Qi Shaoyao, Qi Shaoyao, you are too arrogant, you are smart but you are mistaken by being smart, this is the only thing you have ever done in this life!

He smiled bitterly and looked up at the sky, how high the sky is, how big is the human heart? Greed is the deadliest weapon in life!

Slowly moved the foot that stepped on the equity transfer book, he crushed a black hole on the white paper, staring at the black hole, he was a little distracted, and slowly exhaled: "I signed ......"

It's not that he's afraid of death, but that he's dead, what should the immortal do? Do you really want her to face Qi Shaoyi? He has seen and learned his cruelty, Qi Shaoyao thought, maybe he is not a good thing, so God punished him, he lost, lost completely! Lost himself, lost his family, and lost love.

The battle for property in a wealthy family is like the battle for the throne in ancient times, it also happens between blood brothers, and the fight between blood and blood is a blur of flesh and blood! He just doesn't want the fairy to see his bloody side, he wants her to be a simple woman, and he can't bear to let her rack her brains to deal with the cruel reality of the sinister heart, so he lets her go. Now that he can't protect her, without the ability to protect him, how can he make her take responsibility for his desires and repeat his mistakes?

He can't be so selfish, what does Xianxian want, he finally understands now, it is not what he thinks, if he gives her a rich life, there will be rich love. Then let him do one last thing for her before he died, so that his life really has a little meaning.

He slowly bent down to pick up the equity transfer letter, and repeated softly in his mouth, "I'll sign it...... Qi's property is all yours, I don't want anything ......"

Qi Shaoyi lifted his foot, stepped on the piece of paper and moved it to his feet, and smiled wickedly: "Just now you asked you to sign, aren't you very dragged? Now you want to sign, but unfortunately, it has been destroyed by you!"

Qi Shaoyao's hand hung in the air, maintaining that bent posture, raising his eyes to look at Qi Shaoyi, his crazy smile was a mockery of him!

"What else do you want? You can kill me with confidence, and no one will come to you for revenge!"

"It's really desolate......" Qi Shaoyi deliberately plucked out his ears, his humility made him very satisfied, but he still couldn't help but mend a few more feet on his wounds! He took out a stack of photos from his pocket and threw them on the ground with the same fierce force: "Isn't there a saying that if you cut grass and don't remove the roots, the spring breeze blows and grows?"

The photos were scattered on the ground, and the figure of Chao Si Dusk appeared in front of Qi Shaoyao's eyes! Xianxian ran and chased Xin Xin against a background that he was unfamiliar with, and the smiles on their faces seemed to have sounds, clear and hearty, piercing his eardrums one by one! Qi Shaoyao closed his eyes sadly, and didn't look at them, and the laughter still lingered in his ears! fluttering, hovering in the sky above his head......

What did he do? At the cost of hurting them, he still brought the flame of danger to them!

"Let them go......" Qi Shaoyao heard his voice pleading, every word was like a sharp knife, inserted into his heart, and the living pain told him that this was his end, his retribution! But he still had to say, let the blade go deeper, the wound was bleeding, and he deserved it!

"They won't come to you, they won't care about me, they hate me...... "It's too late to regret......

A cold light flashed in Qi Shaoyi's eyes, and the corners of his ruthless mouth rose: "Please...... me" He knocked Qi Shaoyao's head with the muzzle of a gun: "Kneel down and beg me ......"

Qi Shaoyao's figure slowly lowered, his knees touched the ground, that dull sound, accompanied by the biting cold and pain, the shame of his body was so small compared to the crack in his heart, his heart was already numb with pain...... A man has gold under his knees, and gold is nothing but dung to him, and his self-esteem is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the lives of his wife and daughter...... He knelt down and knelt at Qi Shaoyi's feet: "I beg you, please let them go......"

"Hahaha......" Qi Shaoyi's cruelty was once again satisfied, he raised his foot and stepped on Qi Shaoyao's knee and twisted it twice!

"Qi Shaoyao, you also have today!"

Qi Shaoyao closed his eyes and let him trample on his dignity, like a clockwork puppet, repeating word by word clearly: "Please...... Please......"

Qi Shaoyi pushed him to the edge of the terrace, pointed the muzzle of the gun downward, and said coldly-

"I'll promise you if you jump...... Jump off!"

Qi Shaoyao really raised his legs and stood on the edge of the terrace.

Downstairs, in the garden of the church, delicate red roses bloom, and the splendid life dances in the wind, as if it will never wither. His life had been so high-spirited, but he had missed her at its most splendid moments, and now he was going to wither, withering from this little terrace, rotting in the dirt, and becoming nourishment for the roses to bloom. Her face seemed to appear in the bright flowers, it was the last second of his life, and he had the third chance he had unexpectedly, as long as he leaned down, he could kiss her face again......

He took another step, slowly opening his arms and closing his eyes, imagining himself as a bird in flight......

The thoughts were chaotic, but the mood suddenly calmed down unusually well, and the scenes with her in my mind were like a projector rewinding quickly, back to the day they met. Was it a coincidence? That day, around this time, the afternoon sun sprinkled warmly on him......

"How do you write your name?"

"Gao 鶱霨, 'high' is high and low, and '鶱' is Zhang Qian's horse under the word Qian changed to a bird......"

"Change the bird?"

"Yes, it's changed to bird ......"

"I said change the bird!"

"......" she seemed to bite her tongue, and she couldn't hold back a word for half a day, as if it happened yesterday, so clear, so kind......

Back then, her pretty face, which was flushed with anger from him, became the last freeze frame of his life.

He couldn't help but laugh.

If a person's soul can really be immortal after death, he is willing to become the little bird with wings under her, hunch her on her back, and take her everywhere to fly, fly over the blue sky and white clouds, fly over happiness and sorrow......

A thousand miles, a thousand miles......

A thousand years, ten thousand years......

One more step, he's going to fly......