Love the good night from now on

Qin Hua's eyes were raised up, like a fox who had practiced for thousands of years.

I never knew how much she hated me.

It was hate that I got what she didn't get.

Still hate me for getting in her way.

The sharp knife was too close to me, even if Qin Wanning gave up killing me right now, Qin Hua's strength was enough to push him to insert the knife into my lower abdomen.

But one second passed, two seconds passed, three seconds, four seconds
I almost felt something was wrong with Qin Hua.

I took a few glances at Qin Wanning and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

His lips turned white almost instantly.

He said: "Actually, think about it, I was originally a person who was going to die. If you tear up that painting, just tear it up. Living is meaningless."

After the words fell, his body fell down like a kite without wind.

Only then did I see that he turned the tip of the knife and pointed it at himself at some point.

With Qin Hua's push, the sharp knife was pushed into Qin Wanning's body.

I don't know if it's because of Qin Wanning's body, his blood color has become very light.

Like the cherry blossoms in April, it is misty and light.

It seemed that a group of flames that were about to be extinguished were slowly burning.

Burning Qin Wanning's most worthless life.

It was Qin Hua who screamed first.

She knelt down and hugged Qin Wanning into her arms, feeling sad for the "chess piece" of the flower in her hand.

I looked down condescendingly.

Suddenly feel that she is very pitiful.

Qin Hua is very pitiful.

Qin Wanning is also very pitiful.

At this time, the order of the shopping mall remained stable and the power was restored.

Our brand's promotional song is once again resounding throughout the glorious mall.

The high dome is wrapped by a 360-degree LED surround screen.

Instead of videos that cause a ruckus, it's a short video showing our brand's winter samples on a loop.

Health panting and ran to the backstage to find me, only to find a pool of blood.

He subconsciously ran over and hugged my arm to check, and asked, "Boss Yao, are you okay?"

I don't know what my expression looks like now.

But his heart felt as if he was entwined by ten thousand years of vines, and he was so oppressed that he couldn't breathe.

"call the ambulance."

I only said four words, and then I also sat down.

While calling for an ambulance, Jiankang found the backstage cloth curtains to cover the three of us.

And got the company's staff to surround us.

After all, Qin Wanning still has an identity, she is a hot international supermodel.

He has short blond hair and taupe eyes.

He has a tall nose and deep eyes.

He has tens of millions of fans and a large number of followers.

He is in the best years of his life, but he lives counting down every day.

I stared blankly at Qin Wanning's closed eyes, stretched out my hand numbly, and held his hand kissingly.

His hands were still warm.

He still had the strength to grab my hand back.

He half-opened his eyes and smiled weakly: "Death is not scary at all."

He looked at Qin Hua beside him: "The terrible thing is to be alive."

Qin Hua's tears kept welling in his eyes.

Her grief is never easy to show.

It hurts for a peacock to lose a feather.

But new feathers always grow back.

My other hand trembled and covered Qin Wanning's wound, trying to stop the blood from flowing out.

"Simon"

My throat seemed to be blocked by something: "I found out what you asked me to check for you."

I leaned over to whisper a few words in his ear.

When leaving, Qin Wanning said in pain: "My whole life has been a joke."

He looked at me sadly: "If you and I have a child now, can the child's bone marrow save me?"

I shook my head: "Not necessarily."

The voice fell as lightly as a feather, and Qin Wanning also used her remaining strength to leave Qin Hua's embrace at this moment.

Stand up against the wall.

He smiled sadly at Qin Hua: "Have you ever given your heart to me?"

After all, Qin Hua's face was calm and unhurried.

Unhurried fierceness, unhurried sadness.
She raised her eyebrows: "Never."

Qin Wanning closed her eyes lightly, two tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Then lean back heavily.

Fell to the ground.

Below him is a row of hangers.

The scattered white gauze dragged his broken body like stamens.

I got up slowly, walked to Qin Hua who was still slumped on the ground and said, "You and Yuan Shan's son is not dead."

"He found it, and here it is."

After saying this, I turned and left.

But two seconds of stability, followed by a burst of mournful crying.

Qin painting.

You have calculated all the secrets, but you can't calculate the fate of your own flesh and blood.

You bore him.

You played him.

Then, you kill him.

This is God's biggest punishment for you.

Later I found out that Qin Wanning survived a train accident and was taken back to the United States by an American couple to be raised.

But misfortunes never come singly, and his adoptive parents both died in a car accident.

He returned to the orphanage again.

It wasn't until he was 16 years old and met Qin Hua in the hospital that he lived a good life.

Qin Hua gave him an identity, money, and a good career.

Qin Hua raised him by his side like a son.

But did not give him true love.

Instead, he was used as a consolation, as a stand-in, as an additional spoil of war in the continuous hatred.

I also know why Qin Hua keeps poisoning Yi Jun and Yi Nan.

I haven't figured out Yuan Shan's death yet.

But before Yi Jun accepted Qin Hua, he sent someone to send Qin Wanning to the orphanage.

He couldn't accept his own woman marrying someone else's son into the Yi family.

So he took advantage of Qin Hua's unpreparedness and sent the little boy away.

It's just that there was a train rollover accident on the way, and many people died in that carriage.

She thought her son was dead.

Unexpectedly, her son survived and returned to her side full of hatred at the age of 16.

Fate played a cocooning joke with her.