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She didn't want to admit her mistake or admit defeat, but she had no way.

Sheng Youting wants to die Mengmeng. Even if Mengmeng was raised by him, she doesn't dare to gamble. He is a pervert and can do anything.

She is different from Sheng Youting. Her blood is not cold. She can't help watching Meng Meng die.

The lion, though only an animal, treated her better than her father.

When she is hungry, it feeds her with wild food. When she is injured, it picks herbs and digs ginseng for her. When she has no water to drink and no place to bathe, it finds water for her.

Afraid of her danger, it guarded her all night and night, afraid that she would be bitten by snakes. It kept yelling to remind her that it rained and covered her with its own body. She was so sick and burned that she was in a daze. It was more anxious than anyone else to carry her out of the forest and find Sheng Youting for help. There were too many.

Sometimes animals are more lovely than people.

But for people like Sheng You Ting, she thinks that even animals are inferior.

She opened her eyes, through the hazy tears, looked at the man on her, on his eyes which could not read the emotion. Her lips closed one by one, mechanically like a string puppet, making a hoarse and desperate voice,

"I was wrong, I admit it was wrong."

"It's over if you say no, you have to be stubborn with me."

He released the hand holding her jaw, took back the leg that had been pressed on her, got up from the bed, pulled out the wet tissue paper on one side, and wiped his fingers carefully, "Cheng Chi, take the gun back."

"Yes, young master."

After wiping his hands, he threw the wipes on the woman and said indifferently, "wipe the tears away."

The woman is silent, just big big big tears, eyes empty, and before in the video dimple like flowers in the shape of a sharp contrast.

When he saw it, he suddenly felt upset, and even something was blocked in his chest. His anger was still not smooth, and he even felt that it was difficult to breathe.

He lifted his hand to loosen his tie, and rudely pulled off the two buttons on the collar of his shirt. He still didn't feel comfortable. He couldn't help yelling at the woman, "don't cry!"

She blinked her eyes in pain, and then forced the tears back.

"I told you to wipe away your tears, didn't you hear me?"

She still didn't speak, just mechanically took the wipes and wiped the tears on her face.

He took out a cigarette impatiently, lit it and took a few puffs. "Don't cry in front of me, I'm bored to death!"

He was disgusted to throw out such a sentence, and then walked out of the room.

When he saw her crying, he should be happy. Didn't he like to see her cry?

But why, he was not happy at all.

He finally completely smashed her stubbornness, destroyed her stubbornness, trampled on her self-esteem, but why, he was not happy?

Out of the room, he caught a glimpse of the lion crouching in the corner.

The lion also saw him, and seemed very unhappy. He immediately stepped back and turned his head to one side.

He smoked a cigarette, indifferent to the lion way, "go in to accompany her."

The lion quickly got up from the ground and got into the room from his side.

He took the door, wrung eyebrows to go out, "to the imperial capital."

"Yes, young master."

Cheng Chi goes to drive.

"Young master."

Gu Jinxi has been kneeling on the ground. When the man walks by him, she can't help shouting.

The man's footstep does not stop, "oneself goes to receive the punishment."

Gu Jin Xi was relieved, "yes, young master."

If the young master can say two words to her, he will not expel her.

She knew that she had been with him since childhood, and he would not be so cruel to her.

When Sheng You ting and Cheng Chi disappear in sight, Gu Jin Xi gets up from the ground and stares at the closed door. Her hands are clenched into fists, and the hatred in her eyes becomes more and more.

Blame that bitch.

In the future, she will not let her feel better.

In this world, only she Gu Jinxi stands beside the young master, and she is the only one.

Liu Liu, I'm not qualified.

In the room, Liu Liu lies on the big bed, staring at the ceiling.

She finally gave in.

Finally, he personally sent his self-esteem to Sheng Youting's feet and let him step on it.

She clearly did nothing wrong, but she admitted that she was wrong, more than once, more than once apologized.

She raised her hand and touched the position of her chest. It was empty, even more empty than the position without the kidney. It was as if her heart and lungs had been completely dug away, leaving only an empty body.

Sheng Youting, thank you for taking what I have left.

Let me from now on, finally can have no scruples, no longer need to care about that poor self-esteem.She looked at the ceiling and laughed with unbridled laughter. The tears of laughter were like beads falling off the line, falling constantly.

Meng Meng is on the side, rubbing her head against her feet. It seems to be able to feel her sadness, and the voice of sobbing constantly comes from her throat.

"Meng Meng."

She hugged its neck, called its name, wanton cry, crying with unspeakable sadness and grievance.

"Wuwu..."

Meng Meng rubbed her and comforted her.

She buried her head deeply in the mane of his neck, and finally, exhausted by crying, she put her pillow on the lion's soft and fluffy stomach and fell asleep.

In the dream, she was like a dead brain. She couldn't think why God should treat her so cruelly. She couldn't think why Sheng Youting was so paranoid that she didn't believe her, but believed those so-called evidences.

She was innocent, wronged and framed. She yelled countless times and broke her throat. No one would believe her, or even suffered cruel abuse.

It is clear that the evidence can be falsified. If Sheng Youting is willing to believe her completely and completely, then once again and thoroughly, the truth can be found out.

But his paranoia is terrible, as long as he identified things, no one can change, he wholeheartedly thinks that he is the murderer, that he found someone to kill Sheng Xiaoyi.

So he wanted to torture her, not only her body, but also her heart.

Why, why did she suffer from this?

Why? Why? Why?

She suddenly opened her eyes, the bend of her brain was still unable to turn, she could not understand, and then she fell ill and became mad.

She sometimes exaggerated laughter, and then wanton cry, a moment to lift the bed of the quilt torn, while smashing the things in the room, even Meng Meng anxious to bite her skirt, she was unconscious.

She seemed to be trapped in a magic barrier and went crazy. She kept crying and asking why. Finally, she even smashed the bathroom door with a chair and made a violent sound, which was especially clear in the silent night.