The president's seven-night ex-wife

All she thought was that Qingcheng could live a good life and live a good life.

If something happened to Qingcheng, Tong Huan couldn't imagine what would happen to him.

Qingcheng leaned against Tonghuan's arms, her beautiful face exuded a radiance that didn't fit the patient at the moment, Qingcheng's beauty said, "Tonghuan, don't be sad, okay? Xiaocheng is just going to another place, another place where there is no sadness." In this world, life is too tiring and tiring. Xiaocheng has struggled long enough and is really too tired now. It’s not because of him. He is no longer worthy of my care. All I think about now is to sleep well One sleep, and then one sleepless night!"

Qingcheng spoke slowly, with such a gentle and quiet tone.

Tong Huan cried silently, unable to say anything, but shook his head vigorously, trying to deny the fact of this moment.

She knew that Qingcheng looked innocent, innocent and cute, but in fact she had a clear mind, and if she made up her mind to do something, she would definitely do it.

Even if you want to leave, you are so firm.

But Tong Huan was really scared, too scared, too scared.

Her belief is Allure.

If Qingcheng is gone and she loses her faith, how should she live.

She was flustered.

The woman who has always been calm, now feels chaotic and painful, the pain of a piece of her body being gouged out, the pain of tearing a piece of flesh from you...

That's not something Tong Huan can bear.

Lincoln is dead.

Qingcheng, may I not leave.

It's not that Qingcheng doesn't understand Tonghuan's persistence. She looked at Tonghuan and said: "Our family Tonghuan is so beautiful and smart, there must be many people who like it. Xiaocheng is gone, but there are more people who will accompany you. By Tonghuan's side."

"But...but all of them are not you!"

Weeping with joy and sorrow.

In the face of death, she was so powerless.

Life is a huge miracle, and death can end this kind of magic, and he is even more powerful.

Qingcheng said: "Tonghuan, don't be sad. Live a good life, you must find someone who loves you very much, and then live a lifetime...promise me..."

Tong Huan nodded quickly: "Okay, I promise you, can you stay with me, okay? I will bring him to see you, the person who loves Tong Huan very much to see you..."

Qingcheng smiled: "Well, okay, Tonghuan, so obedient, always so obedient, how nice..."

Qingcheng said, closing her eyes gently.

Like a very tired person, he closed his eyes slightly and fell asleep.

Known daughter Moruomu.

The person in the world who knows how to have fun the most is actually Qingcheng.

Qingcheng knows that with Tong Huan's temperament, as long as others treat her a little better, she will be very kind to others, even if that one bit of indifference brings nine points of harm, she won't care.

She is so sharp that she can easily tell the good from the bad.

So, even if Qingcheng forced her to do things that she didn't want to do since she was a child, she still accepted it obediently. She is really a child, working very hard, trying her best to make adults satisfied with her...

Such a relationship, you must find a man who loves you very much!

She thought softly, then left this world with a smile.

The woman who fell into Tong Huan's arms was only 37 years old, and she was extremely beautiful.

What a young life.

She once made the whole Yuncheng crazy about him, she once fell in love with a bad man passionately, she once raised a smart child and forced her to learn various things...

She died the same day the man she loved the most died.

Not a martyrdom, more like a martyrdom.

"Tonghuan, auntie, already gone!"

Chu Li announced.

In fact, the injury was not serious, the knife did not penetrate any fatal organs, even if there was no rescue, it could survive for a long time.

However, Qingcheng went almost immediately.

Because her dearest person died, she didn't seem to mind, but she still cared in her heart.

He is dead, therefore, she is dead!

Qingcheng didn't admit this, but Chu Li knew it, and Tong Huan knew it too.

Now there is no one who can stop Qingcheng's death.

She has always been a passionate and flamboyant woman, even if the love is so bad, she is willing to enjoy it.

Thinking about it, Tong Huan shed tears silently.

Falling in love with Chen Xiuyi is so unworthy, so unsatisfactory, but Qingcheng has not only sunk deep into the mud, but has even sunk for a long time.

Tong Huan didn't understand it before, but it wasn't worth it just for the sake of the city.

Now, he suddenly understood a lot.

A life so lonely that it is barren, hoping that someone will take you away, take away the other half of you, even if the other person is bad, dirty, and indifferent, you can't refuse.

This is the end of Allure.

This is also the ending of the same joy.

Fate is always a monotonous thing, and history is actually just repeating itself over and over again.

The fate of the father, the son inherited.

The fate of the mother, the daughter inherited.

Qingcheng's fate, Tonghuan is destined to inherit.

"Happiness..."

There was heartache in Chu Li's eyes, as well as worry...

Tong Huan has so few things, and the world has hurt her so much.

He looked at her, very distressed, very distressed...

Tong Huan closed her eyes, letting her tears fall, in the darkening night, on this rooftop where no one is watching, can she let go of her sadness...

After a while, she opened her eyes and said, "I'm fine!"

It may be difficult to accept at first, but life is like this.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature.

Qingcheng died at the moment when she most wanted to die.

That's fine.

In this world, there are many people who want to die but cannot die, want to live but cannot live.

The feeling of being unable to be willing and powerless is the most painful.

For example, the same joy.

She smiled and bent down, kissed Qingcheng's eyelashes lightly, and said silently in her heart: Qingcheng, you are free!

The world is a heavy shackle.

Only death can achieve freedom.

Born free, born free, this has always been a lie.

die free, die free, this is the true form of life.

Tong Huan's tears finally stopped, and he began to think calmly, and deal with all these things peacefully.

She got up without Chu Li's help, and went downstairs with Qingcheng on her back.

Tong Huan believes in the existence of the soul, so the quarrels can only make the dead feel uneasy.

If Qingcheng wanted to leave, she couldn't keep it, so no matter how sad she was, she just stubbornly pretended to be calm.

With Qingcheng on her back, she went down the steps step by step.

The rooftop was surrounded by many people, policemen, passers-by, doctors, nurses...

Each of them has a different life, and these lives are connected together to form this colorful world.

At this moment, the whole world is quiet. Everyone is quietly watching Tong Huan. This beautiful woman, after the death of her father who is not as good as a beast, went downstairs with her mother on her back, step by step, carefully and seriously.