Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

Tang Shi was discharged from hospital.

Bo Ye thought that Tang poetry had calmed down temporarily, watched her return to the ward, watched her lie down quietly, but all this was pretending. Pretend that she is safe and calm.

So later, taking advantage of the thin night to go to the company, Tang Shi went through the discharge procedures for herself. She cleaned herself up, wiped the wounds, and made up her face. The whole person was calm and terrible.

It's like the last moment of a dying man.

Tang Shi was in a hurry when she left the hospital. She bought a cake on her way home. When she got home, she cleaned up the house. Then she burned a table of dishes, put the cake in the middle, inserted a candle, and then quietly watched the candle burn out.

As if it was her life that burned.

Tang Shi gazed at the candle and whispered, "brother, happy birthday."

I'm sorry I didn't accompany you on your birthday And your life is always 27 years old.

Tang Shi didn't cry. He sat down and began to eat himself. Then he cut the cake and put it in a small piece. This is for Tang Wei. If he knew that he had missed his uncle's birthday, he would clamour for the cake.

Tang poetry can not send it to the Bo family to Tang Wei, she can no longer face thin night.

Once faced, the pain and hatred that cannot be contained in her heart will turn her into a devil. Bo Ye, the man who destroyed her life, is a nightmare that she can't escape with all her strength!

Tang poetry is occupied by sadness and pain. From the initial shock of astonishment to the last hoarseness, she seems to have exhausted all her strength in the struggle against the stinging night.

And only at this time, when she was silent, her pain, which was as dense and huge as the tide, was suddenly used to her. She was the most helpless and desperate, but the silence was terrible.

It turns out that the real despair is not crying, but so dead.

Tang poetry became red in her eyes. When she was full, she put the table away. She tried to laugh, but the corners of her mouth were too heavy. She finally sat back on the sofa and buried her head in her palms. She twitched her body, like a trapped animal, making a low, repressive roar.

It's like yelling through your soul.

At this time, Tang Shi thought of a man who might help her pass the cake to Tang Wei. So Tang Shi went to touch her mobile phone and found that it had been broken at the door of Bo's house. She I don't have any means of communication.

Tang Shi was silent for a long time and decided to go out. She picked a mobile phone in a mobile phone store downstairs and bought a new number. She went upstairs and went home to find out her business card and dialed the number.

After a long time, the opposite was connected. Fu's voice sounded colder than usual. He asked, "who is it?"

There are many ideas in the mind of Tang poetry, and finally they say, "Fu Muzhong, it's me, I'm Tang poetry."

The name of Tang poetry seems to affect a certain nerve in Fu Mu's brain. The man's eyes were deep and subconsciously asked, "how did you change this mobile phone number?"

"I..." Tang Shi didn't know how to explain, "my mobile phone broke In front of Bo's house, I I want to ask you something... "

In front of Bo's house?

Why are Tang poems still entangled with Bo Ye?

The anger from nowhere occupied Fu Mujie's mind. No, he shouldn't have been angry. He is not such a person who is easily affected by

But subconsciously speaking from the mouth, but completely exposed his anger, "Tang poetry, do you need to self-respect, why go to thin night?"