"What are you thinking?" A devilish voice sounded overhead, Lin Ruoran was startled, and immediately got up and fled from him.

Pan Yue put his arm around her waist, took it into his arms, touched her face, and smiled lustfully: "If so, wash it and wait for me on the bed." ”

"No!" Lin Ruoran refused, "I just promised you to divorce him, but I didn't promise to marry you." ”

"Marry?" Pan Yue smiled, "I didn't plan to marry you, who are you going to marry?" Lin Ruoran, you don't think that I want to divorce you, right? Not only are you a second-hand product, you have also given birth to children, and you are thinking about other men, do you think I will marry you?"

Lin Ruoran looked at him coldly: "Then please take your hand away." ”

"Just because I don't marry you doesn't mean I can't marry you. Pan Yue ignored her struggles, pinched her neck, bloodthirsty as a demon, "I will definitely show our love to Pan Wei." I'm going to show him how the woman he held in the palm of his hand was moaning under another man. ”

"Devil, pervert, psychopath, you bastard!" Lin Ruoran couldn't imagine how that kind of Pan Wei would be sad and collapsed.

Pan Yue licked his lips: "You forced me to do all this, who made you his woman, and he is my enemy." ”

"Shhh

Lin Ruoran was frightened and scared, and tightly protected herself: "Don't, please, don't, let me go?"

"Your frightened look really excites me, how could I let you go? Wouldn't it be funny that I'm going to keep you on the verge of this kind of collapse for the rest of your life?" Pan Yue's voice sounded like a devil in this room.

"Wait a minute. Lin Ruoran, who was in tears, didn't struggle anymore, "Then let me take a bath first." ”

Pan Yue looked at such pure eyes, and this face that hadn't changed for a few years, he hesitated, the girl in front of him, he had also been moved.

Looking at each other, Pan Yue let go of his hand, and Lin Ruoran flew away from him and rushed into the bathroom.

Lock the door and drain the tub.

Watching the water flowing, Lin Ruoran wiped her tears, picked up the blade on the sink, and stepped into the bathtub.

As Pan Yue said, in the future, her life will be ruined like this, she will not see the light of day for the rest of her life, and she will live in fear for the rest of her life.

She didn't want it.

She doesn't want her family and worries about her every day.

She doesn't have to worry about her family every day, one day she was killed by Pan Yue's dead pervert.

Nowadays, there is only one way to go.

Looking at the blade in his hand, Lin Ruoran murmured softly: "Pan Wei, I'm sorry, in the next life, I hope I don't meet you again." ”

When I meet you, I would rather never meet you again in the next life.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, the blade slashed across his wrist, and the bright red blood swung into red flowers in the water, bewitching and beautiful.

Lin Ruoran, who was lying in the bathtub, had a beautiful and miserable smile on her face, closed her eyes slightly, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

Time passed minute by minute, and Pan Yue, who was waiting in the room, pulled his hair irritably: "Roar!"

"Damn slut!"

"You betrayed me, and I will make you miserable for the rest of your life. ”

"Why isn't she my daughter?"

"I obviously replaced it, why did it become his?"

"Gu Yaxi, if I want to kill you, I will definitely kill you. ”

"Why haven't you come out yet?"

Pan Yue rushed to the bathroom door, slammed the door, and roared: "Lin Ruoran, you are limited to three seconds to come out, otherwise Lao Tzu will kill that girl." ”

There was no sound coming from inside.

"Lin Ruoran, don't play tricks with me, my patience is limited. Lin Ruoran, you slut, did you hear it, immediately, immediately, come out for me. ”

However, no matter how much he knocked on the door, there was no sound inside.

An ominous premonition hit his heart, Pan Yue's pupils shrank, and he began to bang on the door, and after hitting it a few times, the door still didn't open: ", what door, so hard!"

He scrambled to find a spare key, but the door was locked and could not be opened from the outside.

Pan Yue pushed the sofa and slammed the door, the door was slammed open, and at a glance he saw Lin Ruoran in the bathtub, the years were quiet, lying in the red water.

