Xu Youran's face was full of tears, begging the other party. She had been defiled by others and could no longer bear it. She did not want to be defiled by such a group of beggars again!

But no one wanted to save her, and no one was willing to let her go!

The man named Boss looked at this scene, but he went to prepare a screen recording and a video recorder. He watched Xu Youran and said indifferently, "You guys can play for yourself, I'll go outside to smoke a cigarette, You can play casually, but people can’t die, do you understand?”

"It's the boss!"

Everyone said in unison, and then sent the man away with politely.

Xu Youran looked at the people around her and shook her head desperately. After a while, her hand was already on her body. Her whole mood collapsed completely-

"Ah—" Her desolate screams echoed throughout the room in an instant.

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

...

The night is as cool as water.

Huo Tingxiao stayed in Phoenix Bay for a long time, and he didn't get up until the evening, preparing to go to Chen Qingqing's cemetery, and by the way he wanted to build a tombstone for A Yan, but he thought about it again, Maybe Chen Qingqing wouldn't allow him to do this at all!

So he drove to Chen Qingqing's cemetery alone.

Because it was night, the entire cemetery was filled with cool breezes.

He walked towards Chen Qingqing's cemetery, but for him, every step he took felt that it was particularly heavy.

In front of the black tombstone, Huo Tingxiao looked at Chen Qingqing with a ponytail on it. This was a photo of her school days. Unexpectedly, Lu Hanchuan would actually leave it behind.

He placed his white camellia in front of the tombstone, and his slender and clean fingertips gently stroked Chen Qingqing's face, which trembled unremarkablely.

Qingqing, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I missed Ayan!

He hadn't had time to hug Ayan in his life, and hadn't even seen him, he was gone.

"Qingqing, do you think if a person really has a next life, would Ayan still be my son?" Huo Tingxiao's voice was hoarse.

As soon as he asked, he shook his head, "No, Ayan will definitely not be my son again! What's the point of being my son? If it weren't for me, Ayan wouldn't have died early!"

Huo Tingxiao shook his head miserably and did not dare to continue talking. He just said arduously, "Qingqing, you are right. I can't compare to Ayan. He is really a thousand times better than me, ten thousand. Double!"

But his voice was trembling slightly.

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

Huo Tingxiao's side face was gently pressed against the cold stone tablet, as if only in this way could he get close to Chen Qingqing.

If he had believed Chen Qingqing a little, they would not have reached the point they are today, then Huo Tingxiao would have a wife and a son, and the family of three would have lived happily together.

Unfortunately, now he has nothing.

Huo Tingxiao leaned quietly on the tombstone, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, his ink eyes scattered, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

As if after a long time, he said again, "Qingqing, I know that if you don't want to see me again in the next life, then let me be selfish again in this life, okay?"

As he said that, Huo Tingxiao took out a knife from his pocket, and then carved a few words on Shen Qingqing's tombstone word by word. The erected man, Husband: Huo Tingxiao!

There is also a row of small words below, you are my gift, I am your disaster!
Chapter completed!