Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 1357 Must be done before dark!

Looking at the cold note, I heard Mousse's reprimand, every word was like a blade, the knife did not see blood, and the knife cut my heart.

The truth always comes so unexpectedly.

In the end, Leng Qing actually died for her.

She hurts, she regrets, she hates. All kinds of emotions are like wild waves, violently attacking her heart, shaking out bursts of desolate pain.

Stretching out her right hand to take off the glasses on her face, how to describe the sadness and hurt in her heart?

She kept asking why?Why did it become like this?

The appearance of Leng Qing at the end of his life flashed in his mind, his heart was throbbing with blood as if stabbed by a thorn, and his clenched fists were trembling.

Except for Qin Li, he did not do anything wrong to her.

If he really wanted to hurt their family at that time, maybe they wouldn't be alive now.

Her remorse seemed to be pulled to a certain height at this moment, and the tears that had been accumulated for a long time finally came out of her eyes.

Two crystal clear tears dripped on the notebook, who owed whom?

Until the end, how can we understand the painstaking efforts of the oppressed?
Seemingly hurting, she is indeed guarding with her life. At this moment, it seems that only tears can express her indebtedness to the coldness.

"Hehe..." She looked up, crying and laughing, laughing at her patheticness, laughing at her self-righteousness...

The word "I'm sorry" stuck in his throat was already too light, and what he owed him would not be clear in this life.

I can only let the muddy tears flow out of my eyes continuously.

The phone was vibrating, she wiped away her tears, hung up Nangong Jing, and dialed Wen Hao's number.

Before he could open his mouth, he said hoarsely: "Now, go and buy a tombstone with the name engraved on Muge, the ashes are in Qin Li's tomb, a black urn, and you bury him in...

Jian's Park, choose a better location, he likes to eat braised pork, braised fish, and sweet-scented osmanthus wine, prepare one for him, and let me know when it's done! "

Wen Hao was a little dazed, and he was stunned for a few seconds before replying: "Oh, yes... yes!"

"No matter how much it costs, it must be done before dark!" Jian Junxi's voice was a little hoarse.

"Okay, young master, are you okay? Is there something wrong?" Wen Hao asked worriedly. He was obviously fine just now, but he always felt that something happened.

"It's okay, you can do it!" After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

Hugging his legs, he buried his head between them, his whole body exuded a strong bitterness.

There was another burst of hot flow in her nose, she immediately opened her bag, took out a tissue from it, covered her nostrils, and looked up at the ceiling.

The icy blue eyes are full of light, extremely sad...

The phone vibrated again, and she took it out to see that it was still Nangong Jing, who cleared her throat before sliding the answer button, and said a faint "um...".

"You didn't reply when I sent a message, and you hung up on the phone again, what exactly do you mean?" Nangong Jing complained in a strong tone.

"Something happened just now!" Jian Junxi's voice was a little weird because he raised his head.

"What's wrong with you?" Nangong Jing's voice implied concern.

"It's nothing, I just choked on drinking water, and my throat feels a little uncomfortable!" Jian Junxi prevaricated casually.

"Then where are you now?" Nangong Jing was obviously questioning.

"Are you finished? Do you want to install a surveillance camera on me?" Jian Junxi roared angrily.

Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes glistened with tears, and she couldn't tell what she was angry about.

"Yes... I'm sorry, don't be angry, I won't ask, I just don't trust you..."

Nangong Jing's tone suddenly softened, as if she could feel that she was in a bad mood at the moment.

(End of this chapter)