In a luxurious hotel, an obese man was smoking. He was wearing Amarie's golden silk eyes, closed his eyes and enjoying the tenderness he had just now.

He was not wearing any clothes, just using a bath towel to cover the vital points.

This is a smoke afterwards. The smoke is barely scattered and the smoke rings appear from time to time, adding a different kind of fun to this boring process.

Crazy...

Wang Qian was washing her body in the bathroom. She saw herself in the mirror and her figure was still so proud.

His breasts are full, his slender waist, and his long legs are all right inch of his curves.

But she hated herself very much. The wide handprints on her waist were proof of her indulgence just now.

The dirty things on the body can be washed with clean water, but what about the heart?

Her nails were pressed into her shoulders, and tears fell down. It turned out that her innocent self had become such a dirty woman, for money, power, and status.

Tears fell and merged with the warm water rushing down from the shower head, as if tears had never appeared.

She felt that she was already dirty. In comparison, Yang Lihua was so clean and flawless that people yearned for...

She can abandon everything for him, and he can also ignore worldly opposition for her. What a clean two people, what a clean love...

"Xiaoqian, you almost come out. How about we have a duet?" The man's despicable voice came, and it came into her mind through the thin glass. She hated her extremely. She hated her not this man, but herself...

She hates every inch of her skin, every drop of blood...

Crazy...

She twisted the faucet and slowly came out in her bathrobe. She tried her best to close the bathrobe on her chest, as if she was protecting the little pure land left in her heart...

Wang Qian felt that she suddenly remembered what the counselor sister told her when she graduated: "No matter how dirty society is, you must always maintain a pure land in your heart. This pure land cannot be allowed to be anyone, including being close people. This is the last reserve of being a woman..."

Does she still have a Pure Land now?

She doesn't know.

She climbed onto the bed and curled up in the disgusting man's arms. She had skillful movements, and would feel distressed if she saw them.

"You double the performance bonus this month... I know that there have been many rumors in the company recently, so don't care." The fat man said, who is Mr. Lu and the vice president of his company.

Now Wang Qian has moved out of the old house on the old street and lived in a luxurious apartment decorated by Mr. Lu. It is said that there was a mistress in this apartment before, but later broke up with Mr. Lu and was swept out.

The reason is ironic. She had Mr. Lu's child, but she refused to abort the child. She also wanted to seek a position and then replace Mr. Lu's original wife.

This woman is immersed in the role. When a woman climbs up in the workplace, once she is immersed in the role, she is like a hunter trapped in a swamp, and only the huge mouth of a crocodile is greeted.

"I know, thank you Mr. Lu." Wang Qian said.

"I have contacted the hospital I have found for your family, so don't worry." Mr. Lu's greedy eyes stirred up on Wang Qian's young body. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Wang Qian's collar, trying to pull it back, and make a second turn to the sky, but Wang Qian bit her lip, she grabbed her clothes and refused to let go.

"This is not the first time. Can't you let go?" Mr. Lu's face appeared anger, but the anger quickly turned into excitement. "The more you do this, the more I like it...hehehe..."

"I...I will do it myself." Wang Qian said slowly, enduring the discomfort in her heart.

When Wang Qian lay down, she looked at the ceiling and listened to the ticking sound of the alarm clock on the bedside table.

Squeak squeak squeak...

The swaying sound of wood kept coming, as if every time the time came, it would be very slow, and the seconds would be as long as the year...

Squeak squeak squeak...

She was like a dead body, or she didn't move, he kept moving...

Squeak squeak squeak...

If Li Hugo was here, he would probably immediately find that the black air on Wang Qian's body was surging, and it had reached an indescribable level, because the whole room was filled with black air.

At this moment, a strange voice appeared in her ear: "Do you still have to continue to suffer this pain? Do you still have to continue to enjoy this torture?"

A phantom appeared on the ceiling. Wang Qian saw a handsome but weird man. Her expression was dull and as if dead.

"Accept my gift and turn into a demon..." The man flicked his fingers, but at this time Wang Qian's eyes turned bloody.

"You move too, oh... I'm so tired." Mr. Lu said, "Every time it's like this, like a dead body. It makes me feel uncomfortable like this!"

He sweats like a worker in the fields, working hard...

Suddenly, Wang Qian's fingers grabbed Mr. Lu's throat. Mr. Lu's eyes widened, and he looked at Wang Qian: "You...ah..."

His voice suddenly stopped and he couldn't breathe anymore. Wang Qian's body pressed Mr. Lu directly on the bed, and his hands tightly strangled his throat, like a vise clamping the wire!

Dingdengdeng...

Mr. Lu started to kick, struggle, and beg for mercy, but Wang Qian's strength became stronger and stronger: "Fuck the future!"

Wang Qian's nails suddenly stretched out and pierced under Mr. Lu's skin. It was visible to the naked eye that several convex marks appeared on Mr. Lu's neck, like a lump on the skin of urticaria, or like the way the insects wandered down the cortex in the movie.

His eyes turned white, his tongue stretched, his mouth foamed, and his heartbeat stopped...

Looking at the fresh corpse in front of him, Wang Qian covered her forehead and burst into laughter.

Late at night, the laughter was as sharp as a magic sound...

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."

...

On the other side, Li Hugo was wiping a batch of porcelain that had just been shipped, and he was wiping it carefully.

Li Xiaoman floated in the air, and there was a lit incense on the ground. The smoke from this incense made Li Xiaoman greedily absorb: "It's another Minggui, dead things... Recently, there seems to be more and more of these."

"Eat your meal." Li Hugo said.

Incense smoke is the ghostly food, so in many places, people always light incense in front of the grave.

Li Xiaoman let out a slight sound, and the fragrance immediately burned out. She said, "Let me have another one!"

"It's the third one, you have a great appetite!"

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