Shitong's crying became louder and louder, and the shouting at Chang Yichen made people listen to it so hysterically, as if he was questioning what had just happened, but it was also like questioning what Chang Yichen had done to her.

Shitong's cry stirred Chang Yichen's heart very upset, and she wanted to comfort her, but the things she did were so unforgivable, Chang Yichen left Shitong's body, and stood there looking at Shitong who had curled up.

Angry and distressed, he pinched his waist with his hands and didn't know what to do with her, he scratched his head a little irritably, and finally pointed to the poet who was crying loudly and said fiercely: "Liu Shitong remember today's events, if you dare to provoke me again, try it." After speaking, the poet's crying was still bursting, and Chang Yichen reluctantly shook his hand and left.

I didn't dare to make any sound when I cried silently before, but today Shitong was left alone in the room, and she cried fiercely, and the painful grievances that had been pressing on her heart for so long were all pouring up like a mountain torrent bursting the embankment.

Chang Yichen came to the study and slammed the door shut, and sat down on the chair, as if he had thrown himself on it, but on the table was a photo of Shitong, which looked so dazzling today, Chang Yichen sat up and stared at the photo of Shitong.

She knew that it was so sweet, and he hadn't seen such a smile in a long time.

But Shitong married him because of money, and this idea entered his mind like a poisonous worm, and then angrily buckled her face on the table, and the cold chill at the corner of his mouth brought out the pain in his heart: "Liu Shitong, dare to play me, it's not that simple." ”

The light bursting out of the eyes like a deep pool makes people tremble. The slender fingers clasped the frame tightly, and the fingers became as white as bones.

Shitong vented very thoroughly, she didn't even know when she fell asleep, and she had a headache in the morning, probably because she cried too hard yesterday!

Raised his head a little tired and saw that the bed on the side was empty, Chang Yichen should not have come back to sleep last night, Shitong sighed deeply and got up from the bed.

The poet boy standing in front of the mirror was a little unrecognizable, his eyes were red and swollen like a watery spirit, and his lips were slightly swollen, which clearly reminded the poet boy that Chang Yichen almost committed violence to himself last night. Standing there and thinking about it was a little scary, his bloodthirsty eyes.

"How did I get to be the way I am now! No, it's not me, I have to get out of here. As if he had made up some kind of determination to himself, the poet boy washed up quickly.

When he was about to go out, his footsteps stopped next to the box of contraceptive pills, as if he remembered something, picked up the box of pills, held it tightly in his hand, and frowned slightly: "How can there be this, who is going to frame me?" Or Chang Yichen deliberately found fault. There is indeed a lot less medicine in the medicine box: "So careful, the appearance is in place?" ”

Shitong's brain was spinning rapidly, because now that someone was framing her, she had to think about the whole thing clearly, and now Chang Yichen refused to divorce her, so she had to be a little guarded.

She shook her head and said, "It shouldn't be him, there should be many ways to see me if I don't like him, and he won't be so boring." Could it be her? ”

The name was as if he was already standing in front of the poet, who straightened up and looked straight ahead. Shi Tong suddenly threw the medicine in his hand on the ground, staring at it with straight eyes: "If it's really her, it's really terrible." ”

If Shi Tong's guess was correct, then she had been drugged for so long, but she didn't know at all, and if she died, she didn't know how she died.