Chapter 1089： Reality (4)

Chapter 1089, Reality (4)

He needs at least a little bit of time a day to deceive herself and she is still there.

Otherwise he can't live.

The heavy and excessive thoughts made him overwhelmed.

His personality does not allow him to have the idea of ​​wanting to die. He is a mixed person, strong, and never a shackle.

Death can't die.

If he commits suicide directly, he looks down on himself.

I have never had a hard time, so I have been so hard.

Fu Beizhe’s eyes were cold and indifferent, and he said, “Get out.”

The couple immediately got up and went out.

The remaining woman, seeing Fu Beizhe holding a gun, also got up in battle and then walked to the door.

Just walked to the door.

A bullet hit her feet.

The woman was scared to scream again and again, and immediately ran out of the belt and climbed out. It is estimated that Fu Beizhe would not dare to be half-small.

Look at the back like Bai Weiwei.

Fu Beizhe’s eyes were so terrible that he couldn’t help but shoot at the back.

His Wei Wei will not be so timid.

She braved his bullets into the door, to be his wife's woman.

Fu Beizhe took everyone away. He stayed for a while and sat down slowly.

The sky is terrible.

Those gorgeous furnishings, as well as table chairs, are no different from four years ago.

He has not changed his furnishings.

Even the box where the white Weiwei placed things, the wardrobe, and the jewelry box are still in the room.

The house is obviously her thing, but over time.

Her breath is still weak, far away.

Fu Beizhe took out the smoke and quietly pumped it up.

In the meantime, he seemed to see Bai Weiwei coming down the stairs.

Dressed in his choice of white cheongsam, the calf is very beautiful, step by step and swaying from the stairs gracefully down.

Her face is delicate, like the magnolia flower on the window sill. When she smiles, her eyes are beautiful stars.

He stayed and watched, the pain of these years, all melted in her eyes.

Fu Beizhe didn't even dare to speak out, and the intellectual part of his mind was abandoned.

At this moment, he could not bear to disturb himself and could not bear to break these unrealistic fantasies.

She walked down the stairs, her footsteps were slow, but far away.

Fu Beizhe saw that she slowly disappeared into the air.

She didn't even make a sound, just a phantom left in the house.

More like he is obscenity.

Fu Beizhe took a sip of smoke, a sudden tingling in the chest and lungs, and the sharp pain made him cough up.

He is a man who has always been pragmatic.

I did not expect that one day I would love fantasy so much.

Others say that Fu Shaoshuai's hobbies are different.

Others invited the troupe to sing at home, and he asked the singer to imitate his dead wife at home.

He does not care about these gossips.

But as time went on, even the skills could not keep him stable.

When he fought, he was relatively simple, life and death, and the instinct of survival made him suppress his thoughts.

But after the war was over, he did not have room to escape.

Fu Beizhe endured a cough and smoked a cigarette, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He touched his face and was tears.

Fu Beizhe pulled the corner of his mouth, "the sac, waste."

He is jealous of himself. There is a fart for crying.

She is no longer there, who is distressed.

Fu Beizhe saw the window open and the snow fell.

The weather was very cold. He wiped his tears if nothing had happened and went to close the window.

After all, if the weather is cold and the window is not closed, the temperature in the room will drop and fall... she will get sick.

(End of this chapter)