PRESIDENT, GO AWAY!

Xu Youran's face was full of tears and begged each other. She had been defiled. She couldn't stand it. She didn't want to be defiled by such a group of beggars!

But none of those people wanted to save her, and no one was willing to let her go!

The man called boss looked at this scene, but he went to prepare the recording screen and prepared the video recorder. After watching a performance, Xu leisurely said indifferently, "play by yourself. I'll go outside and smoke a cigarette. I can play casually. People can't die, okay?"

"It's the boss!"

The crowd said in unison, and then sent the man away.

Xu Youran looked at the people around and shook his head desperately. In a moment, a hand had been put on her, and her whole mood collapsed completely——

"Ah -" her bleak scream suddenly rang through the whole room.

This is the most terrible thing Xu Youran has experienced in her life, and it is also a nightmare she will never forget in her life!

……

The night is as cool as water.

Huo tingxiao stayed in Phoenix bay for a long time. He didn't get up until the evening. He was ready to go to Shen Qingqing's cemetery. By the way, he was thinking about whether to build a tombstone for ah Yan, but on second thought, maybe Shen Qingqing wouldn't allow him to do so at all!

So he drove directly to Shen Qingqing's cemetery alone.

Because it was night, it was cool in front of the whole cemetery.

He walked to Shen Qingqing's graveyard, but for him, every step he took felt particularly heavy.

In front of the black tombstone, Huo tingxiao looked at Shen Qingqing with a horsetail on it. This is a picture of her when she was a student. Unexpectedly, Lu Hanchuan would keep it.

He put the full white camellia in front of the tombstone. His slender and clean fingertips gently stroked Shen Qingqing's face. His fingertips trembled unspeakably.

Qingqing, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I missed a Yan!

He hasn't had time to hug ah Yan in his life. He hasn't even seen him once. He's gone.

"Qing Qing, you said that if a person really had an afterlife, would Yan still be willing to be my son?" Huo tingxiao's voice was hoarse.

As soon as he asked, he shook his head, "no, ah Yan will never be my son again! What's good about being my son? If it weren't for me, ah Yan wouldn't die early!"

Huo tingxiao shook his head sadly and didn't dare to go on. He just said hard, "Qing Qing, you're right. I can't compare with ah Yan. He's really a thousand times better than me, ten thousand times better!"

But his voice was trembling slightly.

However, he answered only the roaring wind in the mountains and the cold moonlight.

Huo tingxiao's side face gently pasted on the cold stone tablet. It seems that only in this way can he get close to Shen Qingqing.

If he had believed a little Shen Qingqing, they would not have come to the point where they are today. Then he, Huo tingxiao, would also have a wife and a son. The three members of the family would live happily together.

Unfortunately, now he has nothing.

Huo tingxiao leaned quietly on the tombstone. Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his ink eyes were lax. He couldn't say a word for a long time.

After a long time, he said again, "Qing Qing, I know that if you don't want to see me again in the next life, let me be selfish again in this life, OK?"

Then Huo tingxiao took out a knife from his pocket and engraved a few words word by word on Shen Qingqing's tombstone. The person who erected the tombstone, husband: Huo tingxiao!

There is also a row of small words below. You are my gift and I am your disaster!