A Farewell to Mr. Luo

Xia Mo's heart tightened and she let go again. What was she afraid of and what could Xia Weiwei say? You can only add oil to the fire. So she just looked up in time to let Luo Che absolutely see her innocent.

Luo Che absolutely looked at Xia Weiwei and said nothing, indifference and ridicule explained everything.

Xia Weiwei laughed louder, as if she wanted to laugh out all her bitterness and tears, as if she could make herself less embarrassed.

How familiar the expression on his face is, and he has been looking at this expression day and night for two years, and sincerely held him in front of him again and again, he never looked down. He did not believe in her innocence, but instead defended the murderer who killed his child, her sister!

Xia Weiwei almost burst into tears. She endured the dull pain from her body and heart. The corner of her mouth raised a proud radian: "The grand master of the Luo family, the heir of the Rock Group, and the shopping mall. It's ridiculous to know the true face of a woman, haha. "

Xia Mo's face changed, and she eagerly rushed to tear her mouth.

"Still?" Xia Weiwei's back barely stood up by the strength of the wall, smiling lightly: "Mr. Luo loves my sister too much, so even if he knows that Xia Mo is different, even if Xia Mo keeps giving I splashed dirty water, even if Xia Mo killed your son! Mr. Luo was indifferent! How does it feel to fall in love with his wife and sister, Mr. Luo? "

In the end, the depressive venting and questioning still leaked a minute or two. She stuck the hand behind her into the meat. Only pain can neutralize the pain. She confessed that her favorite person loves her sister and she hurts. I can't breathe.

"Sister, how can you be so wronged against me?" Xia Mo killed her heart!

Xia Weiwei took a sip of Luo, making Luo Che squint her eyes unhappyly. Her alienation made him feel annoying, and her irritability needed a vent.

"Xia Weiwei, who dare you speak to me like this!"

"Why, is Luo always hurt?"

The obvious ridicule completely enraged Luo Chejue. He strode forward, holding Xia Weiwei's chin and warning: "Don't try to anger me, the consequences are not what you can bear."

as a result of? Her last hope is gone, and everything doesn't matter ...

She spoke softly to Luo Che's eyes.

"Mr. Luo, what is it like to kill your own son with your own hands?"

She really thought that as long as she had this child, she would give up nothing and give Luo Che absolutely to Xia Mo, and she would take the child out of here.

Xia Mo killed her child just for Luo Chejue. The root of all these errors was because she Xia Weiwei couldn't help falling in love with Luo Cheque.

Luo Che absolutely tightened his hand strength and sneered: "My son? Xia Weiwei, are you sure it is my seed? Would you like me to remind you that you were with Yan Shaoxuan on the day of my mother's accident?"

Seeing that her pupils were dilated, Luo Che closed her hands with satisfaction, and finally it was not an annoying look.

Xia Weiwei was clinging to the wall tightly, as if seizing the only heat source, Luo Che's breath turned into a fine ice skate, and penetrated into her body with all the holes.

"How can you doubt ... my feelings for you?" Xia Weiwei's head was covered with fine sweat, her face was pale, her lips were blue and trembling, her body slowly fell due to the unbearable sharp pain, The voice was getting lower and lower: "Lo Che Jue, how can you ..."

She slumped on the ground, her eyes gradually tarnished, and a large amount of blood spread under her, which stained the entire trouser tube, and more and more blood formed a shocking red.

The thick **** gas filled the entire ward. Xia Weiwei closed her eyes and covered her lower abdomen with one hand, panting, "Luo Chejue ... I was wrong, our marriage was wrong, and I love you, too. Since you think that Aunt Lan's death was caused by me, then ... the child and me ... two lives ... enough? We ... ever ... .... two cleared up ............ "

When she lost consciousness, she seemed to see her mother hug herself distressed, so warm.

When Xia Weiwei was conscious, she could only feel the cold liquid walking around her body along the back of her hands. After opening her eyes, she looked at the white ceiling and dreamed.

The ward was quiet, hearing only a faint gasp in the oxygen mask.

Xia Weiwei was motionless. If it wasn't for the fog in the oxygen mask to condense, anyone would think it was a dead person.

Why should she wake up? Her heart is no longer beating, the child is gone, she can't find the meaning of living, only to die can she be relieved.

Xia Weiwei panted hard, raised her right hand in the pipe, and slowly approached the oxygen mask. As long as you take this, you can be relieved, child ... Mom ... Aunt Lan ...

Xia Weiwei showed a smile of relief, closed her eyes, and attached her right hand to the oxygen hood. With a slight pull, she could reunite with those who love her.

However, before she even acted, she pulled off the oxygen mask with a greater force. Xia Weiwei opened her eyes and heard Xia Mo's voice: "Sister, do you want to die? Let me help you."

After speaking, unplug the infusion tube on Xia Weiwei's right hand, and a few drops of blood from the needle spewed out instantly.