Chief, Love for you is wrong

The words of "last words" were heartfelt. Su Yu's hand holding the fruit knife trembled more and more. She looked at Wen Rongqi and burst into tears.

"Xiao Qi, my mother really gave back her life to you. You must forgive my mother, or I won't be at ease when my mother dies. A child shouldn't have hatred."

Wen Rongqi looked at Su quilt, blinked, and sat there with a small back, like a primary school student listening carefully. He looked at Su quilt against thin blade's wrist, smiled at her and nodded. He looked very innocent.

"At that time, I'll ask dad to collect the corpse for you." hearing Rongqi's innocent expression, immature voice and indifferent words, Su GE's heart continued to tremble.

But that's it. She's really hard to ride a tiger.

Su Chen's hand holding the fruit knife kept trembling. The thin blade was facing her wrist. She looked at the thin blade, which seemed to be sharp like a cold light. Her hand was shaking more and more. Before she rowed down, the knife fell to the ground.

As the fruit knife fell to the ground, Su Yu seemed to breathe. She turned her head and cried to Wen Rongqi, "Mom can't bear you. I just slipped my hand, so I'll pick it up."

Her hand was shaking to pick up the fruit knife. In this neutral position, she looked at everyone present. Everyone looked at her. Even old man Su looked at her with his eyes open like a torch. So many people, even his grandfather who always loved her, kept shouting.

After waiting for a long time, Su Yu hasn't picked up the fruit knife. Wen Rongyan, who is standing by, skillfully walks over to pick up the fruit knife for Su Yu, puts the handle in her palm, and the thin blade is facing his wrist.

He smiled at Su Quan's innocent lips. The sun outside the window seemed to play a layer of bright white light behind Rong Yan. His innocent smile was very lovely and pure.

"Soon, it'll be done when you row." when saying this, Wen Rongyan carried Su Yu's wrist, five little fingers white and waxy, and said childish words, "here, as long as you exert yourself, Xiao Qi and I will forgive you."

Wen Rongyan is still Wen Rongyan. His words are still childish. His small face is still porcelain white, his head is still small, and his words are like a demon from the dark hell.

The fruit knife slowly moved to Su Chen's wrist with Wen Rongyan's hand. Due to Wen Rongyan's strength, the thin blade began to press against the wrist with visible blood vessels. She gradually felt the feeling of the thin blade pressing the skin.

Thin blade had scratched a small blood mark on her hand. Wen Rongyan let go of Su Yu's hand and smiled innocently. The little red lips closed one by one. It was very beautiful.

"Oh, that's it. Just push hard and gently."

Perhaps it was because Rong Yan's voice was too ghostly, or Su Yu was frightened by the blood mark. She threw the fruit knife forward, bent her legs and sat in the middle of the hall crying.

There were indifferent spectators around. She was allowed to cut her wrists in the middle. Now, it seemed that she was very desolate.

When she threw it, Mr. Su sighed disappointed. Qin Jing suddenly relaxed her tension in her throat, but it was filled with seven senses and eight miscellaneous emotions.

She chose not to stop because she knew that no one could die within a few hours after cutting her wrist;

Mr. Su chose not to stop, perhaps because he wanted to see if his granddaughter was really a responsible person;

The old lady didn't stop it, or she really hoped that Su Ge would pay for the injustice suffered by her great grandson.

Let's not think about what the two children think.