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He got up from his chair and clasped her chin. "What kind of magnanimity do you have in front of me now? If you were so generous, what did you do five years ago? "

He used a lot of strength, and her tears of pain were about to come out, but the strength in his hands did not decrease at all,

"at that time, how could you not hold Xiaoyi in your heart? How can we do everything possible to kill her? "

The jaw bone is about to be crushed.

She felt that she was about to die of pain, but she could only bear it and bear his anger without daring to speak.

She really wanted to explain, especially.

Just, does the explanation work?

Five years ago, how many times did she explain it? Did Sheng Youting believe it?

No, not once, so what else did she explain? What do you expect?

If he believed in himself once, she would not have fallen to the present.

So, can't she recognize the reality?

She laughed at herself.

"Nothing to say?"

His handsome face, full of deep viciousness, ruthless frightening, "willow, probably even you do not know, you pretend to look how disgusting."

When he said this, she didn't feel how painful the chest position was, just felt that there was a hole, the cold wind poured in, shivering.

She smile, smile miserable light, "Sheng Zong, I am a little sleepy, want to rest."

She's driving him away?

During this time, did he give her a face?

How dare she drive him away?

There is blood in the chest, and you can even feel the fishy sweet in the throat.

At this moment, he especially wanted to raise his hand and give her a slap to make her sober up and recognize his identity, but he was soft hearted.

His eyes reflected her small face, which was as pale as a dead man after she had bled Qin Shijia.

He had a sharp cut in his heart.

There was a lot of blood and a bad smell.

Unbelievable pain runs wild in the blood.

He was so hurt that he couldn't breathe, as if he was about to die of pain.

He hated the feeling. He hated it. He clutched her mandible with his fingers. His heart was bursting with resentment.

Maybe he felt that it was too painful, too unbearable, and he wanted her to have a taste of this feeling and let her follow him.

By what?

She's just a vicious murderer. What makes him so upset?

"Willow."

He looked at her hard, called her name, chest heavy ups and downs, breathing heavily, "why did you not die five years ago?"

She saw his grim expression and his disgusting eyes, as if she wanted to cut her to death at once.

The heart, a sudden contraction.

"You are the damned one

Why are you still alive? Why do you still have the face to live? "

Every word he uttered was unknowingly fierce, like the coldest sword and the most fierce sword. He didn't know whose heart was the bloody stab in the end.

"Didn't you make me live?"

Eyes sour, she forced back the tears that almost burst out of her eyes, "Sheng You Ting, don't you allow me to die?"

If I don't want to live, I don't want to

"Well..."

He knew what she wanted to say, and how what she said would hurt his heart.

He choked her lip with disgust and refused her a chance to speak. He could only utter a broken sob from his throat.

She stretched out her hand to push him, but his strength was amazing. She was easily imprisoned in her arms, making her unable to move.

Tears were suddenly falling.

Fall out of control.

She didn't want to cry, she didn't want to show her fragility in front of him, but she couldn't control her tears, so far, there was no way.

He tasted salty and bitter.

It's the smell of tears.

As if he had been stimulated, he suddenly looked up and looked at her face, his eyes full of shadows.

Her tearful appearance made his whole body stiff, as if he had been violently split by lightning, and his painful soul and body were separated.

It turned out that the most stinging thing was not her words, but her tears.

"I'm so tired of crying."

He got rid of her in disgust, smashed the incubator on the bedside table, turned around without saying a word, and walked out of the ward in a big stride.The door of the ward opened.

The light incandescent lamp outlines his upright posture.

He seemed to pause for a second in the light and shadow, but he didn't seem to stop at all, and he took the door directly.

The door closed with a light click.

She didn't want to see him, but buried her head deep in the pillow.

Whether it was five years ago or five years later, he did not have a second to believe her.

He asked her, why is she still alive?

Of course, she wants to live. She should not only live, but also live well. Otherwise, if she dies, who will find the truth for her?

She doesn't want to bear the crime of murder all her life. She has only one breath left, and she will try every means to wash away her injustice.

He tried every means to make him regret what he had done.

But in a few minutes, she was able to recover and lift her head from her pillow.

What's more important is that she doesn't allow herself to do so.

Her face was still wet with tears, but there were no more tears in her eyes. She took a paper towel to wipe her face, put herself in order, and then found out her mobile phone and dialed out a phone number.

A cold beep came from the receiver. It rang for a long time, but no one answered it until it hung up automatically.

I called again and no one answered.

She refused to give up and played many times.

Just when she was no longer hopeful, the phone was connected. The evil spirit reached the extreme, and the voice with great discernibility came from the receiver, "Tut, you are willing to call me back at last."

She has no spare time to spend, what's more, the other party is not stupid, she really doesn't need to beat around the Bush, which will appear affectation and disgusting.

"Chunan, can you do me a favor?" she asked

Of course, he can't wash his hair in the end of the bath