"Don't think you're great, haven't you done something disgusting? I didn't think you were such a disgusting person. Li Zhen stood in front of the windowsill and looked at the busy street, and then she turned her head and looked at Chen Xianhui. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing. As she spoke, she raised her mobile phone to Chen Xianhui.

Chen Xianhui looked at the photo on her phone, a middle-aged woman dressed as a waitress was sneaking something into a Louis Vuitton lady's handbag, and she didn't come close to look at the photo. She knew what was inside.

"You're such a scumbag. She spat at Li Zhen.

Li Zhen turned to the side, not surprised by Chen Xianhui's actions, she laughed, laughed evilly.

"You know, if it weren't for the fact that you were Hu Sheng's mother, I would have given this photo to the police, you should know what it means?" she said in a frivolous voice, as frivolous as eating and drinking.

"You just give it, I'm not afraid of you. Chen Xianhui yelled in disgust.

"The son instigated his own mother to poison his ex-wife's husband with alcohol and frame his mother-in-law. This headline should be very strong. Murderers get out of prison and kill again. Hahahahaha-"

"You-you-you wicked woman. Chen Xianhui approached Li Zhen, her eyes blazing with anger.

"Tsk-t-t--Mom, don't be angry! You know I don't want anything to happen to you and Hu Sheng. Now there is no one to stop us from being together. Li Zhen said, "You can go to the elderly well." You can go wherever you want, you see I have money now-" She spread her hands, looked around the room, and grinned.

"I'm not rare about your stinky money!" Chen Xianhui spat at Li Zhen again.

"Hahahaha--not uncommon? Your husband can take a lot of money from me! I tell you, I don't want to tell you this now, anyway, you have to let Hu Sheng come back to me now, you can't oppose us like before. If so, then we will be fine, otherwise...... Hmph - don't blame me for being ruthless. Li Zhen approached Chen Xianhui and said viciously: "Get out of here now, don't do anything that you regret." ”

Chen Xianhui came out of the hotel and stood on the side of the street blankly, at a loss. She stared blankly at the crowded streets. She knew that no one would notice her, a woman dressed in ordinary clothes, and that no one would realize that she was an accomplice to the murder. In fact, she just put a letter in An Xiaowen's bag. But now she can't say anything clearly, she doesn't want to send Hu Sheng to the cell again, poor An Xiaowen, poor Hu Sheng, poor peace of mind! She walked a few steps forward and sat down on the flower platform on the sidewalk. Thinking about how to explain to Hu Sheng, maybe she could find the woman named Shuqing again, she thought that she would not receive her anymore, she didn't cause her any more trouble. But how did things come to this? How did they come to this? She should have guessed that she was so stupid. Too stupid, she was blinded by hatred, saw only evil, enslaved by evil. Her heart had long been towards that demon. I've been towards that demon for a long time. But how could she forget her hatred, the woman who ruined her life, An Xiaowen! She will never forget that winter many years ago, in the cold winter, Zhou Zhiwen knocked on the door of her house.

"Hyunhye, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" he said, "I'm sorry for you." ”

Chen Xianhui wanted to close the door, she didn't want to listen to him, she didn't want to listen to his explanations, she didn't want to do anything, she had already heard about his dirty things.

"Listen to me, okay? Please, Huihui!" Zhou Zhiwen almost cried.

"What do you have to say, what do you have to say. Chen Xianhui said angrily in a hoarse voice, tears gushing out of her eyes. "My father has already received Hu Dafa's dowry. There's nothing more to say. It's all over, you go, go find your woman from the city. Let's go!" she said, slamming the wooden door shut and bolting it hard.

Zhou Zhiwen outside the door slapped hard, crying and begging for forgiveness. The woman inside the door fainted from crying, her voice hoarse. She grabbed the clothes on her chest with one hand, as if she wanted to break her heart out of her body.

Chen Xianhui, who was sitting on the flower stand, twisted her face in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto the back of her hand that grabbed her clothes. The scorching sun above her head shone on her motionless body, sweat and tears intertwined, and passers-by looked at her one after another, as if they were afraid that she would fall.

She sat like that for about five minutes, then wiped her face with the back of her hand, got up, and walked to the bus stop not far to the right.