The group pet daughter's vest can't be dropped

Chapter 322 Fufu, Fufu

"Jiao'er, it's not your fault, it's their fault."

"It was also my fault."

If it wasn't for him, it wouldn't have caused trouble for her and her daughter.

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Yu Zifu listened to the phone ringing non-stop, and hung up over and over again, but the other party still persisted.

Notes on the phone screen - dear.

How ironic it looks now.

She couldn't bear it anymore, and answered the other party's phone, "What do you want?"

She roared angrily, her voice raised a few degrees, and she lost her mind, "Do you have to tell me that I did all this just to use you, to get revenge on Si Chengyu, so that you will wake up?"

On the contrary, the other party replied calmly, "Let's meet at the Japanese restaurant we often go to."

Not cautious gentleness, not hysterical anger, not calm like a person.

Yu Zifu's eyes widened, and the phone slipped aside.

As if his body was drained dry, he fell to the side, his lips were slightly parted and twitched, his chest heaved violently, his hands stirred the bed sheet, forming layers of wrinkles, like knots that could not be unraveled.

Only by cutting off can there be a conclusion.

She has not blocked him for a long time, what is the reason for this?

Thin fingers gradually caressed the lower abdomen.

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Yu Zifu was wearing a heavy windbreaker, with a turban wrapped around her head, so that her face was covered under the turban. At a glance, no one would think that she was a woman of no more than thirty.

Leng Ao was much emaciated, unshaven, in a bad spirit, and with messy hair.

Yu Zifu lowered her head and remained silent, not daring to look up at him.

"You know what? My original plan."

"It's to take you out of here, let's go to a place where no one knows us, and start over."

"Looking for a simple job, my physical strength is very good, just being a security guard, it's pretty good."

"You just stay at home and wait for me to come home every day. If you don't want to see people, we won't see them."

Yu Zifu couldn't bear it anymore, tears flowed down her face, her head was buried lower and lower, and she gathered the colorful scarf.

"But, it's gone now."

Leng Ao said the last sentence, as if he was relieved.

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Suddenly, the pupils of Yu Zifu's crying eyes slowly dilated, and her face became stiff and surprised.

She slowly raised her head, and saw a saber in Leng Ao's hand, piercing straight into her abdomen without any warning.

Leng Ao saw her tear-stained cheeks, and couldn't help feeling sad, and the hand holding the knife handle began to tremble.

"Hmm~"

A stream of bright red spat out from her mouth, Leng Ao stepped forward, hugged her precarious body into his arms.

This is the last time, he held her in his arms.

In Yu Zifu's eyes, resentment, dissatisfaction, and unwillingness flashed across, and finally they all turned into relief.

She fell asleep in Leng Ao's arms without saying a word.

The body gradually became cold, but Leng Ao hugged her as if he didn't respond.

"You know? I love you, I love you so much that I lose myself."

"But now, I can't."

He pushed aside her scarf with his fingers, caressed the ugly scar on her cheek, kissed her cheek lightly, and slowly kissed away the tears on her cheek.

"Fufu, Fufu."

"Fufu, Fufu."

He whispered her name over and over again, as if trying to persuade her to stay, as if he was deceiving himself.

(End of this chapter)