A black-bellied ex-husband seduces his wife

Chapter 542 You are so pitiful

Ji Yan took a step back, her weak body swayed, and she looked at Leng Shaoqing without any warmth.

"Leng Shaoqing, do you think I will be grateful to you? You are so wrong. Not only did you fail to save me, but you also made me bear a life debt that I can't unload in my life. Ye Rui is such a good girl, why? You can make such a ruthless hand, is your heart really fleshy?"

Ji Chen lightly pulled off her sleeve, shook his head to signal her not to continue, because Leng Shaoqing's face had gradually turned livid.
"Yanyan, that's enough, Shaoqing did this to save you..."

"I don't care. I'd rather die than the kidney he obtained by such a dirty method. He thought he was saving me, but only he knew best that it was not for me, but for you and me." His promise, his kindness and concern for me are all because of that promise. He was blinded by that promise and eroded his heart. He is no longer the Brother Shaoqing I knew back then." Ji Yan smiled wryly: "Ye A girl as good as Rui left just like that. She promised to take me to see her greenhouse before. She said that I am a Phalaenopsis. I have a pot of Phalaenopsis, it's you, it's all you, Leng Shaoqing, I will not forgive you, and we will never meet again in the future."

After Ji Yan finished speaking, tears rolled down her pale face, she turned and left resolutely, Ji Chen wanted to help her, but she shook his hand away.

Leng Shaoqing watched the thin back gradually go away, the expression on his face was calm.

How stupid he is, everything he has tried to do has ended up being a complete loss, a crushing defeat.

Ye Rui died, Ji Yan broke up with him.
"Shaoqing, Yanyan is just impulsive, don't be as knowledgeable as her..."

Leng Shaoqing tore off the needle in front of his hand, a gust of fresh blood came out, he said indifferently: "I'm going home."

Ji Chen sighed: "The deceased has passed away, so let's express our condolences."

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When Leng Shaoqing returned to Leng's house, the originally bustling house seemed deserted, except for the servants who were working, like an empty grave that no one cared about.

In the past, no matter how late it was, as long as he came home and opened the door, he could feel the warm breath. At that time, he didn't feel it at all. It wasn't until now that there was only ice in the empty room, that he knew how greedy he was. that warmth.

He opened the cabinet to make a cup of scented tea, but found that the place where a row of glass jars should be placed was empty, as if a piece was missing in his heart, Leng Shaoqing not only raised his voice: "Where's the tea?"

The servant ran over immediately upon hearing the shout, and seeing his uneasy expression, immediately asked in a low voice, "Sir, what's the matter?"

"Where's the tea here? Why is it all gone? What are you eating?" Leng Shaoqing gouged over with a cold look, and the servant trembled in fright.

"Sir, it's your order. All the things related to Madam in the house must be packed up and thrown away."

Leng Shaoqing seemed to be woken up by a wooden stick, didn't he, he actually gave such an order, no wonder there was no trace of her at home, it was as cold as hell on earth.

"Sir, the greenhouse outside is too big. The housekeeper wants to ask for your opinion before deciding whether to dismantle it. Look..."

"I see."

Leng Shaoqing waved his hands, and the servant went out with a blank face, not knowing whether it was to be demolished or not.
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When the first ray of sunlight in the morning fell on the dark brown floor and fell into Leng Shaoqing's eyes, he realized that he was sitting on the floor and fell asleep.

Getting up from the ground, his whole body was sore, he didn't even know how he fell asleep last night, but when he got up, a thin quilt slipped off his body.

He grabbed the quilt, and a certain string in his brain suddenly tensed.

Countless nights, he kicked off the quilt on his body, and when he woke up, the quilt was neatly covered on his body, and she even made fun of him, sleeping like a child, always honest.

Ye Rui, are you back?
Leng Shaoqing suddenly laughed, and quickly walked out with the quilt in one hand.

The servant was cleaning. Seeing him, he was stunned for a moment, and stepped back respectfully: "Morning, sir."

"Where's Madam?" He looked around blankly.

The servant's head lowered even more. Everyone knew that his wife had passed away, and now Shao Leng was holding the quilt with a look of joy on his face. The servant didn't know how to explain this strange behavior.

"Madam...madam...."

"Did she come back yesterday? Or who covered me with the quilt?"

"Sir, I found out that your door was open last night, and you were sleeping on the floor, so I covered you with a quilt." The servant's voice became softer and weaker, and finally it was almost inaudible. I didn't expect her An unintentional move actually gave Leng Shaoqing such an illusion.

Leng Shaoqing's bright eyes suddenly dimmed, and he said "It's all right" and returned to the bedroom.

Throwing the quilt on the bed, Leng Shaoqing went to the window and opened the curtains, the dazzling sunlight filled the whole room, and a new day began in the morning light.

His eyes fell on the glass greenhouse at the corner, and he seemed to be able to faintly feel the fragrance of flowers emanating from it.

A figure was walking back and forth in the greenhouse, sometimes squatting, sometimes stopping.

Leng Shaoqing slammed the curtain in his hand aside, and ran downstairs in a hurry. Because of his haste, he knocked down a servant halfway, causing her to overturn the kettle.