The red water is as enchanting as blood, and the heart is beautiful.

Pan Yue's forehead jumped suddenly, looking at this scene, as if seeing his mother, he jumped and jumped off the balcony.

His mother fell at his feet, "Bang!", the sound lingered in his ears for a long time.

Bright red blood, like a bewitching flower, bloomed at his feet.

His mother, with excited and frightened eyes, forced her breath and stretched out her hand to him: "Report...... Hatred!"

These two words were his mother's last instructions to him, and they were his mother's last words to him.

He stood straight like a cold ice doll, watching his mother die in front of him, and then watching her be carried away.

In the morgue, looking at his gray-faced mother, he looked straight at her, without crying or making trouble, just looking straight at her.

The gray-faced mother suddenly opened her eyes and screamed at him: "Revenge, revenge, revenge!"

In front of him, his mother was still lying down, and she didn't open her eyes and scream at him!

In front of the mourning hall, he was the only one who kept the spirit, and no one accompanied him. His father didn't even look at him, and said something bad to him.

He was nine years old that year, and he was dressed in filial piety and linen, kneeling straight in front of the spirit, looking at the coffin in front of him, and looking at the empty mourning hall except for him.

He felt a burst of cold air, and the cold air poured up from the soles of his feet to the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

He really wants to talk to someone, he's so cold, he's so scared.

But no one!

There is no one around!

His whole body trembled with fear, he wanted to run away, he didn't want to be here.

"Bang!"

At this moment, there was a thumping in the coffin, and the little man was so frightened that his whole body trembled, his lips were white, and he didn't dare to move.

The coffin board was violently opened, and a bruised face sat up from the coffin, with green eyes, staring at the villain.

Ten fingernails, black and long hair.

His mother, who violently jumped out of the coffin, stiffened, jumped up in front of him, opened her mouth wide, spewed out a rancid smell from her mouth, and wanted to vomit in disgust.

"Revenge, revenge, revenge!"

The little man's whole body trembled, and his hoarse voice echoed: "Revenge, revenge, revenge!"

His mother smiled at this time, her bruised face, green eyes, and long black nails, sprinting against every nerve of his, and she smiled with a smirk: "Revenge, revenge, revenge!"

The roar that pierced into the heart made the little man come back to his senses violently and find that he was sweating profusely.

But there was no one in front of him.

The coffin board was still there, and the lid had not been lifted.

Everything is so quiet, quiet as if the world is the same, he is alone.

He was afraid of this feeling, and his lips trembled: "Mom!"

He didn't cry, he didn't cry, he just felt cold all over his body.

The coffin was still in that position, but at this time, it was like magic, in his eyes, one big, one small, constantly stimulating him.

The little man swallowed his saliva with difficulty, walked to the coffin with difficulty, stretched out his thin hand, and stroked and touched the coffin lid.

Over and over again, just like his mother, who used to hold him and touch him like this, warm and comfortable.

He leaned on his stomach and smiled like honey: "Mom, I will avenge you, you are in the spirit of heaven, you must bless me." ”

At this time, he felt a pair of hands, as if they were sticking out of the coffin, hugging him, this feeling, as if he had returned to his mother's arms.

"If so!"

Lin Ruoran in the blood and water, just like his mother who jumped off the building, sprinted his whole body senses.

He was scared!

It was as if he saw his mother, who was always at night, with a bruised face, long black nails, and a hideous face yelling at him: "Revenge!"

He didn't want another woman, and he was afraid when he said the word 'revenge' in his dreams.

He was really scared, he just wanted someone to accompany him at night, just quietly accompany him, just fine!

"Mom!"

He tried his best to control his hands from trembling, fished Lin Ruoran out of the bloody water, touched his nose, and was still angry.

The movement quickly bandaged Lin Ruoran's wound, and his face was expressionless, like a lifeless doll.

Picking up the mobile phone, he dialed 120, but finally pressed it off, sat on the edge of the bed, and quietly looked at the woman on the bed, expressionless.