Thinking of Su Jiuge, his teeth were bitten fiercely, and the light in his eyes was dangerous and warm, Wen Yihuan got up directly from the ground, snatched the baseball bat in Wen Qiao's hand, and said sharply: "Because since I was a child, I have been more ruthless than you!"

Wen Yihuan and Wen Qiao pushed, cold sweat was dripping on their foreheads, and their beautiful faces were gloomy.

"Wen Yihuan, are you crazy?" Wen Qiao didn't expect Wen Yihuan to have so much strength, completely ignoring the injuries on his body.

Crazy?

Wen Yihuan chewed on this word carefully in her heart, and felt ridiculous, if she was crazy, she would not have died tragically and become the person she is now.

Wen Yihuan grabbed the baseball bat desperately, the bones seemed to be broken, there was a trance feeling of separation between the soul and the flesh, Wen Yihuan waved the stick out desperately, and at the same time, it was accompanied by an indifferent voice falling: "Wen Qiao, I don't care about the fish dying and the net being broken now."

"Ah...... Wen Yihuan, don't come here......" Wen Qiao was hit in the stomach with a stick, and his whole body curled up in pain, and he was about to faint.

The woman in front of her has a gentle face, and when she hooks her lips slightly, she is so charming that it makes people feel frightened, and at this time, this face is really like a demon crawling out of hell, hideous and indifferent.

Like, it's not Wen Yihuan at all, as if he still has someone else's soul, Wen Qiao feels that he thinks like this.

Wen Yihuan looked at Wen Qiao, her pink lips opened lightly, and she opened indifferently: "I have always been able to bear it, haven't you always known?"

How could Wen Qiao not know.

Wen Yihuan has been a girl who doesn't like to speak quietly since she was a child, every time she is bullied by her and her mother, she will always be silent, even if she is injured, she can do nothing as if nothing happened.

"Wen Yihuan, what right do you have to hate me?!" Wen Qiao shrank into the corner, endured the severe pain of fainting, and glared at Wen Yihuan with hatred: "What qualifications do you have, it was you and your mother who destroyed my family."

"Hate you?" Wen Yihuan put the baseball bat on Wen Qiao's body, his beautiful eyes suddenly showed a cold light, he pressed the stick down hard, and said coldly and sneeringly: "If my life is wasted on such trivial matters, then wouldn't my life be too boring."

Wen Qiao's face turned pale with pain, Wen Yihuan's devil-like face kept rushing in her eyes, tears seemed to rush out all at once, and the collapse was mixed with pain: "Wen Yihuan, a person like you is destined to die well in this life!"

Wen Yihuan's pupils shrank, and the baseball bat just fell, and the whole person also fell.

She has long since died well, she is no longer human at all, and she is adrift.

It hurts, the pain is too intense, and the sound of a dull bone cracking seems to come clearly all at once.

"Wen Yihuan, a person like you is destined to die well in this life!"

She has never done anything unreasonable, but in the end she still can't die well, life is really reincarnated but unfair and ridiculous.

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When Su Jiuge woke up, he was in the hospital room.

Her body was full of all kinds of pipes, and her breathing was a little laborious, but when the wind was gently cool on the tip of her nose and her thoughts were chaotic, she knew that she was inhaling oxygen.

Moving his eyes, Su Jiuge slowly opened his mouth: "Rong...... Rong Xun ......"

The man was sitting on the sofa in the ward in an elegant posture, and Su Jiuge had a slight stalk in his throat, and he called out the man's name softly.

Rong Xun was originally holding his head with his hands and pretending to sleep, but when he heard the voice, he immediately opened his eyes and rushed over, put his hands on the hospital bed, carefully did not touch the pipe, and his voice was hoarse and slightly drunk: "Awake?" What's uncomfortable? ”