His Vengeful Ex-Wife

At the thought of the picture his mother showed him, Fu Mu Zhong was furious.

Mingming shouldn't be like this. Mingming didn't get so angry when he saw Tang poetry taken away by Bo Ye last time. Why is it like this today Do you feel cheated

Tang poetry, under your guise, what is your heart like?

Who is the man in the picture?!

When Tang poetry heard Fu Muzhong's words, her face turned pale. She whispered, "Fu Muzhong Don't you believe me? "

Fu Muzhong didn't speak for a long time before he said, "Tang poetry, have you ever cheated me? Are you using my background? "

What a ridiculous question.

Tang Shi's eyes were red with a smile. "Fu Muzhong, I said I didn't, do you believe it?"

Do you believe it?

Fu Muzhong didn't reply, only the man's long breath came. Tang Shi suddenly understood. She gave a low smile, as if fearless. Finally, she gave up Fu Muzhong's defense.

"In that case, I have nothing to say. Thank you for your patience. I won't trouble you any more. Good night, Fu Muzhong

Good night, Fu Muzhong.

This phone call is like the last farewell. Tang poetry is a little hoarse, and Fu Mu finally hears the Silent Farewell.

His heart was suddenly occupied by a huge panic lock. He just felt that something was not firmly grasped, so he left himself. When he wanted to understand where his inner uneasiness came from, the back of Tang poetry appeared in his mind.

Then, diddidi's tone came, and the call was hung up.

Fu Muzhong grabs the mobile phone and is stunned in situ. The man's delicate face is a bit frightened. For the first time, he showed a panic like a child.

What Fu Muzhong doesn't know is that long after, because of his unbearable misunderstanding, he will toss and turn for a long time to sleep. He will repeatedly hope for a woman he can't get in the middle of the night.

*******

it's raining heavily.

Tang Shi stared out of the window, only to feel that his life had been muddled, unable to distinguish between day and night.

Tang Yi's death is undoubtedly a great blow to her. Tang Shi curls herself up on the bed and slowly curls up into the posture of a newborn baby. Her brain is in chaos, and her consciousness is also absent from time to time. She always feels that she is not living in reality, as if she is still in a dream.

She seems to be able to hear Tang Yi's voice and see his face.

But the truth mercilessly dragged her into the cold darkness. She kept waking up, and kept letting herself fall into conjecture.

I can't live Live on It's hard It's really hard

Tang poetry doesn't know how to tide over this difficulty. The reality has completely destroyed her. There is no hope for her future. There is no life to speak of.

I don't know when it began to rain outside. Just like the day when it was destroyed by thin night five years ago, the sound of rain beating on the window was really fierce. Tang Shi looked at the heavy rain outside and rushed out regardless of everything. She ran wildly in the rain, as if to vent all her unhappiness and hatred.

Thin night Do you have any regrets in your heart? How can you give back my desperate life? How are you going to give it back to me?!

With a mobile phone, Tang Shi finds herself in a deserted street. All the shops on the street are closed, and only one cafe is light.

The light seemed to illuminate her dark heart. Tang poetry came close and wanted to go in to hide from the rain.

Her figure swayed for a moment, and the next second, there was a shadow in front of her.

The man stood beside her with an umbrella, looking at her wet appearance. Her hair was wet, and along with her clothes, it was close to the curve of her body.

Su Qi is holding the umbrella behind her. She has a very respectful smile on her evil face. Her blue-green eyes are like a good grandmother. She is very beautiful.

His voice is frivolous, but natural and unrestrained -

"how come every time I meet you, it's when you're desperate?"