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Chapter 1642
Zheng Ling suddenly lost her life, and she bit her wrist.
She is fine if she is dead. Everything is over when she dies.
Lord Zhan Han heard an unusual noise in the bedroom. Although it was a slight noise, he walked to the bedroom vigilantly.
Although the doors and windows of the room were sealed, all the sharp edges and corners were also wrapped in soft corners. It is assumed that the home is extremely safe. So Jacob’s heart was fairly calm at first.
Just pushing open the bedroom, he smelled a bloody smell, and Jacob’s heart hung up in an instant.
He hurried to the bed and uncovered Zheng Ling’s quilt, only to see Zheng Ling’s wrist bitten by her.
Jacob only felt that his heart had fallen into a bottomless abyss, as if he could not climb out even though he was climbing up desperately. Like a trapped beast, it is still fighting, desperate to the point of no more.
He held Zheng Ling into his arms and shed tears to examine her wounds carefully. Fortunately, her millet teeth were shallow, and the wounds were all skin wounds, without any damage to the aortic blood vessels.
“Zhan Hanju’s throat was plugged like lead, and the eyes were bloodshot with tears. He blamed himself, do you not like Brother Jue holding you so much? Zheng Ling, what should I do so that you can forgive me?â€
He thought, Zheng. Ling’s suicide was stimulated by his approach to her just now. He clearly remembered the doctor’s advice: You are her risk factor now…
Jacob has never been desperate at that moment like now, “I know you hate me, but Zheng Ling, in this world, I will put it in the hands of other people, I don’t worry. You can fulfill me and stay by my side. Brother Jie will love you in this life and listen to you alone. Please don’t think about running away from me. Okay. “
Zheng Ling curled up in his arms, not knowing when she closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully.
Jacob found the medicine box and gently smeared the potion on her wound.
It’s another day of fear.
After Zheng Ling woke up, Jacob had already prepared lunch.
Carrying her to the table, the table was full of sumptuous lunches, but Zheng Ling didn’t show her liking.
In fact, since she was entangled with depression, her gastrointestinal tract will have anorexia. No matter what you eat, you will spit it out.
So her weight is as light as a swallow.
In order for her to eat a few more bites of rice, Jacob took the trouble to fry many varieties of vegetables every meal. Will also borrow Baidu to learn new dishes, but with little success.
Zheng Ling took a bite of the meatballs, and became nauseous and nauseous.
Jacob sighed in frustration. He hated that he didn’t know much about Zhengling before, and he knew too little about the food she liked.
Zheng Ling put down her chopsticks, and Jacob kindly coaxed, “Baby, have a few more meals, okay?”
Zheng Ling shook her head.
Jacob scooped out the yam porridge and coaxed her to eat a few bites. Seeing that Zheng Ling looked so painful, Jacob couldn’t bear to force her, so he gave up.
And he himself, because of Jiao Xin Zhengling’s health, became appetiteless.
The table was full of food but hardly moved. This situation is happening every day. Jacob’s heart was so uncomfortable that he really didn’t know how to describe it.