The biting cold pierced into Shu Ange's body like an awl.

She moved, her numb and cold body as if she didn't belong to her at all.

She opened her heavy eyelids with all her might, and all she could see was a blinding red.

"He Yunlan is going to die, a slut who should have died a long time ago!"

"What is the Dutch pig, dare to pester us."

"Do you really love me, do you really love me, why don't you use a death certificate."

Countless sharp and noisy voices fought in Shu Ange's head.

She didn't have time to distinguish these, so with the little strength she had, she picked up the mobile phone next to her and dialed 120.

"Help me, help, 3203 Lijing Apartment."

Her voice was dry, like nails hanging from frosted glass.

The house number of the apartment is engraved in the depths of the original owner's soul.

After doing all this, Shu Ange got out of the bathtub and climbed out.

The original owner's pure white dress was stained red with blood.

She was like a fish out of water, her eyes slightly open, her eyes wide.

Downstairs, there was a shrill roar of an ambulance, and Shu Ange listened quietly until the medical staff broke down the door and carried her onto a stretcher in shock.

Saved, she thought.

The apartment was like a large beehive, and when something happened to the tenant of 3203, the tenants of the other rooms immediately boiled.

"I heard that a female model on the second floor committed suicide? Paramedics go into a place of blood! ”

"Is it true that he committed suicide or is it fake? Their line of work is so chaotic, maybe it's a vendetta. ”

"Tsk, it's a pity that such a beautiful girl committed suicide, how good it would be to be my daughter-in-law."

Just as the ambulance left, a young man wearing headphones and a hoodie looked at the place where the lights were on and sighed slightly.

It's not fun, he should appear in time like a hero, so that this game can be more fun.

The young man threw the takeaway in his hand into the trash, took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, and smoked it leisurely.

Someone called the police, and after a while, the police went to the Lijing apartment to understand the situation.

The young man who smoked a cigarette had a completely changed temperament, and accepted the police interrogation in a fresh, clean and slightly sad tone.

"My name is Mo Zimo, I am He Yunlan's ex-boyfriend, she said on WeChat that she was not in a good mood, and she was very discouraged and desperate, I couldn't rest assured that she would come over to take a look."

In the process of replying, Mo Zimo perfectly interpreted the regret, concern, and imperceptible embarrassment of his ex-lover.

"Is Yun Lan okay? She's so stupid, I knew she wouldn't think about it like this, I should have spent more time with her. ”

His sad and outward expression won sympathy from the police: "Young man, rest assured, Miss He's life is not in danger." Nowadays, young people are under a lot of pressure, and they are easy to get into the horns, so they have to look at everything. ”

"Thank you for your enlightenment, I will tell Yun Lan."

Mo Zimo thanked him shyly and watched the police leave.

On Weibo, @贺_云岚定时发送的微博更新了.

He Yunlan V: As you wish, I will die.

This simple Weibo soon caused an even bigger backlash, with more ridicule than uneasiness.

"Haha, how could He Biao be willing to die. She still wants to pester my family Momo, and she feels sorry for Momo and Qingqing. ”

"What if she does kill herself? Wouldn't we be going too far? ”

"Those who are worried about He, think about Mo Mo and Qingqing who are entangled in us, this kind of cheap woman, no one is sorry if she dies."

There are also enthusiastic netizens who are relieved not to report to the police.

More than an hour later, Ping An CY issued an announcement confirming that model He Moumou committed suicide in the bathroom, and also said that she was not in danger of life.

Under He Yunlan's Weibo of more than 100,000 fans, the noise became even more fierce.

"Keyboard man, driving people to death, are you happy? Every single one of you is a murderer! ”

"Some people don't kidnap morally, and even if a bad person commits suicide, it's because of the bad things he did, not because of other people's evaluation."

"Seriously, I actually have a trace of regret when I heard that He Moumou's life is not in danger."

"Hehe, you're still too sweet. Suicides like this, which are self-directed and self-acted, are all acting for others to see. ”

In the hospital, Shu Ange, who had undergone emergency rescue and blood transfusion, lay quietly in the ward, her pale face and thin and scary body made her look like a shabby glass doll.

Her phone address book was clean, and only the numbers of three people were stored.

The doctors called one by one, one did not connect, and the other voice was noisy like a jump.

"Hello, are you Ms. He Yunlan's family member?"

"What? What, what do you say? ”

While dancing, Wu Yu put his ear to the microphone, trying to hear it clearly.

"Hello, Ms. He Yunlan committed suicide, and she is in ward 507 of the First People's Hospital of CY District."

The word suicide made Wu Yu instantly come to his senses.

She snapped, slapped off the salty pig hand that was reaching out to her in the chaos, wiped her hair back, picked up her bag and hurried away.

After getting into the taxi, Wu Yu first clicked on He Yunlan's Weibo and sent her a long paragraph cracklingly.

Seeing that she really didn't reply, she woke up most of the time, clicked on Weibo and accurately searched for "He_Yunlan".

"Damn, it's really a suicide, sisters, this is a big surprise."

Wu Yu completely sobered up, scolded a few disrespectful netizens in reply, and then turned to Mo Zimo and Lin Qing's Weibo.

The two GAY angry people in GAY are still quiet on Weibo.

She sneered and picked up the grievances for He Yunlan, one of her few best friends.

Everyone says that they worship money materially and are glamorous and cheap.

But who knows, the forbearance behind their heavy makeup.

Wu Yu's dress was incompatible with the cold and solemn hospital, she stepped on high heels, and now the medical guide asked about He Yunlan's situation.

The doctor on the other end of the phone testified, and Wu Yu soon arrived at Shu Ange's hospital room.

After getting out of the danger period, Shu Ange was transferred to a three-person ward.

The original owner cut his wrists this time, looking dangerous, but in fact, there was still room for it.

It's just that there is blood everywhere, and the visual effects are a little scary.

She lay quietly on the hospital bed, looking like a supple cat, Wu Yu's cold heart softened by life.

She half-knelt in front of the bed, looked at Shu Ange, who was still asleep, and whispered: "You have long and endured, you dare to commit suicide." ”

Looking at her mummy-like wrist, Wu Yu's voice couldn't help choking.

The slight cry alarmed Shu Ange, and she opened her eyes to face a face with heavy makeup in the dim light.

Seriously, it's a little scary visual.

If it weren't for Shu Ange's boldness, I'm afraid he would be frightened again.

"Don't, worry."

Her throat burned as if it had been burned by fire.

Wu Yushou grabbed the side of the bed and didn't dare to touch her, with two packs of tears in his eyes: "You said that you are not a big fool, you will break up when you break up, why are you used to that turtle grandson!" ”

[It's so uncomfortable to be sick]