Chapter 456

The thunder exploded, and with a bang, a figure fell from the high-rise building and hit the concrete floor hard, blurred in blood and flesh.

Yan Xiaowei looked at all this coldly, and her ears echoed what the man shouted when he fell just now.

"Yan Xiaowei! Remember it for me! I will never let you go as a ghost!"

She walked slowly to the body, squatted down and looked at the face that had made her fight for all her love. Now it was beyond recognition, and there was an unspeakable pleasure in her heart.

This is her husband, who drunk her on her wedding night and slept with her stepsister on her wedding bed.

Her younger brother Yan Xiaozhe, a 14-year-old child, was pushed downstairs because of their adultery and died of a broken cervical spine.

14 years old! It's too late to see how beautiful the world is.

Because others said she was more spiritual than her stepsister who dominated the film and television industry, her husband added hormones to her diet for a long time, which increased her weight from 48 kg to 84 kg. The first lady in Z city became the first laughingstock in Z city!

He said he would be kind to her. He knelt on the ground and begged her. In order to help him tide over the difficulties, Yan Xiaowei sold her mother's inheritance cheaply and was penniless.

What happened? After they broke her womb in a car accident, they even laughed at her in public and drove her out of the house.

Everything about her was ruined by this man!

The deep-seated hatred hit again, the nails fell into the meat, and the body watered by the rain could not stop shaking.

A figure came to her side, with an umbrella over her head and a hand on her shoulder. It was silent, comfort and support.

The warmth from her shoulders made Yan Xiaowei suddenly wake up from her memory. Her fist loosened and her eyes gradually recovered their usual indifference. She straightened up and sneered at the pupils of her eyes, saying, "I remember."

Before I could turn around, I heard a scream from far to near.

A woman in a white dress stumbled over barefoot, knelt down in front of the pool of blood and meat, cried up to the sky, and looked gloomy and fierce in the thunder and lightning.

"Yan Xiaowei! You are so cruel! I curse you! You must die!" The woman turned back, pointed at Yan Xiaowei with red eyes and shouted, "you remember! Remember!"

Just remember one and then another. It's really interesting.

Yan Xiaowei looked at the frivolous corner of the woman's mouth: "I don't need my sister to remind me. I always remember how my mother and my grandfather died. Who was the blessing of the Yan family? How did you play with me and let me go step by step? I remember clearly! I also remember the commitment to make you pay with blood!"

"Bitch! I'll die with you!" The woman ran to Yan Xiaowei with open teeth and claws.

With a bang, a bullet passed through the center of the woman's eyebrow, and the blood hydrated brain ejected from the bullet hole.

She stared at Yan Xiaowei and fell back.

Yan Xiaowei was bleary for a moment.

Dead, dead.

The belief that had always supported her to go on was like peeling a cocoon at the moment of their death. One of them couldn't stand stably and fell into the arms of the man around him.

"Let's go." The man put his gun away and put his arm around her shoulder: "go home."

"Home?" Yan Xiaowei suddenly lost, as if someone had told her so when she was very young.

"Yes." He helped her into the car, his eyes still cold.

"I'm tired. I want to sleep." Yan Xiaowei leaned lightly against his shoulder.

"OK."

Close your eyes, the past flashed back and forth in front of you like a running lantern.

She took revenge. They all died. They all died so miserably, but what?

Her life is already full of holes.

This whole life is really in vain, in vain

Back in the villa, Yan Xiaowei got a little rain on her body, asked the servant to put the water, took off her clothes and went into the bathroom.

Lying in the bathtub, Yan Xiaowei's eyes were empty. It turned out that she had thought that when she got revenge, she might scream wildly, laugh or cry, but she never thought she would be so calm.

It's not like it's true. All this is like an illusion, a dream, and it's over when you wake up.

Leaving the noble mansion alone, Yan Xiaowei came to the police station and surrendered himself.

"I killed the man." This is the only sentence Yan Xiaowei said after entering the police station.

The police detained Yan Xiaowei temporarily.

There was a strange smell in the female cell, which was clean at a glance.

After lunch, it was the time to let out the wind. Yan Xiaowei was a little stunned when she looked at the washed sky. It seemed that the heavy rain last night had never rained and no one had died. It seemed that everything that had happened for so many years was an illusion.

A figure approached Yan Xiaowei silently. In a trance, she suddenly dragged her to the corner, and a cold dagger hit the artery of Yan Xiaowei's neck.

Seeing who the man was, Yan Xiaowei said, "aunt, what a coincidence. I see you again."

"Stop talking!" The woman was a prisoner with messy clothes and hair. In her early 40s, she put a knife against Yan Xiaowei's neck and asked, "where's my daughter?"

"Sister?" Yan Xiaowei smiled: "she's dead."

"You! You're talking nonsense!" The woman obviously didn't believe it: "you're talking nonsense!"

"My nonsense?" Yan Xiaowei pointed to the center of her eyebrows: "I was shot through a blood hole here. If she wasn't dead, how could I be here?"

"Shut up! Shut up!" The woman was so excited that her hand holding the knife was shaking: "Yan Xiaowei! You are so cruel!"

The tip of the knife cut the upper edge of Yan Xiaowei's clavicle.

"I'm cruel?" Yan Xiaowei smiled: "you killed my mother and made me such a disaster step by step. Now you say it's me? How can I be as cruel as you?"

"That's also your Yan Family's own fault. It's you who blocked others' way. You deserve it!" The woman said grimly, "otherwise, do you think we really have such a great ability to bring down the Yan family? First the Lu family, then the Yang family, and finally your Yan Family! Yan Xiaowei, if you want to hate, blame your mother's surname Yan, blame you bitch for following her surname Yan! No wonder I!"

"Who is it!" Yan Xiaowei's eyes stared in vain.

"I let you die and don't understand! If you have the ability, ask the Lord of hell!" The woman took advantage of Yan Xiaowei's absence to quickly raise and lower her knife.

Suddenly, the blood gradually disappeared, and Yan Xiaowei stared at her.

At the last second before her consciousness dissipated, Yan Xiaowei thought of one thing.

No wonder she doesn't feel happy. It turns out that her real enemy hasn't been exposed and her great revenge hasn't been repaid

The world in front of me is getting more and more blurred, and the voice in my ears is getting farther and farther away. It seems that I am deeply trapped in the cold ancient lake. The whole person is weak and can't make strength, and I feel a burst of cold in my heart.

It was vaguely felt that someone had poured a cold carbonated drink into her mouth.

It's sweet.

Consciousness gradually became clear from fuzziness. Yan Xiaowei finally saw the world in front of her. A familiar face was full of anxiety.

"Xiao Wei! How are you, Xiao Wei!"

"Ah song." Yan Xiaowei looked at the boy holding her tightly, and his eyes were red. This man was his best friend in high school. The two had never crossed the line of friendship and treated each other sincerely. Finally, ah song was framed and killed in order to protect her.