A black Cadillac stopped at the door of Luo's villa quickly, Song Jiazhuo got out of the car quickly, and hurriedly walked in the courtyard.

The attendant followed behind, trembling and trotting to explain the situation inside.

As soon as the servant finished speaking, the man stopped suddenly, his whole body stiff and erect, his black eyes constricted, staring at the woman on the balcony on the second floor, clinging to the railing and swaying in the wind.

The woman was wearing white pajamas, her face was pale like a female ghost, her long black hair was messy in the wind, and her eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, losing her former agility and brightness.

Song Jiazhuo gasped, his hands on his side were clenched tightly, his green tendons were exposed, and a pair of angry eyes glared fiercely at the servants beside him, and his tone was cold and piercing, "Didn't I let you take a good look at Miss?" What do you think of people to put her up in such a dangerous place on the balcony? What are you still raising for, are they all a bunch of waste? ”

The servants hung their shoulders and drooped their heads, you look at me, I look at you, no one dared to speak.

Suddenly, there was a scream from upstairs, and everyone's eyes came to hear the sound, and their faces turned white in an instant.

I saw the woman swaying upstairs stumbling, and her upper body slanted downstairs.

Song Jiazhuo's eyes widened in horror, and her tense body quickly rushed to the bottom of the balcony.

Seeing that the woman was about to fall freely, a bodyguard upstairs quickly rushed over, grabbed one of the woman's arms tightly, and pulled her back to a safe place steadily.

The man stumbled a little in the run, almost falling, and at the same time the whole hanging heart was completely relaxed.

Song Jiazhuo regained her normal color, walked towards the living room, glanced at the maid who was following behind, and asked in a cold voice, "What about Mother?" How could she feel comfortable leaving Miss alone at home? ”

"The eldest lady said that she was going to see an old man who she hadn't been in touch with for a long time, but she just explained that she would come back before dinner?" The servant replied.

An old friend you haven't seen in a long time? Who's that?

The man furrowed his eyebrows slightly, heard the screams of the woman upstairs, and quickened his walk.

Song Jiazhuo quickly ran up to the second floor, and was just about to walk in the door, when he was almost hit on the head by something thrown from inside.

He looked at the woman who was throwing things frantically and going crazy inside, and burst into a loud shout, | What are you doing? Because you can't die, do you come to get something to vent? ”

Jiang Jiajia smashed the delicate wooden box that she copied to the ground, and the lid of the box was smashed open in an instant, and a dazzling array of jewelry was scattered all over the ground.

She rushed to Song Jiazhuo, grabbed the suit in front of him with both hands, her pale little face raised slightly, a pair of eyes that had lost her luster were wide open, her chapped lips moved, and her voice was hoarse, "It's all you, it's all your fault, didn't you say you wanted to help me?" How did you help that woman snatch him away from me! ”

Song Jiazhuo easily pulled down the woman's hands holding the placket of her clothes, looked at her with a cool gaze, and a sneer hung on the corner of her mouth, "After that incident, I thought you wouldn't be able to live because of this, but I didn't expect that the reason why you couldn't live was a man, or a man who would never be able to get it." “

"Ah...... Shut up, shut up! Get out, get out of ......" Jiang Jiajia pushed away the man in front of her fiercely, screaming in shock.

She kept falling backwards, accidentally tripped over the debris on the ground and sat down on the ground, her arms clutched tightly on her head, and her whole body trembled.

The thought of someone else that night made goosebumps stand up all over her body, and she vomits with disgust.

At the same time, from the depths of his heart, a monstrous hatred was derived from the entanglement, and he had to break the body of the most hated person into thousands of pieces, and he would never be able to live forever.

Song Jiazhuo was stunned by the appearance of a woman, and the resentment lurking in her heart disappeared in an instant, but slowly rose with a trace of pity.

He walked over, carefully picked her up, gently put her on the bed, covered her with the quilt, and softened his tone, "I'm sorry, I was wrong just now." The man who bullied you has completely disappeared from this world, and I have avenged you.

All the factors that are unfavorable to you in this world are gone, so ah, you must get better quickly and be the rude and willful lady of the Luo family again. ”

A tear slipped from the corner of the woman's closed eye and fell silently into the unkempt black hair that covered half of her face.

Just when the man thought she was about to fall asleep, the woman suddenly made a desolate voice, "I can't go back, I can't go back......"

In front of the five-star hotel in Los Angeles, a luxury private car stopped.

Luo Qi stared at the man who had been shrunk by his side with a cold face, and a vicious anger rolled up inexplicably in his heart.

"Song Dingguo, are you so afraid to see your ex-wife?"

Song Dingguo's old face, who was poked in the center, turned red suddenly, glanced at the driver in the front row, and glared at her with a tiger face, "What nonsense are you talking about, it's been so long in the past, everyone has each other's families, what are you going to entangle, and it hurts your face to say it." ”

"Yo, you only think about it now, will it be too late, why weren't you afraid of being embarrassed when you abandoned your wife and daughter earlier, pretending to be high."

