When she said this, Song Qiancheng was not moved, he just cast a tired look, "Hitting you is also dirty my hands." ”

Wen Lishu was anxious, and said: "Then I'll beat myself myself, and if you shout to stop, I'll stop." ”

As she spoke, she raised her free hand, ready to slap herself.

But as soon as he raised his hand, before he could fight, he was caught by Song Qiancheng, and he said angrily: "If you want to die, get away, don't dirty my ground." ”

The heart-wrenching pain filled her heart, and she was powerless to ask: "Do you really want me to apologize for my sins with death before you are willing to let me go?"

He cast an angry look, "Shut up." ”

He didn't listen to the explanation, begging for mercy didn't work, Wen Lishu could only bend his legs and kneel on the ground.

In order to let him raise his noble hand, Wen Lishu put aside everything, what dignity, what face, it is all floating clouds.

She looked up at him, choked up, and said, "For the sake of the people who once loved me, will you let me go?"

With just a few eye waves, the anger on Song Qiancheng's face was clearly revealed, and it had a tendency to double.

Song Qiancheng shook off her arm very strongly, Wen Lishu was standing on his knees, and when he threw him, his body immediately crooked, and he became paralyzed on the ground.

Wen Lishu had to hold her hands on the ground to stabilize her body, she raised her eyes, Song Qiancheng looked domineering, and asked: "You still have the face to mention before." ”

It was a wound buried deep in my heart, and it hurt every time I mentioned it.

Wen Lishu realized that she had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly knelt straight from the ground, kneeling in front of him again, she raised her hand to grab his trouser leg, and begged him for mercy with her eyes, which was already humble to dust.

Song Qiancheng shook her hand away in disgust and warned, "Don't touch me." ”

Wen Lishu's hands stiffened, and he said helplessly: "You let me go, I promise to listen to you in the future and no longer make you angry." ”

Song Qiancheng's eyes were cold, "Listen to me." ”

He raised his hand and pointed out the door, "Then you take off your clothes, go to the neighborhood for three laps, and when you run back, maybe my anger will disappear." ”

She was sad and raised her voice and said, "You know that I can't do it, why do you still have to embarrass me like this." ”

"There's nothing you can't do. Song Qiancheng smiled coldly, "Hundreds of millions of netizens have seen you and Wei Tingxian on the Internet, what is it to be in just three circles?"

Rather ruthless is him, "Either run, or just wait for them." ”

Wen Lishu couldn't straighten her waist anymore, she knelt decadently, tears blurred.

And Song Qiancheng didn't even bother to give her a look, and said in disgust: "Put away your hypocritical tears." ”

Wen Lishu had already tried her best to make a fool of herself, and she had no choice but to put her hands on the ground and kowtow to him.

As soon as her head hit the ground, there was pain on her forehead, she pursed her lips and swallowed her grievances.

When he raised his head again, Wen Lishu said in a self-reproachful tone: "It's that I don't love myself, it's that I don't know what to do, I was wrong, please forgive me." ”

After saying that, she kowtowed again, with great force, until her forehead was red.

Looking up again, she said again: "It's that I don't love myself, it's that I don't know what to do, I'm wrong, please forgive me." ”

Then, repeatedly, kept kowtowing, kept begging for mercy.

It's just that kowtowing is in vain, and she can't pry Song Qiancheng's cold and hard heart at every turn.

Soon after, the sound of cars sounded outside the door, indicating that Weng Ran and they were coming.