His Vengeful Ex-Wife

Tang Wei didn't speak. He stood up, wiped his tears and said, "send me home."

Bo ye asked him, "where are you going?"

"I want to go home, I have to study tomorrow, you come to pick me up after school, I come to see my mommy."

Tang Wei's voice trembled, but his steps were firm. "Mommy will wake up. As long as I keep my home well, everything will be as usual, and Mommy will praise me when she wakes up..."

Is there any thin night in his so-called home?

Tang Wei let the servant take him down, watching his thin shadow disappear at the end of his line of sight, thin night the whole person is empty, trance, staring at the woman lying on the bed in front of him.

With pale face, delicate features and bloodless lips, Bo Ye remembers that when Tang Shi laughed, the whole world was shining in her eyes. But at this moment, she lay dead in front of him and had no fresh vitality.

To tell the truth, see her stabbed into the moment, thin night feel stabbed is himself, otherwise, why he will also follow the pain?

He stepped forward and touched Tang Shi's face uncontrollably.

Later, the man showed a childlike expression, no one knows what the Bo family is thinking at this moment, regret, pain, or want to commit suicide for a moment, all the thoughts come up and quickly swallow up. He was conscious of nothingness. Only at this moment, when the room was quiet, did he dare to touch Tang Shi's face and whisper, "Tang Shi, I I'm sorry

Maybe it's too late for me. Tang Shi doesn't care anymore.

"I know, you hate me, you hate me, you wake up?"

"Tang Shi, as long as you wake up, you can take whatever you want. Really, you can take my life. I owe you this life..."

Who, who is calling her name over and over again?

Tang poetry heard a sound in the dark, but at this time, her brain was so chaotic that she could not distinguish the specific words in those sounds. She just felt that the sound was familiar.

"If you want the truth, can I help you? This is what I owe you. I'll help you clear the charge. I'll help you control an Ru and Tang Shi. As long as you wake up, don't go to sleep any more, but I'm still waiting for you to go home... "

Jiang Ling said that Tang poetry fell into a mode of escape, wrapping itself in a cocoon, refusing all the sounds outside, and the brain refused to wake up.

Because once sober, she has to face what she doesn't want to face.

Bo ye asked himself, is it him that Tang poetry didn't want to face?

"It's better for you to wake up and take good care of yourself. I won't force you any more. I know I made a lot of mistakes before, but Tang Shi, I'm repentant now. You wake up and do whatever you want to hurt me, OK? Ah? Tang Shi, I'll make it up to you... "

Compensation? What compensation? Who is saying these things to her?

Hazy, familiar, deadly stranger.

Later, thin night choked like a child, his voice was shaking, he covered his face, helpless, despair, regret, pain, at this moment, all came to him, he even shook his hands. No one knows how scared he was, and the Tang poetry would never wake up.

"Everything will be fine, Tang poetry I beg you I beg you Wake up, will you? "