happy ex-wife

Chapter 768
After the girl returned home, she was ready to give birth in peace, but the president became more and more indifferent to the girl because of the painter's death that the secretary said.

Soon, the girl gave birth to a little boy, and the anger in the president's heart seemed to disappear because of the birth of the child. Every day when he came home from get off work, he would hug the child as soon as possible, but he seemed to be afraid that the girl would still resent him, so he didn't He dared to get close, but he didn't know that every time the girl saw him holding the child, she would smile softly.

Seeing their relationship getting closer, the secretary could no longer sit still, and finally pretended to be sick and did not leave with the president during the days when the president was on a business trip, but went to the president's home alone after the president left.

The child had just fallen asleep, and the girl saw her coming, but she also thought that maybe she should have a conversation, so the girl and the secretary went to the balcony, and the stage suddenly became dark, but they didn't make any sound from the audience.

After a while, the lights turned on again, but what appeared in front of them was the girl lying on top of the cherry blossoms, and the cherry blossoms were falling in the sky. There were traces of blood on the corners of the girl's mouth, but her eyes were closed forever.

Also, the secretary who disappeared without a trace.

The drama came to an end, and there was no other sound except Chu Anqian's sobbing.

Under the command of the director, the actors quickly stood up. Outside, there were Chu Ningyi's people, guarding the entire theater, not letting anyone in, nor letting any news spread.

No one knew what Zhao Qiu and Chu Anxin said back then.

It's just because Chu Anxin is gentle by nature and doesn't like to talk, so when Zhao Qiu caused her death to be depressed, even her mother didn't doubt it.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Mo Lusu's laughter suddenly sounded with a trembling voice. He stood up and looked at the people behind him, his grandmother, his uncle, his aunt, and his father. All of them were people he hated, and the only one he admired the most was the one who killed his mother with his own hands.

"What a show, a big show from a wealthy family, what a secretive secretary, what a dedicated stepmother—" Every word he said seemed to be crying blood, and his sad voice lingered in the small theater hall for a long time .

"It was you who killed my sister, it was you who killed my sister—" Chu Anqian suddenly seemed to have changed into a different person, and rushed towards Zhao Qiu fiercely, directly grabbed her hair and rubbed it against her Face slapped.

Zhao Qiu, who was stunned, finally came back to his senses at this moment, and threw Chu Anqian away forcefully: "What nonsense are you talking about? It's all nonsense. Where's the evidence? What's the evidence? Do you have any evidence?"

Zhao Qiu howled loudly, and the echo sounded sharply.

"I am the evidence—"

In the darkness, the man's voice suddenly came to mind, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer, slowly approaching them.

Zhao Qiu's feet felt slightly weak. The voice was very strange to her, but this feeling was not unfamiliar to her at all.

It was the man, the man she hadn't killed last night.

He is still alive!

Zhao Xia's death came from her mouth. If he was still alive, then everything that happened back then could be called a lie.

The man in the darkness appeared step by step in their field of vision.

On the man's shoulders was a worn-out painting bag. His full beard was completely unrecognizable.

The man was standing not far from Zhao Qiu, facing the woman who was crazily sophistrying: "Zhao Qiu, long time no see, what a pity, I'm still alive!"

(End of this chapter)