The woman's harsh words made his wrinkled old face blush, he clenched his hands, held back his anger, and pushed the car door open first, and stepped out of the car, Luo Qi followed closely behind.

The two asked for the room number at the front desk, took the elevator and went straight up, and there was no communication during the process.

Liang Yulin leaned lazily on the sofa in the living room, seriously watching the interview with domestic financial figures broadcast on TV.

And the handsome and elegant man who was talking on TV was her husband, Yan Churui.

Although the man has reached the age of not being confused, and there is a lot of gray hair filled in between his temples, he does not lose his gentle and elegant temperament.

She and her husband can be regarded as childhood sweethearts, and they have no guesses.

They went to school together and grew up together, and they entered the palace of marriage together, and later gave birth to a pair of well-behaved and sensible children, and they have always been as sweet as ever, without the slightest gap.

Such a smooth sailing, happy marriage and family has always made her feel unreal.

She always felt that in her perfect life, she seemed to be missing something, and it was very important, and she couldn't think of what it was.

Sometimes in a dream at night, she will dream of a beautiful doll about three years old, with a black watermelon head, as soon as she sees her, she will pounce on her little short legs, hug her thighs tightly, look up her little head, look at her with a pair of big black grape-like eyes flashing with long eyelashes, and call "Mom" with a milky voice.

Hearing her call her mother, her heart softened.

But when she was about to pick up the little baby, she suddenly disappeared, and she could only hear her heart-rending cries.

Hearing the cry of the little baby, her heart was broken, and she was screwed together in pain.

I don't know how many times I've woken up crying in my dreams, and every time my husband asks, she tells him.

And after her husband heard this, he would look at her with that complicated and guilty look, which made her puzzled and asked him if he really had something to hide from him and didn't want to know about it.

But every time his excuse was, "You're thinking too much." ”

Could it really be that she is thinking too much?

But why is it that every time my daughter cries sadly, although she will also feel distressed, she does not have the suffocating pain in her dreams.

The sudden ringing of the doorbell interrupted the woman's nonsense, she thought that her husband had returned early, hurriedly got up and walked to the door, touched the tears that couldn't help but overflow from the corners of her eyes, wrapped the shawl on her body, pulled a smile at the corner of her mouth, and stretched out her hand to open the door.

When he saw the strange men and women outside the door, he was stunned for a moment, "Who are you?" ”

"Why, don't you know old friends when you find a good home?" Luo Qi was dressed in a long black skirt and stepped on high heels of more than ten centimeters, which was level with the woman standing in the door.

Her figure was already petite, and in order not to lose her momentum, she deliberately changed into high heels that had been farewell for nearly ten years today.

Liang Yulin was very uncomfortable when she heard what the noble woman said outside the door, frowned slightly, and her tone became tougher, "I don't know you, are you looking for the wrong room." ”

Luo Qi snorted coldly and pulled over the man who was almost stunned on the side, "You don't know me, then you should know this man who has lived with you for seven or eight years." ”

Liang Yulin was almost stunned, glanced at the tall and fat man next to him, and his tone was even more indifferent, "Where are you an ignorant woman, I don't know you, let alone this man, you don't talk nonsense here, my husband is coming back soon, if you don't want to cause trouble, leave quickly!" ”

Luo Qi sneered, took out an old six-inch color photo from her bag, and forced it into the woman's hand and mocked, "Pretend, you just continue to pretend, take a look at this photo first, you should know the family inside." ”

Song Dingguo, who was standing on the side, saw the photo that the woman took out, and his heart "banged", and he was completely flustered, and he couldn't even speak neatly, "How are you...... How did you get that picture? ”

When he divorced his ex-wife, he only took this photo, and the rest was torn up by his crazy ex-wife afterwards.

Over the years, he has not thought of his ex-wife and daughter, sometimes when he drinks too much, he will secretly hide in the study, take it out to see, and he will feel guilty and remorse for a long time.

He thought that he had been hiding well, but he didn't expect to be discovered by Luo Qi.

Luo Qi hugged his arms and looked coldly, and smiled at the man's face with a hint of embarrassment and self-deprecation, "I really didn't expect that you would do such a thing, and you have been hiding it for twenty years, if it weren't for a friend to borrow a book, I didn't know that there was such a big secret."

Now that I see a real person, people say they don't know you, tell me, do you feel very painful now? ”

Song Dingguo's whole old face turned into a pig's liver, and he burst into anger and shouted, "Luo Qi, shut up for me!" ”

Luo Qi was taken aback by the man's anger, this was the first time in so many years that he had seen him so angry.

Seeing the man clasping his hands tightly, he seemed to have the urge to strangle himself, and he also became angry, and was about to open his mouth to fight back, but was interrupted by the screams of the woman on the side.

"It can't be, it's not true......"

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