Well, it really is Wen Zheng who is collectively called "a man who makes people unable to close his legs" by hundreds of millions of female fans—
Wen Zheng couldn't sleep deeply, frowning, as if in a dream, he encountered something that made him feel extremely sad. His eyebrows, eyes, and lips were full of intense pain and sorrow, and his hands tightly grasped the sheets under him, as if sitting in a nightmare.
Are you sad
Su Kui tilted his head and stretched out his hand, hanging over his handsome face. Across the air, his facial features are drawn.
In fact, Wen Zheng does not belong to the handsome type. In the circle, he is handsomer than him. However, there is only one Wenzheng, a man who was kindly turned into a national husband by a female fan.
Moreover, even men have to be convinced.
This is where Wen Zheng's charm lies.
His facial features are tough and can scare people when he is not smiling, and he looks cold when he looks at him, and he looks like he is thousands of miles away.
But after Su Kui approached him, he realized that beneath his indifferent appearance was a narcissistic and arrogant heart. It's so beloved!
Su Kui tilted her head and squatted on the side of the bed, holding her chin with one hand, and painting with the other hand on Wen Zheng's face, not knowing what she was doing.
Wen Zheng had a nightmare, in which he returned to when he was seven years old.
The woman beat him severely with a leather belt, crying while beating, her face savage and painful.
"I blame you, you ruined everything about me!"
"Wen Zheng, it turns out that you are not irreplaceable!"
"Do you know? He is getting married, he doesn't want you, let alone me! He will have a brand new family, a child living in a normal family, and we are just rubbish he dismissed!"
"Now, let's go with my mother? Let's go to a place no one knows, just the two of us. From now on, there will be no more pain, okay?"
The woman abruptly stuffed a half bottle of sleeping pills into his mouth, and in order to prevent him from escaping, she tied him to a chair again, letting him cry loudly for the first time.
He doesn't want to die, his life has just begun.
Even if life is difficult, he wants to try to live—
But the woman obviously wouldn't let him go. In his dream, Wen Zheng was extremely weak. He struggled painfully, but he still couldn't get away. He was weak and helpless.
The woman hugged him and began to suffer, crying and apologizing, hot tears fell into his collar, wet and slimy, but Wen Zheng's small body stiffened, feeling that there were countless snakes crawling around him. .
How could there be such a mother? Xiao Wen Zheng was a little sleepy, he squinted and thought.
The woman was still apologizing in his ear, saying, "Azheng, I'm sorry... ooh, sorry... forgive mother? Huh? Forgive mother, OK?"
Until the end, Wen Zheng didn't know whether he forgave or did not forgive.
Probably, never will!
The woman released him, stepped into the bathtub filled with hot water and regained her calm smile. She took out the blade and slashed it on her artery fiercely, with one knife after another, as if she didn't feel anything. It's the same as pain.
So much blood, fused into the water, red in front of his eyes.
The woman looked at Wen Zheng, her eyes were extremely quiet, she said: "Azheng, I heard that people who commit suicide in red clothes will become ghosts. When they die, I will take your father down. Our family will never be separated. it is good?"