Shen Qingqing was picked up like a puddle of mud.
She opened her eyes slightly.
Seeing that the person in front of him was not the one he wanted to see, he closed his eyes again.
“Shen Qingqing, talk to me, how come you have this thing.”
Shen Qingqing was like a broken puppet, at the mercy of her hands.
Bo Wanhua threw her to the ground fiercely.
Then he left the room.
The manager of Fanhua was at a loss for what to do when he saw Shen Qingqing lying on the ground, not knowing whether she was dead or alive.
Bo Wanhua went to her office.
She didn't turn on the light.
The whole person disappeared in the darkness.
She sat in her office chair, holding the small glass bottle in her hand.
Tears streamed down my face.
Her memory suddenly pulled her back to decades ago.
At that time, Bai Qinghuan was invited to perform at the University Theater.
She was sitting in the audience.
The performance that day was "Silang Visits His Mother".
One of the plots is that Yang Silang and Tie Jing Gong became husband and wife.
It was Su Yan who played Tie Jing Gong on the stage at that time.
When Bo Wanhua saw this scene, she felt jealous.
After the show was over, she insisted on getting married with Bai Qinghuan.
Bai Qinghuan just doted on her and let her do whatever she wanted.
The two people each pulled out a few strands of hair, tied them with red ropes, and tied them together.
Place in a small transparent glass jar.
Bo Wanhua remembered that the small glass jar was buried under a century-old ginkgo tree on the campus.
After Bai Qinghuan's death.
Bo Wanhua had looked for it in that place before.
I want to dig something out and keep it as a keepsake.
But the century-old ginkgo trees were all dug out.
But the small glass bottle was not found.
Bo Wanhua didn't expect that the old things from that year would appear here.
Su Yan must have taken it away secretly back then.
Bo Wanhua thought of Bai Qinghuan.
The overflowing emotions also began to become uncontrollable.
Brother Bai, ever since you left me.
I feel like this world is like hell.
I often dream of you dying tragically in front of me, and I hate this world.
Every minute and every second is excruciating.
Especially when I saw Bo Jinxiu.
He is like a ghost, a constant reminder of the cruel life in those days.
And the way you died tragically.
So I want revenge on this rotten world. I want to be the perpetrator of violence in this world. Only when I see everyone suffering can I feel a little better.
But I'm tired now, I have nothing left.
But I can lose to anyone, but I can never lose to that bastard.
It is clearly a seed of evil, but now it is covered with the cloak of righteousness.
The whole world seemed to be on his side.
It's really ironic.
But does someone like him deserve happiness?
His happiness is the greatest irony of our tragic fate.
I will never let him have his way.
I will make him lose his love forever, make him taste the most painful punishment in the world, and then take him to hell with me.
The other side.
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