Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Put everything on the coffee table in the living room.

She closed her eyes, trying to laugh, but suddenly another tear came.

Yu Wei wiped away the tears and sat quietly on the sofa.

She turned on the phone and looked through the address book, looking down the numbers one by one.

Until my fingertips fell on a letter with a memo only "R".

After hesitating for a moment, I still didn't dial out, there was nothing to say, it was already like this anyway.

......

Mo Tingshen, who had just processed the last work email, suddenly received a text message from an unfamiliar number on his cell phone.

During this time, Yu Wei always used a strange number to send messages and calls to herself, and he was very annoying.

So when he saw it was a strange number, he didn't even have the interest to open it.

......

at the same time

Rongchang’s official website actually posted a message announcing that Mo Tingshen would dissolve his father-daughter relationship with Mo Qianqian!

One stone caused a thousand waves. The first person who reacted was Mo Huiyu. He would be abroad. When the assistant called him to talk about this, he didn't react for a long time.

Later, they rushed back overnight.

Call Mo Tingshen on the way.

The tone over there was a little cold: "Hello?"

"What's the matter with you, I don't know if Qianqian's mental state is not good! Why do you want to stimulate her? You are such a dad! Are you worthy of your mother! If something happens to Qianqian, I will never end with you!" Mo The tone of honour was really cruel.

"Is it because of me that she became like this? Adults have to be responsible for their actions." Mo Tingshen suddenly felt tired. Why was he busy for most of his life?

"If you hadn't gotten involved in my feelings, Qianqian wouldn't have become so extreme, it's all because of you!" Mo Huiyu finally said this sentence.

Mo Ting gave a deep sneer and didn't want to talk to him at all: "Whatever you think."

He directly hung up the phone.

Mo Weiyu smashed the phone to the ground fiercely.

Mo Ting poured a glass of wine and went to sit down on the steps in the back garden. He was not an iron man. Wouldn't he be sad? He knew from an early age that he was the only heir to Rongchang, but Rongchang had already fallen back then. After learning and working hard after taking over the company, his father said that Mo Tingshen wanted to carry forward Rongchang. His father arranged for him to marry the daughter of Lu's family. His father said that Mo must have an heir.

Everyone admires the life of the rich, but every family has hard-to-read scriptures. The suffering of ordinary people comes from the firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea in life, and his suffering is all mental fatigue and numbness.

Some people may feel hypocritical when they say it, but it is true.

The first half of his life was like a puppet.

Until I met her.

Mo Tingshen's sense of responsibility is carved into his bones. He is loyal to his family and his wife, so even if he has only a nominal relationship with Yu Wei, he still exercises strict self-discipline and does not make her look ugly.

But the more he gets along with Ruan Xihe, the heavier his sense of tearing, which is half love and half responsibility, and his sorrow is getting heavier and heavier. The only indulgence in his life is the only time he has been pointed out. .

The few days in West Market with her were the happiest days in his life.

However, when he knew that she was Yu Wei’s biological daughter, he knew that in this life it would be impossible for both of them, and he didn’t want to be with her, but every time she had an accident, he would still be anxious. He wants to go every time even if he runs with him, and it's good to see her.

He felt that he was sorry for the little girl. Although he divorced Yu Wei, Yu Wei would not treat her sincerely, but he did everything he should do.

He seemed to have everything in his life, but in fact there was nothing. He really envied those ordinary people, and he could work hard for what he liked and wanted.

And he, he is the only person he wants in his life, but he is not qualified, he is not qualified than anyone else.

How could he be so sad all of a sudden, he lowered his head, and the moonlight fell on him, his original tall figure was a little rickety, and a few crystal clear water beads rolled on the steps, glowing with sparkling Huayun.

Alas, time does not leave anyone.

Raise your head and drank all the wine in the glass.

Adults have to set a time for grief, so be sad tonight, and work hard tomorrow.

......

Mo Qianqian's established thoughts were broken, and her father-daughter relationship was severed by her father in public, and her already unstable mood suddenly began to frantic.

The whole person fell irritably to the ground and yelled loudly. When he got up, his eyes were in a trance.

She has been arrogant and domineering over the years, and has indeed offended many people. Without the glory of the Mo family, I am afraid that she would have died in a certain horn long ago.

Along the way, there were many people who saw her with malicious intent, but they were still a little afraid. After all, they didn't know if Mo Tingshen really didn't care about her, not to mention that she had a brother.

Mo Qianqian walked out of the club, she wanted to drive to the parking lot.

However, there seems to be a group of slumbering men squatting there to smoke, and there is a woman in a skirt with them, too, there is also a very unpopular KTV on the back street behind this clubhouse, inside There are too many unscrupulous people.

Mo Qianqian's eyes suddenly condensed, and the woman turned into Ruan Xihe's face.

She suddenly became guilty, and clamored in her heart to kill Ruan Xihe. It was because that woman killed her to the point where she is today! Just kill her! Everything will return to normal, no one needs to suffer anymore!

With this shadowy thought in mind, her excited fingers were shaking, killing her, killing her.

Opening her car, she took out a fruit knife from the glove box, which she took when she was out on an outing with the little sisters.

She held the knife in her hand and walked towards the group.

It's shameful that a girl is still outside so late and still with a group of men.

The sound of high-heeled shoes "DaDaDa" is very clear.

The closer Mo Qianqian got closer, the tighter her nerves became excited. She tried to restrain her trembling voice from excitement: "Ruan Xihe."

When those people saw a beautiful girl with a stylish and exquisite dress coming towards them, they were all restrained by appointment. They were all punks living at the bottom, and this one looked like an eldest lady from a wealthy family.

"What's the matter?" asked the man closest to her.

Mo Qianqian smiled and shook his head.

She seemed to know that this woman was Ruan Xihe and she seemed to know that she was not Ruan Xihe. In short, her thoughts were very confused.

Mo Qianqian was smiling all the time, no one was guarding her, she suddenly hugged the girl.

In the next second, the knife was stabbed into the girl's stomach in an instant.