"Sir... hey."

Leng Shaoqing rushed to the flower room in one breath, pushed open the door, how much he expected when he came, but now he was so disappointed, because the person who stood up from the flowers was the housekeeper.

He was still holding the watering can in his hand, and was looking at Leng Shaoqing in surprise.

"First... sir."

Leng Shaoqing was sluggish for a while, until his heartbeat gradually calmed down, he asked in a deep voice: "What are you doing here?"

The housekeeper replied honestly: "The young mistress once asked me to take care of the flowers and plants here for her when she was away. She said that these flowers and plants are like her children..."

"Enough, you go out." Leng Shaoqing suddenly growled.

The butler put down the watering can in his hand, sighed meaningfully, closed the door and left.

Leng Shaoqing stood in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, with the fragrance of flowers floating in his nose, but he was thinking about the words of the housekeeper, she said that these flowers and plants were like her children, and he killed their children with his own hands child.

In a trance, these flowers and plants suddenly had feelings, they showed hideous faces, spit out their cores like poisonous snakes, they rushed towards him crazily, and opened their bloody mouths.

"Give me back my child, give me back my child."

Leng Shaoqing was so startled that he took a few steps back, with cold sweat on his head, the surrounding space was twisting, the faces of those flowers and plants were also twitching, the vines that emerged from the soil wrapped around his arms, a flower The piranha opened its petals, revealing the bloody stamens inside.

boom!
Leng Shaoqing's back bumped into a flowerpot that was placed on a high place, and the potted flower fell suddenly, and the flowerpot was smashed to pieces, exposing the roots in the soil.

Leng Shaoqing woke up suddenly, but the illusion in front of him disappeared without a trace, and the gratifying flowers and plants still maintained their blooming posture.

He escaped from the greenhouse almost in a state of embarrassment, escaped from the shackles of those flowers and plants.

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Leng Shaoqing's hallucinations are getting worse and worse. Not only are he often tortured and entangled by monsters and ghosts transformed into flowers and plants when dreaming at night, but he is also suddenly disturbed by nightmares during the day.

He was getting thinner and thinner, and he had trouble sleeping and eating.

Finally, it has come to see the word "leaf" or "stamen", or even flowers and plants, and it will become manic.

The people under his command were cautious, like walking on thin ice, for fear of suddenly provoking him to fly into a rage.

It was already a month after seeing Jiang Haoran again.

After all, he is a good friend, no matter how perverse he is, Jiang Haoran can't be indifferent to him.

He was startled when he saw Leng Shaoqing. The man in front of him was thin and pale, like a ghost wandering in the world.

"Shaoqing, you need to see a psychiatrist." Jiang Haoran took out a piece of paper and wrote a phone number: "This is a friend of mine, an expert in psychology."

"I don't need it." Leng Shaoqing was smoking a cigarette, his eyes were slightly squinted, and no emotion could be seen on his face.

"Have you ever looked in the mirror to see what you look like now, you are neither human nor ghost." Jiang Haoran stared at him: "You only know regret when a person is dead. When she is not dead, you What did you do? Although I am as beastly as you, Ye Rui has already rested in heaven, and we living people..."

"Shut up, don't mention these two words." Leng Shaoqing suddenly changed his expression, and waved down the documents and decorations on the table.

"What are you running away from? Because you found out who the person you really love is, so are you paralyzing yourself?" Jiang Haoran was not afraid of him, the more he didn't want to hear anything, the more he stabbed there, "Do you think that Throw away her things, if you don't see her name, don't mention her, will you forget her? Shaoqing, Ye Rui is a thorn in your heart, and it has grown together with your flesh, are you It can't be taken off at all."

"I said, don't mention her again, Jiang Haoran, are you looking for a fight?"

"I don't want to be beaten by you. I also know how powerful Leng Shaoqing's backspin kick is. I just want to tell you that if you don't see a psychiatrist, you will die of depression sooner or later." Jiang Haoran threw the number In front of him: "Shaoqing, I used to think you were really hateful, but now I think you... are really pitiful."

"Get lost." Leng Shaoqing crumpled the piece of paper and threw it at Jiang Haoran.

Jiang Haoran sighed: "It would be great if you found out that you loved Ye Rui when she was alive. There are some things, why wait until it's too late to regret."
"Who told you that I love her?" Leng Shaoqing growled in a low voice.

"Well, I'll see how long you can fool yourself."
The sound of closing the door sounded, and Leng Shaoqing suddenly leaned back, holding his stomach tightly with his right hand.

He hasn't had a stomach problem for a long time, and even if there are occasional signs of pain, taking a tablet will relieve it.

The scented tea that Ye Rui made for him is still very effective, but he has asked the servants to throw them all away.

Leng Shaoqing opened the drawer. He wanted to touch the stomach medicine, but he didn't expect to touch a hard photo frame with his fingertips. He picked it up and saw that it was Ji Yan's alone photo. Staring at this photo, he suddenly remembered What, flipped the photo frame over quickly.

(End of this chapter)