Zhang Yun's heart was beating wildly on the spot, he felt that Song Chuhui was a little wrong, so he decisively dodged to Song Chuhui, hugged her into his arms, and snatched the electric shock baton by the way.

At this moment, Zhang Yun was silent, his heart was as painful and aggrieved as if he was blocked by a big stone, he couldn't say anything, no one was more cowardly than him, not only was he deceived by Wu Xuemei's **, but he also watched his woman being ** by her, this TMD was simply coaxed to death.

And Song Chuhui also let Zhang Yun hold him, buried a delicate face deep in Zhang Yun's chest, couldn't see his expression clearly, didn't say a word, and was terrifyingly quiet.

For a while, the two of them were like a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks, silently embracing each other, and a sad and depressing atmosphere spread here.

And then, before Zhang Yun could figure out how to confess his big mistake to Song Chuhui, Song Chuhui asked softly:

"Husband, do you love me?"

Song Chuhui's tone was very light, and it sounded like a feather falling on the rippling lake, splashing wisps of waves in Zhang Yun's heart.

Almost subconsciously, Zhang Yun nodded extremely seriously, and said loudly without concealment:

"Love, I will love you for the rest of my life!"

As soon as Zhang Yun's words came out, Song Chuhui didn't make a sound here, and it wasn't until a while that Song Chuhui said quietly:

"Well, you come and love me!"

Saying that, Song Chuhui took Zhang Yun's hand, and the two of them walked to the bed, and then Song Chuhui climbed onto the bed like a cat, lay on it, and deliberately arranged her two slender and beautiful thighs in an "M" shape, and looked at Zhang Yun lightly with a pair of beautiful eyes, as if she was silently invited.

Zhang Yun was shocked on the spot, he didn't understand what Song Chuhui meant, at this moment, Zhang Yun looked at Song Chuhui's miserable white and haggard face, and his body was full of traces left by Wu Xuemei's rampant, Zhang Yun only felt that his heart was like a knife.

At the same time, Zhang Yun also smelled a very obvious smell of blood, and on the sheets, there was a large pool of red and bright blood, which was left by Wu Xuemei after the violence on Song Chuhui, which was shocking.

The next moment, Zhang Yun went directly to bed, but he didn't want to do that with Song Chuhui, but hugged Song Chuhui tightly into his arms, and his lips trembled and said:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry・・・・・・"

In addition to being sorry, Zhang Yun couldn't say any words of repentance, and in this regard, Song Chuhui just nestled silently in Zhang Yun's arms before he said:

"Xiaoyun, *how am I, I want it!"

But how could Zhang Yun do that kind of thing at such a time, Song Chuhui's body and mind were already devastated, and Zhang Yun would really be a beast if he did that kind of thing with her again.

"Wife, promise me, don't abuse yourself like this, don't be afraid, no matter what happens, your husband will be by your side, he won't leave you, never!"

Unconsciously, Zhang Yun couldn't control the tears overflowing in his eyes, and slowly ticked down Song Chuhui's forehead along Zhang Yun's warm cheeks.

At this moment, Zhang Yun only knew that he was sorry for the woman in front of him who loved him so much, even if he hadn't fallen in love with Song Chuhui until now, but he couldn't forget every moment when Song Chuhui took wedding photos with him that day.

At that moment, she was as beautiful and charming as a fairy of the Nine Heavens, her face was full of shy and happy smiles, and her sparkling eyes were filled with the sweetest love for him.

However, Song Chuhui did not react to Zhang Yun's painful comfort, and always buried his little face deep in Zhang Yun's chest, quietly.

And at the next moment, Song Chuhui suddenly raised his head and opened an incomparably beautiful smile at Zhang Yun, a pair of beautiful eyes were bent into a charming crescent, and the red tide was rolling, and Zhang Yun was a little stunned, obviously shocked by Song Chuhui's reaction.

This time, Song Chuhui took the initiative to kiss Zhang Yun's lips, her face was full of sweet smiles, and she greedily sucked the fragrance in Zhang Yun's lips and teeth, as if she was starved of oxygen.

Seeing this, Zhang Yun didn't make any moves, and let Song Chuhui kiss him, which he owed her, and at this moment, Zhang Yun smelled a luscious smell of blood again, but he didn't pay much attention to it, just the pool of blood on the bed.

And this kiss lasted for ten minutes, and it was only then that Song Chuhui opened Yun's lips easily, and a pair of beautiful eyes flashed with an amazing smile.

Zhang Yun couldn't understand why Song Chuhui laughed at such a time, but Song Chuhui just gave him a bright smile, like an extremely gorgeous epiphany, which made Zhang Yun inexplicably have a sense of fear.

At the same time, Song Chuhui suddenly put one of Zhang Yun's hands on her chest and said softly:

"Xiaoyun, do you know, there is a kind of person who will love someone until her heart breaks, but even if it is broken, she will still love that person, do you know why?"

Speaking of this, Song Chuhui's eyes began to glow with a faint sadness, but his face was still filled with a happy and beautiful smile.

Hearing this, Zhang Yun couldn't help but subconsciously shook his head, but he still hugged Song Chuhui tightly, especially Song Chuhui's hands, which were held down by Zhang Yun for fear that Song Chuhui would commit suicide.

But Song Chuhui didn't resist, just kissed Zhang Yun's lips gently, and said softly:

"Because, that person has ever given her the warmest embrace, the sweetest long kiss, and the most gentle smile, so, even if this heart will break, she will still love that person!"

Speaking of this, Song Chuhui couldn't help but kiss Zhang Yun's soft lips lovingly, revealing the last smile, tears flowed from her eyes, and said with a smile:

"Really, really love you, you are the stupidest fool in the world, stupid, so, you must be good, you must find a better and more beautiful girl than me, if you have a child, you must tell me when the time comes, I will wait for you in that world, I will always wait for you in that world, always wait for you・・・・・・"

The more Zhang Yun listened, the more frightened she became, and sure enough, Song Chuhui had the idea of suicide again, but the next moment, before Zhang Yun could open her mouth to stop Song Chuhui, her beautiful eyes closed weakly.

And the beautiful face, which was originally full of flushes, was instantly filled with a miserable whiteness, without a trace of blood.

On the spot, the great fear in Zhang Yun's heart clearly emerged, and subconsciously, Zhang Yun looked down tremblingly.

I saw that at one of Song Chuhui's wrists, a big hole was cut by something sharp, and blood was gushing outward one after another, which had completely stained the entire sheet.

And in the palm of Song Chuhui's outstretched hand, there was a page of blades lying quietly inside.

Commit suicide by cutting your wrists!

Just in an instant, Zhang Yun's black eyes suddenly widened, Song Chuhui committed suicide in front of him again, he had tried his best to prevent her from committing suicide, but as a result, Song Chuhui still chose this path.