My Sweetie,You're so hot

No, I just want people like you to disappear from my world completely.

Of course, this sentence can't be heard by him.

I lowered my head and let his self fantasy explode.

Sometimes it is his self righteous expectation that kills a person.

After a while, Murong Jin recovered his calm, took out a folded white paper from his pocket and handed it to me.

I glanced at him. I didn't know what trick he was playing. I didn't reach out to pick it up.

Seeing this, Murong raised his hand and pushed the paper forward, "Chen Xing left it."

Seeing that I still had doubts, he explained aloud, "believe it or not, the number of people in my hand is endless. There is nothing I dare not admit, but Chen Xing's death has nothing to do with me."

With that, facing my sharp vision, he bent over and put the paper on the table, then turned and left.

Until his figure completely disappeared in sight, I took a deep breath, calmed down, endured the acid swelling between my nose, and picked up the white paper on the table.

Seeing Chen Xing's familiar handwriting, he burst into tears for a moment.

I went to accompany my wife. I told her to wait too much in this life. I hope we can meet just right in the next life

Three lines of words, countless debts and attachment.

I can imagine how warm and sweet their days have been in the past few years. Without this accident, they will love each other and live a harmonious life.

Happiness is not a story, but misfortune is. At this moment, I want to know nothing about their stories, so that at least they can live happily.

But the suicide note in my hand clearly reminds me that they have gone to another time and space.

Well, no one there can separate them.

It took me a long time to wake up from this grief. I went upstairs, washed my face, folded the suicide note and put it in the cabinet, and then changed my casual clothes.

Standing in front of the mirror and looking at myself, I know it's time.

Take out your cell phone, click on the address book, broadcast the only number stored on it, and I dialed it out.

Murong Jin's voice soon sounded across the street, "I thought you would never call this number?"

Is it possible? When he gave me his cell phone, he only saved his own number.

"Where are you?" I didn't want to tease him and said straight to the point, "I figured it out. I want to be a real wife."

Murong Jin was silent for a moment, and then asked in an uncertain tone, "are you sure?"

"For the time being, it's possible to change your mind at any time," I said irrationally. "Anyway, at least at this moment, I want to know more about you. If you still want to, come back and pick me up."

"Of course I want to," Murong paused and stopped, "but not today. There are some very important people who need me to meet in person. I have to stay abroad for the next seven days."

"I think this is a good opportunity to introduce me, don't you think?" I threw out the bait. "Of course, if you are confident that I won't change my mind in these seven days, please feel free."

With that, without waiting for Murong's reply, he hung up the phone directly.

Then I contacted the people in zuomucheng by SMS, [it's time, please keep locking my location information.]

Almost at the same time, I received Murong Jin's reply, "change your clothes and wait for me at home."

He glanced at these eight words calmly. Finally, he walked around the whole room, took another look at Fu Shenyan's home and sat in the living room and waited patiently.

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