His Vengeful Ex-Wife

Tang Shi was discharged from hospital.

Bo Ye thinks that Tang Shi has calmed down for a while, and watches her return to the ward and lie down quietly. Unexpectedly, all this is pretending. Pretend she's all right.

Then she went to the company on a thin night, and Tang Shi went through the discharge procedures for herself. She cleaned herself up, wiped her wounds, and had her make-up done. She was very calm.

It's like the last moment of a dying person.

When she was discharged from hospital, Tang Shi was in a hurry. She bought a cake on her way home. When she got home, she cleaned up the house. Then she cooked a table of vegetables, put the cake in the middle, put in a candle, and quietly watched the candle burn out.

It was as if her life was burning.

Tang Shi stared at the candle for a long time and then whispered, "happy birthday, brother."

Sorry, I can't accompany you for your birthday And your life will stay at 27 forever.

Tang Shi didn't cry. He sat down and began to eat by himself. Then he cut the cake and put it in a small piece. This is for Tang Wei. If he knew that he couldn't catch up with his uncle's birthday, he would clamor to eat the cake.

Tang Shi can't send it to Bo's home. She can't face Bo's night any more.

Once faced, the pain and hatred in her heart will turn her into a devil. Bo Ye, the man who ruined her life, is a nightmare that she can't escape with all her strength!

Tang poetry is occupied by sadness and pain. From the initial shock to the later exhaustion, she seems to have exhausted all her strength, fighting against the bitter night.

Only at this time, when she was alone in silence, that kind of pain, which was as detailed and huge as the tide, was suddenly used to her, the most helpless and desperate, but the silence was terrible.

It turns out that the real despair is not crying, but so lifeless.

Tang Shi reddened her eyes and packed up the table when she was full. She tried to laugh, but the corners of her mouth were too heavy. She finally sat back on the sofa and buried her head in her palm. She twitched her body like a trapped animal and gave out a suppressed roar.

It's like yelling through your soul.

At this time, Tang Shi thought of a person who might help her hand over the cake to Tang Wei. So Tang Shi went to touch her mobile phone, only to find that it had been smashed in front of Bo's house. She I don't have any communication tools.

Tang Shi was silent for a long time and decided to go out. She picked a mobile phone at random in a mobile phone store downstairs and bought a new number. She went upstairs and came home, found her business card and dialed the number.

After a long time, the opposite was connected. Fu Muzhong's voice sounded colder than usual. He asked, "who is it?"

Tang poetry has many thoughts in mind, and finally said, "Fu Muzhong, it's me, I'm Tang poetry."

The name of Tang poetry seems to affect a certain nerve in Fu Mu's brain. The man's eyes were deep and asked subconsciously, "how did you change this mobile phone number?"

"I..." Tang Shi didn't know how to explain, "my mobile phone broke In front of Bo's house, I I have something to ask you... "

Bo's house?

Why is Tang poetry still entangled with Bo Ye when it comes to this point?

Fu muzong's anger, which he didn't know where, occupied his mind. No, he shouldn't have been angry. He's not such a person who can be easily affected

But what he said subconsciously from his mouth completely exposed his anger, "Tang Shi, do you need to respect yourself a little bit, why do you go to Boye again?"