off, are you going to be ungrateful?Ding Bao, you are the same as what your sister said, you are not a good thing, white-eyed wolf, rotten thing. 】
From the beginning to the end, you can clearly feel the other party's pleading to despair.
Ding Bao deleted all the text messages, and then directly transferred 5 yuan to the company account of the nursing home, with a note: Xu Xiufang's pension fee.
In the past, she gave the money directly to the granddaughter of the old lady, but this time she paid all the money for the whole year.
Looking at the words that finally jumped out on the page: the transfer was successful.
Ding Bao turned over on the ground, like a pancake.
"Don't you want to leave the hospital to have a look?"
Bazahei can see every move of Ding Bao.
It knew who this Xu Xiufang was, and it also knew that Ding Bao had unusual feelings for her.
"Don't go."
"You have two days."
"That's not going either."
Those who wanted her to die hadn't succeeded yet.
Going out according to her current state, she doesn't need to be hit by a car, and someone who bumps her lightly can break her bones.
"Wait until I fully recover."
"That will take a long time."
"how long?"
"After all your tasks are completed, the final reward is to restore your health."
Ding Bao breathed a sigh of relief, opened his eyes and quietly looked at the ceiling above his head, motionless.
Although she had only been lying down for a few months, she felt in a daze that she had spent many years, subconsciously feeling as if she had passed away.
She heard a "click, click" in her head.
(End of this chapter)