Distance Between No Love And Deep Love

Just at this time, there was a rising and falling scream upstairs, and countless people ran down from the upstairs. Zhang Bingting watched the nearby crowd roar, hoping that they would stop, but they just trampled on Zhang Bingting as if they didn't find anything or see anything. Everything seemed so familiar.

It's just that the person lying here shouldn't be her.

Zhang Bingting does not give up thinking that all this is Qing Yaoer's fault. If she doesn't appear, if she doesn't take all Shao's attention, won't everything happen in the future?

In a tearing scream, Zhang Bingting's consciousness becomes more and more blurred until she is in a complete coma. What comes to her mind is that Qing Yaoer is crying blood. She sneers and raises her lips. I'm waiting to see your end. Qing Yaoer, I'm waiting for you below.

In the end, Zhang Bingting died because she lost too much blood.

The reason why people rush up the stairs is that the top floor is on fire, and the nails on the ground have already turned into blood. No one doubts that Zhang pinting, a rising star, has fallen. The funeral is just a hurry, and the newspaper has not left a page for her. Zhang pinting, who was once on fire for a while, has disappeared quietly in the public eye.

In the villa.

Qing Yao'er looks at the crisp branches growing out of the window and slowly drops her eyes. Her long and thick eyelashes cover a small shadow at the moment. She says in a sad tone: "am I too much?" There is no lack of reflection in the tone.

For two months, Qing Yao'er has been reflecting on herself here every day, but the man is not tired of comforting her. Wan Yi Shao slowly approaches and reaches out to stop her waist. Kong Wu's powerful waist holds up a part of the world for her, "how can it be?" The man said softly, "it's just her fault. Don't worry."

"She's your benefactor, after all."

"I need her? She just took a free ride and asked for a favor. She didn't have to pay attention to it. " Seeing that Qing Yao'er's brow is still locked, Wan Yi Shao thinks about it and says, "if you're not sensitive in dia, the end of Zhang Bingting is your end."

Qing Yaoer's breathing is stagnant.

Aware of this little change, Wan Yi Shao continued: "the flesh and blood are indistinct, the corpses at the head and tail are indistinct, the blood is constantly flowing, and the floor tiles are dyed red and white..." The voice has not fallen, the fine Yao son already covers the mouth to rush into the washroom.

"Oh..." Qing Yao'er has been pregnant for two months now. Since the last time Zhang Bingting did that, her mood has been very tangled, and it's as flat as a pool of stagnant water.

Men are afraid of her because of this suffering from depression, will be inseparable with her, go to the company also with her.

Originally, Wan Yi Shao Yao intended him to solve the problem, but Qing Yao'er insisted on his revenge, and the man also depended on her, but if he had expected it, he would firmly refuse Qing Yao'er, but it had happened, so he had to find a way to solve it.

Two months is the time of the most serious reaction to pregnancy and vomiting. Qing Yaoer's mouth is hot and sour every day. Wan Yi Shao is worried that she will suffer from depression. She has said many times that she won't, but the man doesn't believe it.

To tell you the truth, she has never seen a way to die in Xiuzhen mainland. She always feels that Zhang Bingting deserves her death, but her baby is innocent, and she has done nothing, hasn't she.