Zhao Qingyue gritted her teeth with red eyes, rushed to the kitchen like the wind, and when she really took a kitchen knife out to chop and get drunk, Zhao Tingzhi on the side stopped her in time!

Zhao Tingyi snatched the knife from her hand and reprimanded her as a father, "What are you still crazy about!" The most important thing now is to deal with your mother's funeral, do you think you are still a child, accept the reality for me! ”

"Heh," Tang Yingxue saw that she hadn't fallen to her death just now, but she was a little disappointed, and she added fuel to the fire and mocked, "Zhao Qingyue, your mother is still cold, what do you say you are messing around!" I really want to commit suicide, why don't you run to the 20th floor and jump, jump off the second floor at home, fall down and die, fall into a vegetative person or something, and even affect your dad, you-"

"Enough," Zhao Tingzhi couldn't listen anymore, he stared at Tang Yingxue with a dark face and said, "It's not messy enough here, isn't it?" Don't hurry up and help deal with it, it's crooked! ”

"What's the matter with me, it's your ex-wife, and it has nothing to do with you when she dies, but you like to meddle in things." Tang Yingxue complained a few words unhappily, but when she saw Zhao Tingzhi's black face, she had to shut up.

Next, Tang Yingxue left alone, and Zhao Tingzhi, as Zhao Qingyue's father, had a little conscience, and personally helped Zhang Luo about Qin Ying's funeral, including finding a cemetery, sending him to be cremated, notifying relatives and friends, holding a funeral, and burial......

*

After burying Qin Ying, Zhao Qingyue fell into an unprecedented state of depression.

She didn't go anywhere every day, she didn't do anything, she either nestled up on the sofa, she didn't lie on the bed, she didn't eat, she didn't drink, she didn't speak, her eyes were dull, her head was stiff and paralyzed, like she was stupid.

This state lasted for five days, and Shen Zui also lived in her house, guarding her every day, observing her, and even sleeping in the same bed with her at night.

However, she seemed to be like he was air, unable to hear his words or see what he was doing, completely ignoring his presence, and not seeing any emotion in his eyes......

She lived so numbly, withering day by day, deeply immersed in the disillusionment of her mother's death and unwilling to come out.

On this day, Shen Zui came to her bedroom with the lunch prepared by the nanny.

He scooped a little shrimp porridge with a spoon and carefully fed it to her mouth, his tone was gentle and full of flattery, "It's the fifth day, just eat a little bit, okay?" ”

"......" Zhao Qingyue looked away expressionlessly and ignored it.

He chased after her mouth again, trying to forcibly pry open her lips and feed her, she waved her hand coldly, and directly threw the bowl in his hand to the ground, and the steaming porridge spilled all over the ground!

The expression on his face darkened, and anger rose from his chest unconsciously......

He rudely pinched her slender arms, and repeatedly tightened her body possessively, lowered his head to her face, and roared anxiously and irritably:

"Zhao Qingyue, how long are you going to do it! Lao Tzu has already treated you with low esteem, what else do you want?! Didn't you want to kill me? Here you go! As long as you eat and say a word, Lao Tzu's life can be given to you! ”

"......" Zhao Qingyue didn't react in the slightest, didn't struggle, didn't resist, didn't look at him, and didn't even blink his eyelids.

He only felt a punch hit the cotton, staring at her touching but broken cheeks for a moment, his heart ached, and suddenly he wrapped her whole body into his arms with pity......

He hugged her so tightly that he was about to crush her, and he couldn't help but rub his cheeks against her white cheeks, rubbing and rubbing, his kiss fell on her eyes, nose, mouth, and tossed to her neck......

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he kissed her skin emotionally, "If I knew that you would be tortured like this if I put that video, I wouldn't have done it,"

"Who asked you to kill my child," he said in a low and hoarse voice, still buried in her neck, "Zhao Qingyue, do you know how ruthless you are, you won't give me a chance at all...... I just wanted to ruin you that day, when you have nothing, I can pull you back from Qu Dongli, you are my woman, you can only be my ......"

With that, his rough fingers lifted her chin, covered her soft lips, and kissed it deeply......

He skillfully swept every corner of her mouth, trying to get her response with this passionate entanglement,

However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not feel the slightest response from her, and he kissed her, from gentle and delicate to irritable and rough, always like kissing a cold puppet......

He had to let her go with great interest!

Seeing that she fell silently at the head of the bed, with her back to him, he only felt that he had nowhere to vent his grievances, and he slammed a vase at the head of the bed against the wall and smashed it!

"......" Zhao Qingyue was not frightened, and lay quietly on her side, with a blank face.

In the face of such a her, Shen Zui suddenly felt that he had reached the end of the road, there was nothing he could do, his chest was so tight that he was about to suffocate, he got up and took his mobile phone and car keys and walked out of the bedroom, and closed the door heavily!

He rushed downstairs in three steps and two steps, walked out of the living room, got into the car quickly, and went straight to the entertainment club he frequented as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, intending to borrow wine there to drown his sorrows and completely numb himself with alcohol......

Zhao Qingyue on the bed continues to be in a state of lovelessness, she seems to have no sense of anything, and the only thing left in her mind is the death of her mother, the collapse of her life, and the unpredictability of the future......

She has long been numb to pain, from body to spirit is sluggish, collapsed, she doesn't want to live, she doesn't want to die, she doesn't have the strength to hate anyone, and she doesn't have the strength to love anyone, she wants to sleep forever, never to wake up and face this desperate life......

But just as she was drowsy, the email on her phone rang.

She had automatically blocked all sounds these days, but somehow, when she heard the prompt tone of this email, she suddenly trembled, and her weak hand reached out from the quilt to take the phone~

When I opened the email, the sender was my mother Qin Ying.

Seeing Qin Ying's familiar email account, Zhao Qingyue's heart, which had been numb for a long time, twitched fiercely......

Obviously, this is an email that Qin Ying had written before her death, and it was set up to be sent on a regular basis, and it happened to be sent to Zhao Qingyue's mailbox on the first seven days.

The subject of the email is: Yue'er, your mother is gone, you have to live strongly.

The content of the email is as follows-