"Jiang Huai is not dead, but you will never see him, never." Qin Bei continued to kill people and punish his heart, and his tone was as cold as winter frost.

That word was like a sharp silver knife, again and again, mercilessly piercing Jiang Ruo's heart, and she was about to tear out her heart.

The pain of such despair and suffocation.

She finally slowly accepted the news of Jiang Huai's death, but reality played tricks on her again.

Jiang Huai is not dead!

Her Ahuai is not dead!

"He won't love you anymore, he's forgotten about you."

Qin Bei clearly knew that as soon as this secret was revealed, it would undoubtedly push Jiang Ruo out and never return to him.

And he can't be with her well for the rest of his life.

His identity, his family, and everything he carried were not something she could bear.

From the very beginning, it was a show, a scam, and a toy.

Compared with letting Jiang Ruo feel the despair of pain before death, he is more like he has cast a dead end for himself with his own hands, an iron wall, between him and her, there will never be a return.

Jiang Ruo hurriedly fumbled and grabbed Qin Bei's trouser legs, crying heartbreakingly, tears falling down one by one, extremely miserable and pitiful.

She asked him loudly, "Do you know where Brother Ahuai is?" Tell me where he is, okay? Can you tell me okay? Tell me!"

In the end, Jiang Ruosheng begged him hoarsely, tears poured out, his emotions had never been so excited, and he was extremely humble: "I beg you! I beg you!"

"Qin Bei, I beg you!"

"Tell me where Brother Huai is, okay?" Jiang Ruo pleaded bitterly.

Qin Bei stared at Jiang Ruo, her face flushed from crying, her fair skin was red due to lack of oxygen, and even the swan's neck was slightly red.

Qin Bei's clear and desireless eyes crossed a strange light, subtle and complex.

He was slightly stunned, and there was an indescribable feeling, as if his heart was being entangled by something, clenched tightly, and it hurt inexplicably.

This strange sentiment didn't exist for long.

Qin Bei's eyelids were slightly lowered, his clear light brown eyes revealed complex meanings, and he said ruthlessly in Jiang Ruo's ear, "I won't tell you where he is."

Suddenly, he raised his slender fingers, and with a little force, he tore off the red bean bracelet on Jiang Ruo's wrist.

As if mocking, her love with Jiang Huai is nothing more than that.

Break it with a pull!

The red bean instantly fell to the ground and crackled for a while.

At that moment, Jiang Ruo's faith seemed to have completely collapsed, and the nerves that had been tense all along relaxed in an instant.

Her beautiful crescent eyes were red from crying, her eyes were still dark, she couldn't see anything, she knelt on the ground and picked up red beans in great distress, and murmured: "This is given to me by Ahuai, and no one is missing."

Jiang Ruo felt that the more he picked up, the more he seemed to be able to pick it up.

The other two men just watched coldly, and even had a hint of revenge and refreshment.

She used them as stand-ins, stand-ins for a dead man!

Huo Jinting and Zhou Qihe are both from prominent backgrounds and have noble status, how can the two who have always been proud be a substitute for others!

A fire of jealousy lingered in the heart for a long time.

The two of them only thought that Jiang Ruo simply liked red bean bracelets, but they never thought that what she liked was that dead man!

Because it's related to him, so cherish and like it so much?

Jiang Ruo clenched his hand full of red bean beads and shouted at Qin Bei, "Qin Bei, I hate you! I hate you!"

He shouldn't have lied to her about Jiang Huai!

also broke her love token with Jiang Huai!

He really made her feel unparalleled despair, first taking her to heaven and then pushing her into hell.

Looking at Jiang Ruo's hateful expression, Qin Bei's heart twitched slightly, very uncomfortable, and he couldn't breathe a little suffocated.

She hated him! Hate him!

"I hate you!"

In Jiang Ruo, there was another sad cry

In the shouting, she spurted blood with emotion, and even the forehead that was pressed and bumped by Huo Jinting before slowly flowed blood, along the bridge of her nose, across the corners of her eyes, mixed with tears, ticking and falling.

Her appearance was extremely miserable and embarrassing, as fragile as a piece of paper, and it only took a gust of wind to blow her to death.

Qin Bei saw Jiang Ruo's poisonous hair, and he was slightly unbearable, so he got up and left.

When he walked to the door, Qin Bei closed his eyes, twisted the Buddha beads in his hand at will, and his voice was as cold as an ice cellar, without a trace of temperature: "Huo Sanye, don't forget what I want."

Huo Jinting was busy untying the belt around his waist, his slender fingers with distinct joints were perfect like handicrafts, without a single flaw, and the green tendons on the back of his hands were suddenly undulating, full of strength.

"I'll have someone send it to you."

Before Qin Bei left, he reminded again: "She is claustrophobic, and she is very afraid of dark enclosed spaces."

"Fear of being whipped."

Qin Bei left, and only Huo Jinting and Zhou Qihe were left in the room.

Jiang Ruo knelt on the ground, his vision began to recover, and he could vaguely see a few rays of light, and countless red bean beads fell on the floor, allowing him to be trampled.

The ultimate sadness is laughter.

Jiang Ruo cried and cried and laughed, tears still flowed down from the corners of his eyes, and he kept repeating: "Brother Ahuai is not dead, Brother Ahuai is not dead..."

She cried and choked with sorrow, with a strong sadness and despair, "Ahuai, don't forget your worries, don't want me anymore, you won't come back to me." ap.

Jiang Ruo's mind was full of thoughts that Jiang Huai would no longer love her, and the so-called collapse was nothing more than that.

The whole world can not love her, but Jiang Huai can't, she can't accept it.

Whether it is Huo Jinting, Zhou Qihe, or Qin Bei, it doesn't matter if they love her or not, she only cares about Jiang Huai!

As long as Jiang Huai!

Zhou Qihe approached and dragged Jiang Ruo up from the ground, pressed him on the sofa, grabbed her arm with both hands, and also cried red-eyed, with grievances, sadness, and loss, and asked fiercely, "Jiang Ruo, do you love him so much?"

"What about me? What am I?"

Zhou Qihe disregarded his image, burst into tears, and roared loudly: "What am I to you?"

His voice suddenly lowered again, his body trembled, his voice full of anger and resentment, but it was more like laughing at himself: "Why can't you just love me? Is it hard for you to truly love me once?"

This birthday will be a nightmare for him, and it will hurt his heart just by thinking about it.

Young Master Zhou, who has always been proud and arrogant, has become a stand-in for other men, does he still have to be glad that he has Jiang Huai's peach blossom eyes? Do you have to thank Jiang Ruo for giving him a chance to get close to her?

Jiang Ruo slowly turned his eyes to look directly at Zhou Qihe, the two looked at each other, where is there any love?

Her eyes were dull and she lost her spirit, and she made up her mind to break off with him, saying cruel words: "Yes, I don't love you, I have never loved you."

"My so-called liking is just because your peach blossom eyes are very similar to Ah Huai, that's all."

"Never loved?" Zhou Qihe laughed while crying, and was heartbroken by Jiang Ruo, repeating Jiang Ruo's words, "That's all?"

He has tolerated her so much, so generous that he doesn't mind that she likes the new and hates the old, half-heartedly, and plays with multiple men, but she still refuses to want him?

Never even really loved him?!