Stepford Wives Don't Go to Court

An Zhike walked with his head down, staggering step by step. His heavy body was particularly conspicuous in the remote and uninhabited street, staring blankly at the front, and his face was helpless except at a loss.

Before leaving, the vicious words left by Zeng Yu in her ear seemed to continue to echo in her ear, crushing her reason, and the unprecedented panic surrounded her tightly.

"An Zhike, just try to fall into the helplessness and suffering of hell bit by bit."

An Zhi can close his eyes. When Zeng Yu said these words, the fierce expression on his face came to his mind uncontrollably.

Hell? Is it not enough that she has been discredited and despised by all the people? What else does Zeng yu want to do? She's not going to let her go yet, is she?

And who's behind it?

Who has so much hatred for her that he has to force her to a dead end?

Looking at the dark road ahead, because it is already a deserted street late at night, an Zhike's heart slowly falls into the abyss bit by bit.

"How can you be satisfied with me? Why don't you let me go?"

She is already alone. Her lover has abandoned her, her friends have betrayed her, and her reputation has plummeted. Even her parents have been hurt because of her. Aren't these blows enough? Are these pains far from over?

In fact, Zeng Yu is wrong. She doesn't have to wait for her to do anything. She is already in hell. Although she is in the world, Kexin is suffering in hell.

The incident three years ago had left her heartbroken and suffering. Now so many things have happened. Overnight, what she believed, loved and relied on were destroyed.

In the final analysis, she is just a girl in her early twenties. How can she withstand so many changes?

Oh, since she has nothing to lose, she has nothing to fear.

She wanted to see what tricks the man behind the scenes had to do and how far he had to force her to stop.

Many years later, when an Zhike recalled this scene, she found how naive her original idea was. What she suffered at that time was only the tip of the iceberg given to her by the sad fate.

The real hell, she didn't even touch the edge.

An Zhike's thoughts drifted away and his steps were chaotic and staggering. Because he lowered his head and didn't see the road, he inadvertently hit the street lamp column. His fat body collided with the hard column and made an earth shaking noise. It was particularly abrupt on the quiet road. An Zhike fell to the ground and woke up several sleepy drunks crowded on the roadside.

"What's going on?"

The drunkards woke up with a start and jumped up with anger, swearing and staring at an Zhike lying on the ground.

Ann Zhike frowned slightly and knew that she had accidentally disturbed them. She didn't want to cause more trouble and struggled to get up. However, her fat body formed her biggest limit. The fat meat shook shakily, but she tried several times and couldn't get up.

It's one thing that she can't get up. Ann Zhike found that her foot was accidentally twisted because she fell! Ann knew she couldn't get up, and she was afraid that the drunkards would see the dawn. She simply clenched her teeth and wouldn't let herself make any sound of pain. Although she is now a fat man of 200 kg, she is still a woman. It's hard to ensure that these drunkards won't be hungry and choose food. If she did something to her, she would really be called heaven should not be called Earth.

"Hey, it looks like a woman."

One of them, with sharp eyes, judged that Ann Zhike was a woman from her long hair. She was shrunk by her drunken eyes and showed a touch of lust.

"Oh, go up and have a look."

An Zhike lay on the ground, face up, and looked in horror at those drunkards coming to her. Was it really going to happen?!

Several drunkards surrounded an Zhike. When they saw the true face of an Zhike, they were shocked. The color of obscenity quickly faded and replaced by contempt and dislike.

"Shit, it's a fat and ugly woman. I can't do it like this. It's not so heavy. You want it. I'll give it to you."

"Who wants it? It's so ugly. If you really sleep with her, you'll have a nightmare." the man said with a cold look on his face, amusing the others.

"Why, you were still in high spirits just now? Why are you counseling now? Ha ha."

Unbridled ridicule, without leaving a trace of emotional ridicule, all these were introduced into an Zhike's ears. An Zhike was facing up, and the street lamp just shone on her face. The light was dazzling, and her back touched the cold ground. The chill quickly spread to an Zhike's whole body through her back, making her cold and dead.

This endless humiliation brought her desperation. Anxi suddenly closed her eyes and covered her red and swollen eyes, and tears slid down the corners of her eyes.

It turned out that she was so ugly that even drunkards despised her. Never for a moment, Ann Zhike felt so sad that she couldn't help laughing at herself.

"Hehe"

Think of her an Zhike, who was also a school flower. She doesn't care about those false names, but the scenery at that time is more ironic and desolate than the sadness at this moment.

The fate of people is really unpredictable.

It was held in the palm of the hand and attracted the attention of the public before, but now it can only lie here, humiliated by any group of tramps and forgotten in a dark corner.

An Zhike's voice was as low as that of mosquitoes and ants, but it still attracted the attention of the group of drunkards because it was untimely.

Drunken people have no reason to speak of. Intuitively, they think that Anzhi is laughing at them and provoking them. They are angry and surround Anzhi again.

"Hey, fat man, what are you laughing at?! are you looking for death?!"

An Zhike looked at them silently without saying a word, but his eyes were full of irony. He didn't know whether it was for them or himself. It looked empty and desolate.

An Zhike's silence obviously angered those drunkards. Most of those who went to get drunk were depressed people. They liked to vent when they were in a bad mood. An Zhike appeared at this juncture and just became their vent.

"Damn it, I make you laugh, make you laugh! What's so ugly to laugh at, make you laugh!"

Those people scolded and kicked Ann Zhike. Ann Zhike hurt her foot and couldn't move. She had to lie in place and bear their beating and scolding like a storm. Ann Zhike curled up and shivered in the cold wind. At the beginning, she would hum symbolically. In the end, she simply didn't struggle, Just spread out and let their fists fall on themselves.

The boundless pain surrounded Ann Zhike, lying on the cold ground, twisted her sprained foot into a strange shape, and the place where she was violently beaten sent out a sharp pain.

For a moment, an Zhike wanted to give up, give up struggle and give up everything. Then, let them die alive, maybe they don't have to suffer these crimes again.

The pain kept coming. An Zhike half narrowed her eyes and gradually drifted away. Was she about to die?

The extreme pain was numbness. An Zhike's eyes closed one by one and fell under the street lamp post not far away.