For the sake of the child, Fan Wei even buried Duan Lin in his heart, this determination is not to be provoke. Perhaps Fan Wei is now alone, but Fan Wei defeated Sister Zhao. This is an indisputable fact. Combined with the fact that the butcher who defamed Fan Wei was cut off with a knife, Fan Wei's danger at this moment is still beyond doubt.
Even Shen Lei would not provoke Fan Wei, so after Fan Wei said that, Shen Lei stopped mentioning Duan Lin's name. One is to protect himself, and the other is to respect Fan Wei.
Since Shen Lei did not help Fan Wei for revenge, then Fan Wei understands that Shen Lei's so-called "make up for the merits" is just a standard sounding answer. In fact, he is only looking at Duan Lin's face. I had to help myself, the survivor.
Thinking of this, Fan Wei looked at Shen Lei and asked softly: "Do you think I am very pitiful?"
In just a few words of conversation, Shen Lei could perceive the hostility in Fan Wei's tone, and every time Fan Wei interrogated him, she seemed a bit fierce. But Fan Wei's attitude is understandable. After all, Fan Wei has lost too many things, and now it is extremely difficult to sit here calmly and talk to Shen Lei.
Shen Lei has maintained a peaceful mind from beginning to end, and his tone is very gentle: "I never felt that you were pitiful. I helped you. Naturally, it was not because you were pitiful. Rather than say, why should I help you, it would be better to put it another way. Why not help you."
Shen Lei was very clever, and answered Fan Wei's question in a circumspect manner, without touching the sensitive points in Fan Wei's heart.
Facing Shen Lei’s kindness, Fan Wei shook her head: "If it is purely good intentions, then there is no need to help me, let alone appear in my life. The plain life I long for has finally come, and I enjoy it now. This kind of calm feeling does not want to be disturbed anymore. The accident in the vegetable market today can be regarded as a part of ordinary life. If you are provoked, you will be responsible for the action."
"But you are a pregnant woman now, do you really want to go to prison to have a baby?" Shen Lei asked, looking at Fan Wei.
This sentence really stopped Fan Wei. If he is responsible, then at least before Fan Wei has a child, Fan Wei will spend this time in prison, and then will be escorted to the hospital by the police when she gives birth. This is nothing to Fan Wei, but Fan Wei definitely does not want her child to have a criminal mother.
After a brief silence, Fan Wei nodded to Shen Lei: "I will restrain my anger in the future."
Fan Wei was clearly aware of her mistake and was already subdued, but Shen Lei sighed instead: "Can anger be restrained, and sadness can be restrained? What you call a peaceful life is nothing more than a walking dead after your heart is dead. The ordinary life is nothing more than a helpless choice after losing everything."
It seems that Shen Lei was poked into the pain, Fan Wei raised her eyebrows, and her tone revealed a little unkindness: "Why, you are here to expose my scars? Stop talking!"
Shen Lei didn’t care about Fan Wei’s warning. He even stared at Fan Wei’s eyes. They looked at each other with a tit-for-tat taste: "What else can you do besides escape? What you call enjoyment depends on me. Coming, it's all suffering. A peaceful life is simply a life of insensitivity. Have you really given up completely and have the courage to completely use the name Duan Lin..."
"do not talk!"
Snapped!
A crisp sound interrupted Shen Lei's words. One end of the soy sauce bottle in the vegetable basket was held in Fan Wei's hand, and the other end was broken. The blood mixed with soy sauce flowed down from Shen Lei's forehead.
Shen Lei didn't pay attention to the blood that he kept flowing out. He still looked up at Fan Wei and said every word: "This is what you call restraining anger? You can't do anything, you're just a loser. Before long, the sadness and melancholy in your heart will drain your energy and energy. What is waiting for you at that time will be nothing more than two results. Either you will suffer from depression and commit suicide, or you will be sent to a mental hospital."
Fan Wei has heard enough of Shen Lei's long talk. When Fan Wei faced Sister Zhao, where was Shen Lei? When Shen Feng, Duan Lin and the people around Fan Wei died one after another, where was Shen Lei
Fan Wei's ears of these "after the gun" general words were worthless except to make Fan Wei spurned and disgusted.
In order to make Shen Lei close his mouth, Fan Wei lifted his hand, and the broken and sharp soy sauce bottle pressed against Shen Lei’s throat. As long as Fan Wei put a little effort on his hand, he could easily cut Shen Lei’s. Throat, let him go to see Shen Feng and Sister Zhao, the family will be reunited!
Facing the furious Fan Wei, Shen Lei did not back down, ignoring the sharp soy sauce bottle on his neck, and said every word: "Before, you lived for other people, so now do you think you can live for yourself? No, Duan Lin, whether it’s a child, it’s impossible for you to be truly single, to eat alone and the whole family is not hungry. This kind of life is still far away from you. If you haven’t awakened yet, still follow the current way. If you continue to live, you will eventually harm not only yourself, but also your children, and even Duan Lin."
With a slight force on Fan Wei’s hand, the sharp glass cut through Shen Lei’s skin, and blood flowed down Shen Lei’s neck. Fan Wei looked at Shen Lei coldly: "Duan Lin is dead, I said. , Don’t mention his name again. As for what my life will become, it has nothing to do with you, and it’s not your turn to make irresponsible remarks!"
"Who told you he was dead?" Shen Lei raised an eyebrow.
Fan Wei was stunned, because he was so shocked, the hand holding the soy sauce bottle shook, and the soy sauce bottle almost fell out of his hand. However, the panic was only a passing moment. In the next second, Fan Wei calmed down, and the hand holding the soy sauce bottle became harder. Before, Shen Lei was only cut with a small mouth on his neck, but now it has evolved into one. The cut was nearly five centimeters long, but fortunately the wound was not deep, otherwise Shen Lei would have stepped into the ghost door and closed it with one foot.
"I watched Duan Lin perish among the ghosts, and I can't perceive any of his aura. Tell me now that he is not dead? If you think you can make this kind of joke with me, then I believe you will do it too. I am mentally prepared for the strange part of her body." Although Fan Wei's face was cold, she was completely irritated in her heart.
On the front line of life and death, Shen Lei did not hesitate anymore and blurted out: "Perhaps Duan Lin's soul is gone, but his body is still alive. Have you forgotten that Duan Lin is the president of the day and the king of the night?" (End of this chapter)