752 What a sarcasm

Zhen Yingying spat at him again in disgust, and the angry swordsmen were a little trembling.

I had the heart to step forward and beat this woman again, but considering that there were so many people around, I had to give up.

There were more and more blood stains flowing under Sissi's body, her face was so pale that there was no blood, she didn't even have the strength to cry out in pain, only a small muffled hum, and the hand holding Zhu Jian was much looser.

Zhu Jian could only retract his gaze, comfort Sissi again, and keep calling her, for fear that she would fall asleep.

Zhen Yingying sneered, ignored the surrounding gazes, forced her figure, and looked down at the dog man and woman proudly. Only she knew that there was only desolation left in her heart.

Zhu Jian will never know that her last girlfriend was also destroyed by her. In nearly six years, she has never regretted it.

But now, she suddenly regretted it a little.

Originally, what I was experiencing now should be what that woman should have experienced. When I dismantled the two of them, I couldn't say that I helped the woman myself, so as not to be deceived by this scumbag.

She sneered, and went about her work, but she was a good person.

After freeing the woman from the fire pit, he jumped happily......

What a sarcasm.

She looked at Zhu Jian's back, which was stingy with a single look, and suddenly felt very tired.

She could pretend to be over the years of it, but God knows how mixed she felt when she received that anonymous letter.

She didn't even have a chance to doubt the authenticity, because she saw the photo, and it had the time it was taken. Just in the last few days, my husband came back, but told me that he was still on a business trip and would come back a few days later.

On the phone, his natural tone seemed to linger in his ears. She didn't know how long she had been deceived by his natural tone, only that she was tired.

She breathed a deep sigh of relief, probably, she didn't need to pretend anymore.

Silently watching the two of them lying down and squatting, she suddenly felt a little envious of Zhang Jiaxin. Because the man a few years ago was excellent and handsome, and I don't know how much better than Zhu Jian.

But he was looking for Zhang Jiaxin, and even told himself that he wanted to thank her.

- Thank you for the woman you killed. If I hadn't found her, I wouldn't have let you continue to be so safe.

She remembered his words, cold and serious.

I don't know if the man found Zhang Jiaxin. Of course, she didn't want the man to find it, and it was better not to find it in her life.

The ambulance came, the back door opened, and several paramedics came out on stretchers. Human life is at stake, and the onlookers are very consciously flashing out of a passage.

Sissi was carried on a stretcher by Zhu Jian and did simple first aid measures, and the medical staff carried the stretcher and walked quickly and methodically while evacuating the crowd.

Zhu Jian followed on the side, never looked at Zhen Yingying again, and got into the ambulance and left.

Zhen Yingying stood there with an indifferent expression, looking at the large pool of blood remaining on the ground.

She thought, with so much blood, no matter how much she saved, it should be impossible for the child to be saved.

She was the only one left, probably because she felt that she couldn't see anything if she stayed any longer, and then she looked at this woman who looked like she had lost her soul, and she couldn't bear to watch the excitement anymore, so she left one after another.

Ke Wenyuan looked at the crowd showing signs of dispersion, pulled his mask, and looked sideways at Zhang Jiaxin, who covered most of his face and only showed a pair of eyes.

"Do you want to talk to the woman?"