2231. Chapter 2231 [2231] The holy saint who goes to war 4
The more Sheng Sheng thought about it, the harder it became to calm down the sourness and anguish in his heart. After taking a short rest, he got up again and ran along the basketball court, continuing to run round and round. Only by exhausting his energy in the rain with all his strength could he be able to
Let your mind empty out a little.
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In the room, Maimai cried until her tears dried up, and she didn't move a muscle. She kept hugging herself tightly, burying her head, and her tears fell one after another!
It feels so uncomfortable, as if I have been abandoned.
How cruel Sheng Sheng was just now, how sad she felt now.
Where did he go?
She didn't want to ask!
She should leave this ghost place immediately, leave this messy place, but she felt sore and trembling all over and couldn't move, let alone leave!
Rumble, rumble, the thunder outside the house was getting louder and louder, and she didn't want to go out and catch the cold.
After a long, long time, she seemed to be tired from crying and fell asleep!
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After a long time, Shengsheng near the community seemed to be tired from running and could no longer exert any strength. He lay down on the lawn in the rain and fell asleep!
No matter how stormy the world is, the two of them automatically choose to sleep deeply to escape from something, and deeply heal themselves in sleep.
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Boom! Boom!
With a thunderbolt, Maimai suddenly woke up, opened her eyes, rubbed them, and subconsciously muttered: "Holy Saint, I'm afraid!"
She was afraid of thunder and wanted him to coax her and hold her.
When she regained consciousness, she slowly remembered that she and Shengsheng had an argument before. Shengsheng smashed everything in the house in anger, then slammed the door and left. Apart from herself, the only thing left in the house was the messy living room.
After taking a nap, Maimai's mood calmed down a lot. She took out her mobile phone and checked the time. She had slept for almost three hours. It was getting dark. In the evening, the room was already very dark.
Maimai stood up, carefully walked around the corpses on the ground, ran to the wall and turned on the light.
A person stood there for a long time not knowing what to do.
Finally, one person went to get a broom and dustpan, squatted down and cleaned the living room.
The ground was full of broken glass, and there was red wine flowing everywhere. While picking up the broken glass carefully, Maimai kept crying. She was so sad, wronged, uncomfortable, anxious, and couldn't calm down.
Come down.
"ah!"
Accidentally, while picking up the glass, she accidentally cut her finger, and blood immediately gushed out. Although it was not serious, she had never suffered such a crime before. Maimai squatted on the ground with her hands on her knees, and started whimpering uncomfortably again.
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"Bad guy, bad guy, you bad guy, you're such a bad guy!"
"How could you be so mean, so fierce, so smashing things, so angry, so angry?"
"I...I was just...I was angry. It was you who provoked me first. It was you who cared about me first, and then I broke up with me in anger. I was just talking in anger. You were so mean to me, so
Get angry, you...wuwu...wuwu..."
While complaining, Maimai sucked her fingers to drain the blood and continued to pick up broken glass.
She had never done housework before, but she spent two hours picking up all the broken glass on the ground. She picked it up very seriously, as if she was trying to compete with someone, put the broken glass into a plastic bag and threw it at the door, and then
She mopped the floor. She didn't know how to mop the floor at all. The more she mopped, the more water there was on the ground, making everything wet. But she just didn't stop. Doing something could stop her from being immersed in sadness.