Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

The "last words" words were heartfelt, and Su Quin's hand holding the fruit knife was shaking more and more. She looked at Wen Rongqi and burst into tears.

"Xiao Qi, Mom really gave her life back to you. You must forgive Mom, otherwise you won't feel at ease when Mom dies. A child shouldn't have hatred."

Wen Rongqi looked at Su Quin, blinked his eyes, and sat there with his back straight, like a primary school student who was seriously listening to class. He glanced at Su Quin's wrist resting on Bo Jian, smiled at her, nodded, looking like So innocent.

"At that time, I will ask Dad to collect it for you>

But things have come to this point, she is really hard to get off. [

Su Que's hand holding the fruit knife kept trembling, with the thin blade facing her wrist. She looked at the thin blade, which seemed to be sharp with a cold light. Her hand was shaking more and more. on the ground.

As the fruit knife fell to the ground, Su Que seemed to be relieved, she turned her head and cried to Wen Rongqi and said, "Mom can't bear you, my hand slipped just now, so I'll pick it up right away."

She picked up the fruit knife with trembling hands. She looked at all the people present at this time. Everyone looked at her dumbly. Even Mr. Su looked at her with eyes like torches. Personally, even the grandfather who has always loved her would not stop.

After waiting for a long time, Su Que hadn't picked up the fruit knife. Wen Rongyan, who was standing beside her, walked over obediently, picked up the fruit knife for Su Que, put the handle in her palm, and pointed the thin blade at his wrist. direction.

He pursed his lips innocently and smiled at Su Qun. The sunlight outside the window seemed to cast a layer of bright white light behind Wen Rongyan. His light and shallow innocent smile was extremely cute and pure.

"Soon, it'll be done if you draw down." When Wen Rongyan said this, he was holding Su Qun's wrist, and his five little fingers were white and waxy, talking childishly, "It's here, as long as you exert your strength, Xiao Qi and I will forgive you."

Wen Rongyan is still Wen Rongyan, his words are still childish, his small face is still porcelain white, his head is still small, a perfect little Zhengtai, but his words are like a demon from a dark hell.

Following Wen Rongyan's hand, the fruit knife slowly moved to Su Que's wrist, and the thin blade began to press against the wrist where blood vessels were visible due to Wen Rongyan's strength, and she gradually felt the thin blade pressing against the skin.

The thin blade had already scratched a small bloodstain on her hand, Wen Rongyan let go of Su Qun's hand, and smiled innocently, the small red lips opened and closed, very beautiful.

"Hey, that's it, just swipe hard and lightly, and that's it."

Maybe Wen Rongyan's voice was too ghostly, or Su Que herself was frightened by the bloodstain, she threw the fruit knife in her hand forward, sat with her legs bent in the middle of the hall and cried.

Surrounded by indifferent onlookers, letting her cut her wrists in the middle alone, now, she looks very desolate.

As soon as she threw it away, old man Su sighed in disappointment, and the tension in Qin Jing's throat suddenly relaxed, but mixed emotions overflowed.

She chose not to stop it because she knew that no one would die within a few hours after cutting her wrist;

Mr. Su chose not to stop, perhaps because he wanted to see if his granddaughter was really a responsible person;

The old lady didn't stop, or really hoped that Su Que would pay for the wrongs her great-grandson suffered.

Let's not think about what the two children think for now.