"Do you remember that little yellow hair who came to the door to find trouble?" Ye Xiaohong said with a sip of wine, still with a "" smile on her face.

Long Xiaojiu nodded, "Of course I remember ......"

The two have been talking about all kinds of things from their meeting to the recent events, but Long Xiaojiu has been busy with work and has no time to take care of Ye Xiaohong and them.

Ye Xiaohong, Cai Meixian, Tong Yanhui and Qi Wenhui often discussed together how to help Long Xiaojiu, and several times Ye Xiaohong also wanted to give up her revenge plan for a while, but in the end hatred prevailed.

Unconsciously, after half a day, the two talked about the past clearly, and there was nothing more to say.

During this time, Long Xiaojiu's heart has been calculating, he is always thinking about how good it would be if he could continue like this, everyone will no longer have hatred, there will no longer be fighting with each other, how good it would be to make everything quiet.

So Long Xiaojiu opened his mouth and persuaded: "Sister Hong, in fact, Yang Sicong is ......."

Ye Xiaohong's face suddenly turned cold, and he threw the wine glass on the ground, and at the same time took out the pistol, Long Xiaojiu was startled.

"Long Xiaojiu, that's the end of our previous affairs, it's time to talk to you about my own affairs. ”

As soon as Long Xiaojiu wanted to speak, Ye Xiaohong raised the hand holding the gun and aimed it at Long Xiaojiu and loaded it.

"Presumably you already know what happened, otherwise you wouldn't have chased all the way here, in this case, I won't hide anything anymore, in fact, in the past two years, I have been thinking about killing you all the time to avenge my husband!"

Ye Xiaohong's attitude became as cold as an ice cellar, her eyes were full of hatred, at this moment, her mind was full of hatred for Long Xiaojiu, and nothing else.

Long Xiaojiu's heart was even more sour, the moment he was afraid of came after all, and the beauty was always so short-lived.

He slowly lowered his head and listened to the tearful Ye Xiaohong tell everything she felt painful and unwilling.

As Ye Xiaohong's expression changed instantly, the atmosphere in the room also began to plummet sharply, and in the face of the empty muzzle, Long Xiaojiu's heart trembled.

"You...... Calm down, have something to say. Long Xiaojiu persuaded.

Ye Xiaohong became more and more crazy, and stood up with a "swish" and put the muzzle of the gun all the way to Long Xiaojiu's head, "Do you know how I have come over in the past two years, do you know how many tears I secretly shed alone every night every night, do you know how deep my hatred for you is!"

Long Xiaojiu suddenly understood that what Ye Xiaohong said at first that Yang Sicong treated her badly, what domestic violence and the like were all false.

Ye Xiaohong's purpose in fabricating these was to get close to Long Xiaojiu and find an opportunity to avenge Yang Sicong.

I thought that getting rid of one side of the social scum and stabilizing the other side was to accumulate virtue and do good, but their family members ......

Long Xiaojiu's idea was wrong, but after two years of getting along with Ye Xiaohong, everything Ye Xiaohong did for him made him feel guilty when he faced Ye Xiaohong again.

Ye Xiaohong looked at Long Xiaojiu and smiled coldly, "You don't have to blame yourself for this, I know you're right, it's hard for Yang Sicong to be angry if he doesn't die, I know a lot of things he has done with him over the years, and I also know that one day he will have such an ending." ”

It seemed that Ye Xiaohong had not completely lost her mind, and Long Xiaojiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But here Ye Xiaohong was furious again, and slammed Long Xiaojiu's head with the muzzle of the gun, so frightened that Long Xiaojiu retreated again and again.

"Since you know this, then why are you still doing it to those innocent children?" Long Xiaojiu said forcibly and calmly.

Ye Xiaohong smiled wryly, "Actually, I don't want to, I know what kind of person you are after two years with you, and I have persuaded myself to give up many times, but I can't do it......"

At the mention of this, Ye Xiaohong suddenly sat down on the ground slowly as if she had lost her strength, covering her face and crying.

Although she had hatred in her heart, the only remaining shred of reason and kindness did not allow her to do so, and such people often suffered after two years of suffering.

Long Xiaojiu saw that Ye Xiaohong had relaxed her vigilance a little, and wanted to comfort her and take the opportunity to grab the gun.

But as soon as Long Xiaojiu moved his steps, Ye Xiaohong stood up again and pointed a gun at Long Xiaojiu, "Stay away from me!"

Long Xiaojiu smiled awkwardly and raised his hands high, slowly retreating.

Next, Ye Xiaohong complained again and again, repeating constantly, she was ready to die in her heart, and it was precisely because of this that she repeated those words infinitely.

She also wanted to survive in this world for a second longer, so that she could remember that beautiful old days.

Long Xiaojiu listened so quietly, he didn't know how to open his mouth to comfort, after all, he was facing one of the people he trusted and relied on very much.

Ye Xiaohong said to Long Xiaojiu with tears in her eyes: "Long Xiaojiu, I don't blame you, if you really want to blame fate, I like you very much, but you just killed my husband, you don't know that he helped me and took care of me when I was the most depressed......"

As she spoke, Ye Xiaohong began to cry again, and her relationship with Yang Sicong could be seen.

Long Xiaojiu didn't know what kind of ending he was going to face next.

"Long Xiaojiu, can you hold me? I'm afraid. Ye Xiaohong suddenly raised her head, and her expression could be described as pitiful.

Long Xiaojiu was silent for a moment and nodded, he slowly opened his arms, and Ye Xiaohong slowly moved closer to Long Xiaojiu until the two came into close contact.

This feeling can be said to be wonderful, Long Xiaojiu has never had such a feeling of hugging a woman and being full of innocence, as if returning to nature.

"Sister Hong, go back with me, I will find a way to deal with the affairs of the hospital, will you be by my side in the future?" Long Xiaojiu pressed his face tightly against Ye Xiaohong's messy hair.

Ye Xiaohong shook her head, "I can't go back, if you want to blame us, blame us for not having fate, Long Xiaojiu, we'll see you in the next life!"

Just as Long Xiaojiu was puzzled by this, suddenly a piercing gunshot burst through the original tranquility in the house.

Long Xiaojiu glanced up, Ye Xiaohong had already made a bloody hole in his temple with a gun, and the person lost his life on the spot.

"Is this the best ending between us?" Long Xiaojiu slowly put Ye Xiaohong's body on the ground while holding it, muttering to himself at the same time.

Ye Xiaohong committed suicide in fear of sin, and one of the most trusted people around him left like this, Long Xiaojiu suddenly felt a sense of loss, and he even began to question what was the point of him living like this.

Today is Ye Xiaohong, so who will it be tomorrow.

Of course, this is just a fleeting thought in Long Xiaojiu's mind, he is actually sad because of Ye Xiaohong's death, and fate between the two of them is still fate after all.

(End of chapter)