Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The woman knelt there and seemed to be murmuring in the doldrums. The voice kept echoing through the cold ice

It's like a stone hit in the water, constantly flooding out circles of ripples

The sound is spreading boundlessly, sometimes clear and sometimes fuzzy

The scene of this scene is like a witch in black dark child words

Strange, quiet, the voices are constantly echoing

The faint blue flame is burning silently without any fluctuation. The surrounding white air conditioner is constantly winding, rising and disappearing

The secret is terrible.

But ye Qingcheng's footsteps stopped there. He didn't dare to move at all. He even held his breath.

"Bai Jingmo... Why is life so unfair? I grew up with you. Why is your life always easier than mine... Appearance? Am I worse than you? Can you sing and dance... But you are a prostitute female. No, maybe I'm not much cleaner than you... But I'm much cleaner than you..."

“……”

"As like as two peas," I don't hate you when you die. No... When you live, I will envy you. Envy your fate is always better than mine. But when you die, give me my daughter... My daughter... My daughter is dead! And your daughter... Now live well... I saw her that day! It looks just like yours. "

“……”

Ye Qingcheng clenched her hands tightly and was about to fold back. Bai Jingli squatted in front of the coffin, holding a sharp stone in her hand and constantly marking the crystal coffin

"Squeak..."

"I know..."

"Hiss..."

The stone scratched on the crystal coffin and made a harsh and cruel sound

Mixed with a woman's depressed voice, there is an unspeakable strange and terrible

"Stop... I see you..."

Just as ye Qingcheng was about to turn around and leave, a woman's indifferent voice came from the position of the coffin.

Ye Qingcheng's body suddenly froze.

"Bai Jingmo... Your daughter is coming... Look, your daughter is coming..."

Ye Qingcheng straightened her scalp and slowly turned around. She saw Bai Jingli's long hair scattered and sitting on the crystal coffin. Her face was unusually pale

Her gray pupils seemed unable to see the focal length and looked at Ye Qingcheng's position. The thin lips clearly took a faint radian, like a mocking smile

She was barefoot, her ankles were white, and the skin of her ankles seemed to be inconsistent with the skin of her hands.

I don't know why. The skin on her face looks young except for some wrinkles, but her hands are rough and covered with furrows

There are even wounded scars

She just lay there on her back. Her hair was dark chestnut and slightly curled, but she was a little irritable. She looked like she didn't take care of it often.

The mocking smile on the corner of her mouth was so dazzling.

The wound solidified by blood on her forehead was also dazzling. It was the last time ye Qingcheng beat her with a candlestick.

"Ye Qingcheng... Oriental Qingcheng." she leaned there, the smile on her lips looming.

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