Chapter 227: Crying of a man and a woman [3]
He could no longer tell whether he loved Xiao Qiao more or Tong Yiqing.
Or maybe he no longer loves Xiao Qiao, has moved on, and completely fallen in love with Tong Yiqing.
Now he just wants to cry...
Let out the pain, love, hatred and resentment that have accumulated for many years with tears.
Over the years, he relied on his arrogant and stubborn character to become the godfather of the underworld.
He experienced so many difficulties on the way and passed through so much baptism of blood that he achieved his status today.
The year he became the underworld godfather, she got engaged to Xiao Qiao.
I originally planned to get married this spring, but when spring came, Xiao Qiao had been dead for more than two years.
And Tong Yiqing appeared...
He used the mask of an angel to get close to her, gained her trust, and made her fall in love with him.
But along the way, he didn't realize at all that he had fallen into the trap he had set.
In the end, Tong Yiqing lost her memory and forgot about him.
But he understood that he fell in love with Tong Yiqing.
Such love will have no results.
Because he hurt her too much...
He knew that even if she regained her memory, she would not love him anymore.
Everything was constantly being sorted out and confused, making him tangled, making him crazy, and making him at a loss.
In the middle of the night, the crying of the two people gradually weakened.
When Wen Zeyu got up from the bed, the sheet in front of him was wet.
The tears accumulated for many years were all vented today.
There was silence in Lanyuju.
This kind of silence, it's weird.
Wen Zeyu couldn't hear the banging on the door and Tong Yiqing's crying. He didn't know why, but he felt flustered...
When he remembered that she bit her tongue and committed suicide not long ago, Wen Zeyu became even more panicked!
He didn't even have time to put on his shoes, so he ran out of the room barefoot.
When she walked to the door of her room, the door had been smashed with a fist-sized hole.
Wen Zeyu hurriedly opened the door to the room.
After opening the door, his expression changed and he rushed into the room in a hurry, shouting in horror: "Xiaoqing!!"
Tong Yiqing was lying on the ground, smiling bloodthirstyly: "Don't call me Xiaoqing, you don't deserve it!"
On Tong Yiqing's right wrist, a dazzling blood red line was drawn...
This chapter has been completed!