Yan Zhengxi ruthlessly disregarded her mental state, rudely dragged her out of bed, kept pulling her out of the mansion, opened the car door and threw her into the back seat of the car, and quickly got into the car and then rushed on the road, ten minutes later, they came to a very quiet cemetery.

He continued to pull her out of the car, and Qianqian was already unconscious, let him pull at will, when they came to a tomb, she looked at the sweet photo on the tombstone blankly, and suddenly the whole person cried in front of the tomb, and her hand trembled to touch the photo, but Yan Zhengxi beat it off hard.

He pressed her head the tombstone, so that her eyes were accurately aligned with the person in the photograph, and he said coldly, "Do you see clearly? She has a bright future, and you have killed her future!" Then he angrily pulled her head against the tombstone, and the blood on her forehead instantly flowed out, staining the photograph, and the bright red blood was very dazzling.

She seemed to have no pain, and her eyes looked at the picture blankly, and the whole person was a little unreal, and after a long time she said weakly with guilt: "Kill me, so that you can relieve your hatred." She also didn't have to suffer so much to accept the fact that she couldn't accept.

He listened to her words, his heart suddenly suffocated, and then he roared loudly in a cold voice: "Don't compare your life with Xiaoluo's, I want you to atone for your sins, and make your life worse than death, I also let those bastards go to prison, and now only you are left." ”

She blinked her gloomy eyes and said in a sad voice, "You have let me live...... It's worse than death. "That brutal nightmare had already sent her to the eighteenth floor of hell.

He looked at her coldly, and finally cruelly left her here alone, and Qianqian sat in front of Xiaoluo's tomb for a long time, so long that she forgot that it was night, and she still sat motionless, silently repenting of her sins.

Yan Xiaoluo's sweet smile suddenly became stained in her heart, they met by a coincidence, that time in physical education class, both of their classes were in the same class, and the two happened to come to the eldest aunt that day, so they sat in the corner to watch other classmates go to class, she was a very cheerful and optimistic girl, she liked Xiaoluo all of a sudden, and she felt very happy chatting with her, and slowly the two became good friends, and they were inseparable almost every day.

Later, they met Tong Yiliang successively, the sunny big boy, who actually confessed to her, and she herself liked him a little, so she accepted his confession, and the relationship between the two can be regarded as a testimony of Xiaoluo, but she has never been a friend of heavy sex, and she will bring Xiaoluo on a date.

Gradually, the relationship between the three of them got along very well, and that time it was Yiliang who proposed to date her alone, but she was really unwell that day, so she asked Xiaoluo to tell him, how could such a thing happen in the end?

She closed her eyes and bit her lip fiercely: "I really don't want to, Xiaoluo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

The blood on the wound had been dried by the air, her pajamas were already dirty, her hair was scattered like a madman, and if anyone passed by now, she would have thought that she had seen a ghost, but she ignored it completely, and still humbly repented.

Yan Zhengxi looked at her coldly from a distance, he kept thinking about why her, why that person was her, but no matter how much he could, he couldn't get back the love he once had, and he hated her now.

An elongated shadow stretched to her feet, and she didn't know that her dead eyes had no life, and the whole person seemed to have lost her soul, and she couldn't see her pitiful appearance, so she squatted in front of her, and pinched her chin with his hand, forcing her to look directly into his eyes.

Said fiercely: "Don't think that if you are like this, I will let you go, you will only make me hate you more." Then the thin lips pressed her blush, ravaged her softness fiercely, sucking and biting hard, he didn't want to see her like a dead heart, he didn't want his heart to be soft, and he didn't want her to stir up the dead heart.

Luo Qianqian didn't have any resistance, to be precise, there was no reaction, her dead eyes had no focus, let him treat his lips roughly, the smell of blood wafted in the air, and it looked extremely strange in this quiet cemetery, and then Yan Zhengxi let go of her angrily.

He originally wanted to ** her in front of Xiaoluo's grave and let Xiaoluo see the pain and torture of her being **, but he gave an excuse to himself, and he didn't want to force her to commit suicide too, so this time he let her go.