His Vengeful Ex-Wife

Tang poetry walks alone in the narrow corridor, first walking, then galloping, and then running, until it rushes out of the terrible metal building shouting all kinds of electronic music, until its figure is engulfed by the night again.

She seems to be trying her best to run at the end of the dark. All the satire rises at this moment. She laughs, flustered and rampant. Behind her, a man follows her and grabs her.

There is no turning back in Tang poetry.

But the man's voice stuck to her back, sharp as a steel needle, and the sting was all over her body at this time.

She turned back, no longer bear, a slap in the face of thin night.

It's really Funny man.

Hit also hit, scold also scold, Tang Shi light smile a, then pull out his cold hand, gently poke poke thin night's chest.

This action, however, is like a giant hammer digging in his chest, until the blood flows, and the heart counts the seconds.

Woman word by word, interrupted Bo Ye to say all the retention and explanation, she seems to understand the man with what to do, but what's the use? This tenderness can't offset the days when she lived for him again and again!

Tang poetry seems to use language as a weapon to dismember all the defenses of Bo Ye.

She said.

"The old feuds between you and me have not been settled yet. You don't need to mention my old feelings for you any more."

Since then, thin night, I love you a, when a joke, heard it.

At that moment, ten thousand arrows pierce the heart, not to thin night heart pain.

At the next moment, Tang Shi reaches for a car and gets into the taxi. She is clearly covered with liquor, and she is so embarrassed in front of the public. But when she stands up again, she still raises her chin, as proud and precious as five years ago. All the people, all the people, are in her eyes, just turning into a light sneer.

The car left quickly, as if someone was rushing. Watching Tang Shi leave him, Bo Ye subconsciously stretched out the palm of her hand. He once held her wrist, but now the palm is full of air.

Nothing.

It's not like this Once Tang poetry would not show that kind of eyes to him, the indifferent and sarcastic eyes when they left, just like there was nothing left between them.

Aware of this idea, thin night suddenly laughed, between them, what ever?

Tang Shi loved him so deeply that he could carry everything for him once. How many times did such a strong love, such a love that lasts till death, suffer from injury and destruction before it turned into such a cold resistance with pain and hatred today?

It seems that the feeling of losing something is particularly intense. At this moment, with a rapid attitude towards the thin night, the man was forced to turn pale by this feeling, and subconsciously looked up at the already empty road.

The night wind blowing, with whose sigh, towards this never night city more dark corner.

As Tang Shi was sitting in a taxi, she kept passing the street lights on the side of the road. The lights flashed over her face. It was hard to see them clearly.

At this moment, the woman clenched her fingers. Although she was trembling, her eyes were surprisingly bright, just like a dying person's last glance at the world. Her eyes were like a flame burning her whole world.

Thin night, you just rely on me to still love you, henceforth, love not under then hate, hate not to die!

In this world, who wants to come to a good end!