"I want to kill you now. What should I do?"

Liu Liu's heart trembled and her breath became rapid.

His breath was in her ear, and every word he uttered seemed to be kissing her. "If you are willing to say one word to me and you still love me, I won't be angry. I'll let you go, OK?"

She wants to live well. She doesn't want to make Sheng and Ting angry. She can lie to him in order to achieve this goal, but she still loves him. She can't lie.

She didn't love long ago, five years ago.

"You say, say you still love me, think of me, read me, the same as five years ago, never changed!"

Seeing that she didn't respond, he was on the verge of collapse. His strength in his hands was so strong that he seemed to cut off her waist. The voice in his throat was inexplicably choking,

"Liu Liu, tell me, I want to hear, I want to hear you say, you still love me."

Does he want to hear it?

Once she wanted to say to him that she loved him and loved him to the bone, but he never gave her a chance to say it.

Now she has no love, but he wants to force her to say something against her heart.

This is the most ironic thing in the world.

Liu Liu felt that her eyes were sour and her nose was sour. Something came out and swayed in her eyes. As if she were the slightest action, her tears would fall down.

As a result, she just blinked her sour eyes, and her tears really fell down. In an instant, her face was full of tears and wet the front of his chest.

She has never been a woman who loves to cry, but when she meets Sheng Youting, her tears are often uncontrollable. Whether it is five years ago or five years later, he can easily affect all her emotions.

"Why are you crying?"

Her throat uttered a cry that she tried her best to suppress, similar to a small animal trapped in a cage. She wanted to break free, but could not get rid of it any more. She could only sob.

As soon as he heard her cry, he felt as if he had been hit by the heavy thunder on a rainstorm night.

His whole body was stiff, his soul and body seemed to be separated in an instant, and the pain of tearing heart and lung ran through his limbs.

Liu Liu grabbed the man's lapel, crying head dizzy, lips hair black, mouth is intermittent cry cavity, "you don't get angry, you angry, I'm afraid, fear in addition to crying, nothing will."

"Sheng You Ting, I feel bad, I am not comfortable, I want to sleep now, you accompany me, OK?"

"Well, I'll be with you. Be good and don't cry."

He wiped the tears out of the corner of her eyes with his finger pulp, and heard his own soft and unworthy voice. He laughed at himself and lived for more than 30 years. He was so hopeless.

As soon as she was close to other men, he was angry and wanted to kill people. Once she kissed him, his full of anger would be gone. As soon as she cried, he would go crazy.

As soon as she showed weakness, he accepted the whole thing. Where can you remember that he was just angry, and what was he angry about?

Liu Liu, Liu Liu, she is the poison engraved on his bones and blood. She has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow and has no medicine to cure. Sooner or later, he will be poisoned and die.

Just, as long as she stayed by his side, she is his, this life can only be his, no one can stop him.

God blocks killing God, Buddha blocks killing Buddha.

Outside the hospital, a black Audi was parked on the roadside. The people sitting on the copilot leaned listlessly against the window. The long and narrow Phoenix eyes slightly lifted up a little, and looked at a bright ward on the fifth floor not far away.

The rain patters, the whole city seems to be shrouded in a sad color, his voice is even worse, "Lao Zhao, do you say she will fall in love with that man again?"