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Chapter 3 Gu Yinglian

Xia Zining's face turned pale, her hair was disheveled, and she stood disheveled in front of the mirror in the bathroom, her thin shoulders shrugging and sobbing.

She supported the countertop with one hand, and wiped the wound on her forehead with a cotton ball dipped in purple lotion against the light.

The silent tears in the godless eyes poured out of the bags under the eyes like a waterfall, flowed down the cheeks and gathered to the tip of the slightly raised chin, and then dripped onto the basin one by one.

At her feet, the Chihuahua that she had only adopted for three months whimpered softly, as if complaining for the master's grievances, and also as if comforting the lonely master.

The house was in a mess, as if it had just been ransacked by bandits.

In the living room, the LCD TV hanging on the wall was smashed into an irregular hole, like a grinning mouth, looking at everything in a mess like a mockery.

The vase on the cabinet was broken on the ground, reflecting the cold light under the light, and the craft flower arrangement inside was not spared. Although it was stepped on a few times, it is recovering bit by bit at this moment. undisturbed.

Although the cabinet-type air conditioner in the corner was not damaged obviously, it was crooked and awkward.

Looking carefully, the arc-shaped sides are slightly collapsed, and there are still fine human flesh flakes on it.Just over ten minutes ago, Xia Zining bumped her forehead there.

Parts of the remote control are scattered everywhere, and the combined fabric sofas are scattered here and there. A few feet, like a few crushed hearts.

Only the coffee table with a thick marble top was still standing in place.

Although the stainless-steel thermos cup placed on it was tilted to one side, and the magazines soaked in water were also pushed to the edge of the table by external force, the fruit plate had already flown to the balcony, and the bright Fuji apples were exhausted. Quietly huddled in the corner speechless.

When Xia Zining came out of the bathroom staggeringly, when she saw the crushed watermelon on the beige sofa cushion, she couldn't help feeling a pang of heartache, and her body shook violently.

Indeed, that piece of watermelon looked like a crushed heart.She stabilized her mind, moved her legs with great effort, and slowly came to the sofa to sit down, breathing like gossamer, her eyes fixed on the crushed watermelon without blinking.

The chihuahua was lying at her feet at the moment, looking at the mess in the house pitifully, looking up at the lifeless face of its owner, whimpering from time to time.

Xia Zining put her hand on her cheek in a daze, letting the tears flow down her knees, staring at that broken heart for a long, long time...

The well-behaved Chihuahua obviously understood the pain of its owner, and even though it was late at night, it still refused to get into its own den.

When the tears were running dry, a ray of dawn came in through the window and hit the hole in the LCD TV.

When Xia Zining turned her eyes there, she suddenly trembled as if she had received an electric shock. She wanted to stand up, but her legs were weak, and she seemed to be not listening to the command.

Only then did I realize that sitting for a long time had numb the nerves in my legs.She stood up, sighed pitifully, slowly stretched her legs, and beat the base of her thighs with numb hands.

Suddenly, she felt the pain in her right arm gradually lessen, so she tentatively reached for the apple under her feet.

The slightly stiff fingers pinched it, picked it up, and without wiping it, brought it to the mouth and took a bite. With a crisp sound, the cool juice instantly filled the mouth.

Her eyes were fixed on the hole in the TV, and she chewed the apple fiercely, as if she was venting and revenge.

She imagined that apple as the husband who was not as good as a pig and dog with whom she fought fiercely last night, eating his flesh and drinking his blood.

Sure enough, the guy slammed the door and went to that cheap roadside store again.

He can't afford the high-grade ones, even in such a cheap store, he can only order boiled peanuts and vegetarian skewers, and ruin his stomach with beer.

When he became addicted, he would go into the bathroom at home, yawn and cry, plug the latch, and secretly take some powder.

His income from running taxis all over the world was squandered like this.

Qin Wei's fan attraction was only discovered by her a month ago.

One morning, Xia Zining forgot to take her mobile phone with her when she went to work, walked halfway and turned back to pick it up, but saw the white pills in a small plastic bag on the coffee table.

At first she didn't know it was powder, but her husband suddenly rushed out of the bathroom in a panic, and grabbed the small plastic bag in his hand as if driven out of his soul.

Seeing this scene, Xia Zining's heart skipped a beat, she couldn't help being suspicious, she asked what kind of medicine it was, and was it worth being so nervous?
The husband was sweating on his forehead, he hesitated and said it was cold medicine.

But his flickering eyes and flustered demeanor gave away his whereabouts.

With her sense of smell, Xia Zining realized that it was definitely not an ordinary drug, she stretched out her hand and said with a cold face, "Let me see."

Qin Wei raised his hand and said with a forced smile: "Cold medicine, what is there to see?"

"Since it's cold medicine, why can't you read it, give it to me." Xia Zi said with a cold face.

Qin Wei suddenly yelled: "I said it was cold medicine, why do I still need to look at it?"

His stern voice not only didn't frighten Xia Zining, but strengthened her judgment even more.

The truth couldn't be more obvious, the more you don't let them see, the easier it is to make people suspicious.Xia Zining's almond-shaped eyes widened, staring at her husband like lightning.

But the husband turned his head away and simply sat down on the sofa, still holding the plastic bag tightly in his hand.

Xia Zining looked down at her watch, she was about to be late, and knew that she couldn't ask anything now, so she could only say, "I hope it's just cold medicine." After speaking, she hurried out the door.

The moment he knocked on the door, Qin Weicai let out a long sigh of relief, hurriedly stood up, went to the bathroom to lock the door, took off the tin foil from behind the mirror lamp, crushed the pills with a white porcelain wine glass, and sat on the toilet seat He poured the powder onto the tin foil, pinched it with one hand, and lit the lighter tremblingly with the other hand, and smoked it from the bottom.

A burst of light blue smoke rose, and he reached his nose and inhaled as much as possible into his lungs.

He leaned against the water tank and squinted his eyes for a while, his complexion gradually turned rosy.

Not long after, he stood up and hid the plastic bag and a set of utensils on the back panel of the mirror lamp.Only then did he go out to rush to take over the shift.

(End of this chapter)