Atop the Empire's tallest China World Trade Center building.
A girl wearing a thick down jacket, wrapped up like a big rice dumpling. She was holding a wine bottle in her hand, and her face was full of snot and tears from crying. At this moment, her feet were stepping on the thick snow,
Both feet stamped hard on the ground. It seemed that they had to stamp the ground flat.
When she was a child, her dead mother said to her: If you hate someone, climb to the highest building and stamp the ground as hard as you can, imagining that the person you hate is trampled to death by you. In this way, no matter how frustrating it is,
, and you will suddenly become enlightened.
Mo Duoduo always remembered her mother's words, so on the day Jiang Zichen went abroad, she ran to the top floor of the China World Trade Center with a wine bottle in order to experience the feeling of trampling Jiang Zichen's Chen Shimei to death.
"Jiang Zichen, I curse you for the rest of your fucking life! You gave birth to a son without sex, and gave birth to a daughter who was raped by a pig. You will be a tortoise with your head all your life, and you will always hide behind women and be a tortoise for ten thousand years - Soft
——Fan——Male…”
Mo Duoduo was extremely sad. In this era where everyone is fighting for their father. She, Mo Duoduo, lost her boyfriend of two years to a rich man because she did not have a rich father.
The daughter of a nouveau riche with hundreds of millions of assets...
She is unwilling, unwilling, unwilling...ahhh, unwilling...
"Hey, miss, our building is going to be locked!"
When Mo Duoduo was singing and dancing on the rooftop, going crazy with alcohol, the building manager came up with a flashlight. When he saw her, he reminded her as if she was a psycho.
"Why should you lock the door? I must trample to death that bastard Jiang Zichen and Chen Shimei, the scheming bastard today. I hate him, I hate him so much..."
The building manager instantly realized that this young girl had been abandoned and had come here to vent her anger. However, if she was not dragged downstairs now, she might not be able to figure it out.
So he jumped off the building.
Therefore, it didn't matter whether Mo Duoduo refused or not. Two security guards, one on the left and one on the right, held Mo Duoduo hostage and ran towards the corridor entrance.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Damn it, what are you doing..." Mo Duoduo resisted tenaciously, screaming and struggling. However, she drank too much at this moment, her legs were weak, and her hands were weak.
No strength at all.
Finally, Mo Duoduo was held hostage by two security guards and entered the elevator until they reached the bottom of the building. She was let go. The two security guards looked at Mo Duoduo, who was stumbling around after drinking, and kindly reminded her: "Little girl
, it’s getting late, you’d better go home early!”
"Hey, I'm going to step on Jiang Zichen's Chen Shimei to death!" Mo Duoduo refused to give up. She had just started to step on Jiang Zichen, and she wasn't satisfied yet.
"Miss, you'd better go home early!" The two security guards ignored the drunken Mo Duoduo, left her at the door, and turned back to the building to lock the door.
Mo Duoduo stood at the gate, gritting his teeth.
She, Mo Duoduo, just wanted to find a quiet place where she could vent when she was heartbroken, drink some wine and go crazy. Why, why would God refuse to let her realize even this meager wish...
"God, you, like that bastard Jiang Zichen, will not die in peace!" Mo Duoduo thought of this, put his hands on his hips, pointed to the sky, and shouted. Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, a thunder struck down with a rumble.
Mo Duoduo was startled, and ran around with her head in her hands, chattering incessantly, "Oh my God, my God, this little lady is joking with you, I'm just joking..."
It's a pity that God didn't seem to be joking with her. Soon, a thunderstorm started falling...