Nightmare Attack

"I just happened to be passing by. Lin Wan'er gently brushed the broken hair beside her ear with her hand, "Piruan heard that you haven't had breakfast yet, please, I must bring it to you. "

It's not that a family doesn't stay in the same house. The fat man secretly thought, maybe he learned all these things about being a doctor from Boss Lin.

Fortunately, the Pi Ruan family has a big business, otherwise he would go bankrupt if he followed this method.

But the fat man glanced at the doctor.

The doctor just lowered his head to eat in silence, and he almost didn't touch the spicy crayfish and cheese-baked lobster, the doctor's favorite dishes.

Just drinking porridge and slowly chewing on the tortillas in the lunch box.

Chew it bit by bit.

He doesn't seem to be in a good mood.

Fatty guessed that he was stimulated by the nightmare. After all, he watched his teammates die one by one. Their survival this time was due to everyone's efforts.

This responsibility also made Fatty very depressed.

After pulling hard on a crab leg and peeling it off, the fat man was about to hand it to the doctor, but as soon as he raised his hand, he heard Jiang Cheng say: "I won't eat it."

He paused for a moment, his eyes a little confused. He originally wanted to give the crab legs to Boss Lin, but he felt it wasn't very polite, so he had to put them on his plate.

Looking at the doctor quietly, the fat man felt that something was wrong with him.

Something is very wrong.

After eating, the fat man took the initiative to clean up. The doctor said he was tired, so he went up to rest first.

To Fatty's surprise, he packed up the remaining dishes and put them behind the refrigerator and walked out of the kitchen. Boss Lin was still there and did not leave.

She was sitting on the sofa, with the sun shining in from the window, half of her face exposed to the sun, and her light makeup was breathtakingly beautiful.

As if sensing that someone was looking at her again, Lin Wan'er slowly turned her head and met the fat man's gaze. The latter panicked and stammered: "No, no, no, no."

Lin Wan'er seemed to be used to this kind of scene, and asked: "Is there any more coffee?"

"Yes." The fat man immediately ran back to the kitchen, found the high-end coffee sent by Pi Ruan, and then made a pot for Boss Lin.

I used a brand new coffee pot sent by Pi Ruan.

"Aren't you going to drink?" After taking a sip, Lin Waner narrowed her eyes and looked at the fat man sitting opposite her.

The fat man put his hands on his knees honestly, acting very well-behaved.

Being so close to Boss Lin, the fat man felt a slight pain in his neck without realizing it. It might have been the root cause of the disease last time.

"I won't drink it yet." The fat man licked his lips and replied respectfully: "Boss Lin, if you find it bitter, I'll add some sugar to you."

The woman in front of her had a fatal temptation in her every move and gesture. Her eyebrows, eyes and lips seemed to have been outlined with a brush, giving her the texture of an ink painting.

What's even more rare is the pervasive charm left by the years.

But the strange thing is that Boss Lin is very young and does not look like a woman who should have such charm. Time has not left any trace on her face at all.

Seemingly knowing that it was disrespectful to stare at people like this, the fat man forced himself to look away and look in another direction.

"Wang Fugui." Lin Wan'er suddenly spoke.

"Yes, Boss Lin." The fat man nodded. He was waiting for Boss Lin's next words. Although he was not smart, he could feel that the reason why Boss Lin stayed was because he had something to say to him.

"How long have you known Xiaocheng?"

small town

Boss Lin was probably the only one who dared to call a doctor that way. The fat man thought for a while and replied: "Less than a month."

Lin Wan'er's blood-red lips formed a frightening smile, "How do you know each other?"

"I ran into some trouble, and it was the doctor who saved me." He changed his mind.

Naturally, she couldn't tell Boss Lin about the nightmare. This was for her own good.

But just as he was racking his brains to figure out what to do next, something unexpected happened to him.

Boss Lin actually did not continue to ask this question.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fatty decided to change the subject from defense to offense.

"Boss Lin." The fat man asked very curiously: "How did you and the doctor meet? I feel that the doctor respects you very much."

"Really?" Lin Wan'er took a sip of coffee, leaving the fat man with an incomprehensible smile, "I am his guardian."

The fat man frowned when he heard this.

guardian

This title gave Fatty the feeling that the doctor was being imprisoned by the woman in front of him. However, Fatty felt it was unrealistic to imprison the doctor.

And this title is mostly used by parents to their children.

Looking at Boss Lin's young and attractive face, Fatty couldn't connect the two.

"Xiaocheng was abandoned when he was very young. He grew up in an orphanage." Lin Wan'er's voice was pleasant, but the story she told made Fatty heartbroken. "Since then, his parents and family have never been together again." appeared."

"I remember the doctor said he was an orphan." Fatty said.

"He always treats those who abandon him as dead." Lin Waner took a sip of coffee and said with a smile, "You have been in contact with him for a while, so you should be able to feel it."

Recalling the nightmares in which he often brought up his parents and swore, the fat man swallowed and thought to himself that he had finally found the reason.

"What happens after that?" he asked cautiously.

"Then the old director of the orphanage died, and without anyone to run it, it closed down. All the children who could be given away were given away, and in the end there were only a dozen or so children left."

It can be seen that the woman is also quite resistant to recalling these things, but her face is very calm, as calm as the night before the storm. "These children are not very likable. They can't be said to be naughty, but they are simply not likable." "Other children all rush over to show off when they see couples who are willing to adopt. Some sing, some dance, and at the very least, they have to show some cleverness and tell a few interesting stories to attract the attention of the adopters." "That way they can leave this place earlier." As if recalling the situation of the welfare home at that time, Lin Wan'er sighed slightly. "In less than three months, we sent away more than 70 children one after another. The originally huge welfare home became less and less populated, and finally only a dozen were left."

"These children are not likable. They are relatively cold and don't like to interact with people. The most they do is stare out the window in a daze, and they can be silent all day long." Lin Wan'er said: "From sunrise to sunset."

"Who would like such children?" Lin Wan'er said softly: "Over time, no one comes anymore. The people who adopted them before are saying that the remaining children in the welfare home have brain problems. They don't know how to communicate, lack emotions, and have extremely cold personalities. Once they are taken home, they may become monsters when they grow up."