"Don't talk about pulling down." Qiao Weiwei pulled the quilt, looking like she was resisting death.

"I met Chu Yu with Xiangbei when I was a seventeen-year-old high school, Chu Yu was very pure at that time, and it was love at first sight when Xiangbei caught up, after chasing it, Chu Yu fell step by step, but Xiangbei couldn't contain his flowery heart always in the twilight, Chu Yu couldn't stand it, so he broke up with him, and then, they continued to be friends, Chu Yu has never been in love since then......"

"Well, she's waiting for Europe to go north... Why is Ou Xiangbei not with her? ”

"I don't know what to do."

Clear-eyed people, at a glance, know that the reason why Zhou Chuyu is no longer looking for it is because his heart belongs.

Qiao Weiwei's heart was a little moved.

The next day, after a hangover, Zhou Chuyu dragged his groggy body into the bathroom.

As soon as I soaked in the bathtub, I heard a knock on the door.

"Who?" Zhou Chuyu asked.

"It's me, Vivi. I'll send you clothes. ”

"Oh, Vivi, come in." Zhou Chuyu said.

Qiao Weiwei put the clean clothes on the sink and said, "Chu Yu, the clothes and underwear are new, I haven't worn them... I'll put it here for you. That, I'll go out first,"

"Well, thank you, Weiwei."

Zhou Chuyu looked at Qiao Weiwei's back as she left, the corners of her mouth lifted lightly, leaning against the wall of the bathtub, thoughtful.

Now, the three of them... It seems that she is still alone-

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"Weiwei, I'm going to go shopping in a while, do you want to go shopping together?" Halfway through breakfast, Zhou Chuyu drank the milk and asked.

"Okay... Anyway, I just want to go out and buy a bottle of perfume and ......"

"Dut...... ......The phone vibrated at this moment, interrupting Qiao Weiwei's words.

Qiao Weiwei glanced at Qiao Zhihai's name on the screen and picked it up: "Hey, Qiao Zhihai." ”

"Weiwei, can you come here?" On the other end of the phone, Qiao Zhihai's voice trembled.

At this moment, Qiao Zhihai is like a trembling boulder on the edge of the cliff, and he will be crushed at any time.

There was a feeling of uneasiness in my heart.

After hanging up the phone, she turned pale, picked up the phone, and said to Zhou Chuyu: "Chuyu, I'll go to the hospital, I'm afraid I won't be able to go out with you for a while." ”

"Do you want me to accompany you?"

"No...... No need ......"

After that, Qiao Weiwei hurriedly went upstairs, took her car keys, and ran out of the door-

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Qiao Weiwei would never have thought that she came in such a hurry, but she still couldn't see Qiao Zhihai's last face.

At the end of the day, the only thing waiting for her in the ward was Qiao Zhihai's corpse, which was covered with a white cloth and had not yet cooled down.

Chen Bihua and Qiao Jasmine cried together.

Qiao Weiwei trembled and lifted the white cloth, touched Qiao Zhihai's face that was not yet cold, and tears fell on his cheeks: "Qiao Zhihai......... Why don't you wait for me... I haven't hated you enough, how can you just die. ”

She thought that her love for Qiao Zhihai had long since disappeared with her mother's death.

But at this moment, she even had pain in breathing for anything.

She was about to suffocate when she was so depressed by this feeling.

"Qiao Weiwei, if it weren't for you, Zhihai wouldn't have died so early, he lived and you did all the bad things, with the purpose of making him angry, and now that he's dead, you got your wish, and you're crying in this cat again?" The ashtray, magazine, and fruit knife smashed into Qiao Weiwei's head together, and Chen Bihua was as hysterical as crazy, and Qiao Jasmine couldn't pull it no matter how she pulled it.

Chen Bihua beat Qiao Weiwei like crazy, this time, she didn't fight back.

"Enough!" The cold male voice interrupted Chen Bihua's movements.

Chen Bihua shivered......... Turning his head to look at the cool ......... who was dressed in black and frowned It was a chill, and at this moment, he was cold,,, like Satan... There was only murder in the eyes that looked at her,,,,, there.

If eyes could kill, she believed she would have died no less than a hundred times by now.