Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

He finally began to wake up and repent about what kind of crime he had committed.

It has already surpassed the so-called "murderer" in Tang poetry.

He's the real murderer! He destroyed the whole life of Tang poetry!

After the video call, Lin CI sent a file to Bo Ye, which was about some doubtful points of the case and the information about the group of IP addresses. All the records of Lin CI were quite clear, and he must have spent a lot of effort to sort out and collect them.

Lin CI always went through fire and water about Tang poetry. It is not men's ambiguous to women, but the respect for Tang poetry.

Even Lin CI tried his best to help Tang Shi get rid of the crime. At the beginning, so many people said it could not be Tang poetry, but why didn't he see it?!

Why?!

Thin night closed the computer, the whole person seems to be evacuated soul, stand up, trance for a long time. For a long time, he seemed to have repressed for a long time. He grabbed the decorative vase in the living room and fell to the ground and smashed it!

The man uttered a meaningless low roar. At this time, the language has lost its meaning as a word. Those thin words can't convey anything for him. Only relying on the instinct to roar and vent, is really from the most primitive anger, tearing his reason to pieces.

He was angry that he had destroyed her for five years, and he was even more angry that he could not do this. A case with other truth would not have been detected until several years later, when a mysterious and unpredictable person was asked to guide her!

Thin night fell things, a kick over the side of the tea table, he did not know how to do to be able to vent the restlessness in the heart, do not know how to let himself calm down.

He can't cheat himself, he's furious, he yells because he fear!

Scared to death!

At that time, the truth is no longer the so-called accidental killing in his memory. What should he do? Subverted all his cognition, even the original murderer, how would he end up?

How can he save the precarious life of Tang poetry?

No, he has no chance at all! Tang poetry has run away! Run far away, has already left his world!

He is sad in that, at the end of the day when he realized everything, there was no one left around him. Everyone was disappointed in him! His mother began to travel around the world and stopped asking about his news. His son ran away from him with all his tricks. His ex-wife, Tang poetry, which he had hated for so many years, had already left Haicheng with his son!

What's left of him! Nothing in the end!

Is he pathetic? He's ridiculous! He deserves it!

Thin night helplessly covered his face, in a mess, half knelt on the blanket, leaning against the coffee table, reached out to cover his eyes, but did not hold back the tears, rolling from his eyes.

He sobbed like a trapped animal. He couldn't bear it any longer. He could not resist all kinds of emotions in his heart any more. The rough sea swallowed him up.

He wanted to wail and howl, but what to do, his salvation had been lost by his own hands.

If the reputation of Tang poetry can be rehabilitated, she will get a new life, then who will save him? Who will Who will save him in despair?

That night, thin night did not close his eyes for the whole night, and he began to be dazed after the silent tears. He even accidentally ran into the vase fragments on the ground. The sharp ceramics cut the skin of his palm, embedded in the texture, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Thin night as if not aware of pain in general, blankly raised his right hand, looking at the palm of the wound gurgling blood, shocking red.

He gazed at the wound for a long time, gritted his teeth, pulled out that piece of ceramic fragment inlaid with deep, and blood spattered! Originally numb body but in the next second, unable to prevent the pain all return, involving the heart deep pain, his face pale, like lost soul.

There was no hemostasis at the wound, and the fresh blood gushed out from the wound. He was painful, but his heart was more painful.

He was thinking, at the beginning, when Tang poetry was desperate to cut his wrists, did he feel so painful now?

No, it's impossible. The wound on his hand can't compare with the dozens of bloody scars on the wrist of Tang Shi's right hand!

Her pain at that time returned to Bo Ye with a counterattack attitude at the moment. He thought of Tang Shi, who was tortured by inhuman insults in prison, while he was in this colorful world, making a mockery of the obvious.

At this moment, the truth comes, just like his executioner. Thin night closes his eyes, but in front of him are all the sounds and faces of Tang poetry.

After five years of marriage and five years of marital friendship, he gave her a false accusation. At that time, would he think about how much retribution he would get if he was wrongly harmed?

No, he didn't think about Tang poetry at all!

Bo Ye's eyes are red and swollen, and his palms are stained with blood. Because of the loss of a lot of blood, his face looks a little pale. He feels that everything in front of him is slowly narrowing and twisting. Together with his whole world, it gradually collapses and gradually runs to the end of black and white******

Bo Ye woke up again in the hospital. Lin Ci and Jiang Ling sat on one side and saw him awake. Jiang Ling joked, "why don't you just cut down a little more and cut your wrist directly? What are you doing with your palms? If your palmprint is broken, you should pay for your fortune. "

Thin night stretched out his hand, staring at the wound wrapped up on his right hand. He wanted to talk, but his voice was hoarse, "I..."

"It's your special help. Because you haven't heard back all day, I'm worried and went to your private apartment to find you. Damn it, as soon as I entered the door, everything fell on the ground, and there was blood all over the floor. I didn't know that I thought I was stabbed by a thief. "

Jiang Ling looked at the thin night, good-looking eyebrows a Yang, "this is not your style ah, what is so upset?"

The impression of thin night is very cold, and particularly decisive and agile, when he finds something wrong, he will immediately withdraw, never seen him so dejected.

Except Tang poetry.

Jiang Ling then tentatively asked, "can't it be related to Tang poetry?"

Thin night eyes light a tremor, Jiang Ling will know that he guessed right.

"Come on, you are dying for the sake of Tang poetry. Why didn't you use your brain more at the beginning?"

Jiang Ling half looked at the joke and sighed, "thin night, don't pester people because of the Tang poetry. They are not rare."

Yes, she is not rare. She even disappeared from Haicheng, even Su Qi did not know her whereabouts. She certainly didn't want him to walk so simply and ruthlessly!

Is that retribution? Is retribution not enough?

But He He regretted it, didn't he Now, just hearing the words of Tang poetry, his heart aches and he is dying