Zhang Ailing once said that life is a gorgeous robe, which is crawling with lice.

I think this sentence is really appropriate for me now, the glamorous, intellectual and generous famous host Xia Yan has been completely ruined, and has become a courtesan that everyone laughs at.

I looked at the news about me on the hot search list, starting from the video that killed me, to the person I had on a blind date, to my family history, the shows I had recorded before, and finally even my mother's life experience was dug up.

I was like a prisoner stripped naked and thrown to dry in the sun, ashamed and helpless.

I took out my mobile phone and kept calling Gu Qingchuan, over and over again, I can't wait to rush over and kill him now, and ask him why his heart is so ruthless.

But after a long time, the phone went through, but it was a woman who answered.

The voice carried the laziness of being woken up from sleep, mixed with a hint of warm anger.

The hatred that I had just rushed to my head was instantly extinguished.

I looked out the window, it was still bright and the rain was still falling, and I looked at the clock at the bedside to make sure that this time was not the time to make a good deal at night.

But it was clear that I had interrupted the mood of a good thing, and I didn't dare to think about that picture, I didn't even have the courage to ask "who are you", so I hung up the phone directly.

Gu Qingchuan, you have forced me into such a desperate situation, but I am trapped in the gentle township and happy.

I suddenly wondered who that woman was?

Then I remembered the woman I saw in Gu Qingchuan's apartment last time, enchanting and charming, beautiful and moving.

I sneered, no woman can tie Gu Qingchuan's heart, and that woman can't either.

My phone, which I was crumbling in, suddenly rang.

It's my mother's, I don't want to answer it, but who can I rely on now?

"Yanyan, is it true that the white ocean thing? don't you dislike him?"

Look, even my mom thinks it's me who is entangled with Bai Haiyang.

"Mom, I am your and Xu Yawen's daughter, if I am dirty, you will not be clean. "It was the harshest thing I ever said to my mom in a long time, and it hurt her heart, but it also hurt my heart.

I originally wanted to settle accounts with Gu Qingchuan, but he was going over the clouds with another woman, and I had to find someone to vent my anger and grievances.

My mother was stimulated by my words, and I didn't respond for a long time, in fact, I regretted it after saying this, even if the root of all this is my mother, but she is my mother after all, the woman who did not leave me when our lives were the most difficult.

"Yanyan, mom I'm sorry for you, I've already found someone to deal with those things, don't go out these days, don't look at your phone and TV, I won't let you get hurt in any way." ”

Before my mom could finish speaking, I cried.

I'm obviously 28 years old, and people my age have already started a family and started living alone, but why do I live more and more fragile, and the more I live, the more I like to cry.

I don't like myself like this, but my heart really hurts, and I have no other way to vent.

I haven't been out of the house for almost a week, and I've cut off all contact with the outside world during that time.

Gu Qingchuan has never contacted me, five years ago, I ruthlessly framed him and cut off his love for me, and five years later, it was he who ruined my reputation and ruined my illusions about him.

Our love is like a game, comparing who is more ruthless than whom.

Xia Xue finally came to see me, and when the doorbell rang, I was in a trance, thinking that Gu Qingchuan was coming, but it was Xia Xue who came in.

It's still raining outside, and the summer snow is soaking wet.

The place where he stood instantly became a puddle of water.

It was the first time I had seen her so embarrassed, she looked at me with red eyes, and her face hung with tears that she didn't know if it was rain or tears.

"I'm not your own sister?" her voice was a little hoarse.

"You are!"

She sobbed as she shook her head in denial: "No, no, we're not a dad, it's all reported on the news." ”

Yes, we are not a father, your father is a gentleman, rich and powerful, loves his wife and children, and is a loving father.

My dad is a bastard, vain and ostentatious, often beats and scolds his wife, and ignores his own children, so he doesn't deserve to be a father at all.

But this sentence is a secret buried in my heart, and I dare not say it.