Well, it's the smell of millions of female fans who call it "the man who can't make people close their legs" --

smell that he can't sleep deeply, frown tightly, as if in a dream, he has encountered something that makes him feel extremely sad. His eyebrows, eyes and lips were full of intense pain and sorrow. His hands clung to the bedspread under him, as if he had a nightmare.

Is it sad?

Su Kui tilted his head and held out his hand over his handsome face. Across the air, he drew the outline of his facial features.

In fact, the smell is not a handsome type. In the circle, he is not handsome. However, there is only one smell. It's the man who is affectionately become the national husband by the female fans.

And even men have to be convinced of him.

This is the charm of smell.

His features are hard and strong. He can scare people when he doesn't laugh. He looks cold and looks like he is thousands of miles away.

But Su Kui came close to him only to find that under his indifferent appearance, it was a narcissistic and proud heart. I can't love you!

Su Kui, with her head askew, squatted on the edge of the bed with one hand on her chin and the other hand drawing over her smelling face, didn't know what she was doing.

Wen Zheng had a nightmare. In the dream, he was seven years old again.

The woman beat him hard with her belt. She cried and beat at the same time. Her face was ferocious and her face was painful.

"It's all your fault. You've ruined everything!"

"Smell, so you are not irreplaceable!"

"You know what? He's getting married. He doesn't want you, not to mention me! He will have a new family, a child living in a normal family, and we are just rubbish that he doesn't care! "

"Well, come with mom? Let's go to a place no one knows, just the two of us. In the future, there will be no more pain, OK? "

The woman forced half a bottle of sleeping pills into his mouth. In order to prevent him from running away, she tied him to a chair and let him cry for the first time.

He doesn't want to die. His life is just beginning.

Even though life is hard, he also wants to try to live -

but the woman obviously will not let him go. In the dream, he is powerless to smell. His painful struggle, however, is still unable to open. He is weak and helpless.

The woman held him in her arms and began to cry and apologize. The hot tears fell into his collar. It was wet and sticky, but her body was stiff and small. She felt that there were countless snakes crawling around him.

How could there be such a mother? A little bit sleepy, he thought, squinting.

The woman still apologized in his ear, saying, "ah Zheng, I'm sorry I'm sorry Forgive mom, right? Uh huh? Forgive mom, will you? "

Until the end, I don't know if I have forgiven or not.

Probably, never!

The woman released him and stepped into the bathtub full of hot water step by step. She recovered her calm smile. She took out the blade and scratched it hard on her artery, one after another, as if she could not feel the pain.

So much blood, into the water, eyes into a red.

The woman looks at and smells at Zheng. Her eyes are very quiet. She says, "ah Zheng, I heard that people who commit suicide in red clothes will become fierce ghosts. When they die, I will take your father down. Our family will never be separated, OK?"