Make up, dream?

She hung up.

Tangchengguo stared at his mobile phone, some of whom couldn't believe it.

She hung up on him again!

Tian Meng came over. "Sister Tang, who is it this time?"

"Nothing, a madman."

"Oh..."

Tian Meng scratched his hair, and some crazy people would call?

……

Some people are happily preparing for the birthday party. Some people are shivering in a dark corner, like rats in a smelly pool. They are dirty and full of hatred.

After Qu Wanqian was hidden in the snow, the public's attention to her has been increasingly reduced. At first, there were still fans remembering her, but over time, she no longer appeared in the public eye, and the fans also liked other people. No one remembers her anymore.

Now the only people who remember her are the relatives of Mr. Xue and his son. Every day, they come to Qu Wanqian's room to splash paint, dung and sulfuric acid. They torture her in a variety of ways.

She called the police, but they had already said hello to the police. Everyone knew that Qu Wanqian had been involved in the original marriage, but the other party died of depression. In addition, the original relatives said that they would not hurt her life, but would only torture her repeatedly.

Physical torture is too cheap for her. She should be mentally tortured every day!

"These bitches! They want to hide me in the snow. Dream! When I find another backer, I will trample you all under my feet! Let you be trampled by people and spoiled by people! I can't lift my head all my life, Tang Qingge bitches! Tang Mengqian bitches!"

Qu Wanqian was huddled in the corner of the room. Her clothes hadn't been changed for some time. She smelled sour. Her face was haggard, her body was bloated, and she was still clutching the stale bread in her hand. Her eye sockets were deeply sunken, her eyes were thick with dark circles, her hair was disorderly and withered, and her dark bright eyes looked around, as if someone around was hurting her.

The two bangs on the door sounded, and her voice screamed sharply. Outside the door, she began to beat the iron door again and again. The sound of the iron bar hitting the iron door stimulated her nerves and made her scream constantly.

The stench of feces flowed in from the bottom of the door. She shrank back in fear, holding her hair in her hands, crying and shouting, like a neuropathy, crying and Howling like a ghost.

"Bad guys! Get out! I'm not afraid of you!"

"When I find my backer, I will buckle all the excrement pots on your head!"

She yelled in the house. Outside, she was hired to leave after the fecal SPLASHERS finished their work every day. She also went downstairs to get a salary of 300 yuan. She thought that there was no more comfortable job in the world.

Qu Wanqian lay on the ground and gave out a terrible laugh of "Jie Jie". Her eyes were fixed on the door and she laughed like crazy, "are you afraid of me? I knew you must be afraid of me, hahaha..."

She lay on the ground, laughing and crying.

The living room is messy and dirty, and the smell of stench is floating in the air. The TV hanging on the wall is broadcasting the latest headlines, "Mr. tangchengguo, President of Tang Group, will hold a birthday party at the end of this month. It is reported that miss tangmengqian, daughter of Tang Chengguo, will play piano music for president Tang at the birthday party..."

Qu Wanqian's eyes are fixed on the TV screen. On the TV screen, Tang Mengqian's photos are on the screen in the north. She is smiling, gentle and quiet.