This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 243 Jiang Wei (Extra)
He thought over and over again what he had said to the girl last time.

Unfeeling and indifferent.

How desperate and uncomfortable should the girl be at that time?
He felt that he seemed to be the murderer who killed Shen Yue.

Song Yan stared blankly at the ceiling, shed tears inexplicably.

His heart ached so badly that he seemed to be dying.

-

Today is Jiang Wei's birthday, and he booked a box, he thought it was meaningless, but he still sent a message to Shen Yue.

The last time the two of them sent a message was half a month ago. Jiang Wei was looking forward to it, but he didn't show it.

Jiang Wei is the center of attention in your circle, the private room is very lively, but he seldom speaks while sitting on the sofa.

"What's the point of sitting, let's play together." Someone beside him sent an invitation.

Jiang Wei didn't respond, he took out his phone and checked the time, it was already early morning, Shen Yue didn't come, and he didn't reply to his message.

With a low air pressure all over his body, he picked up the wine on the table and drank it without saying a word.

In the middle of the night, the atmosphere in the private room reached a climax. After drinking for three rounds, many people started talking nonsense.

A boy suddenly said nervously: "Shen Yue, everyone knows about Shen Yue."

"I know, if you have money, you can do it."

Another boy said with a big mouth.

The atmosphere stagnated for a moment.

The boy also seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing. He turned his head and saw Jiang Wei's expression at the moment was extremely frightening.

There was no warmth in the pitch-black eyes, staring straight at him, a shocking storm brewing in the eyes.

"Say it again?" His voice was soft, but with a creepy chill.

The boy's drunkenness was more than half awake, his face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly tried to make amends: "Jiang, Brother Jiang, I, I was talking nonsense, I have no other meaning, just treat me as farting..."

Jiang Wei's expression was very cold: "Go out."

The boy's legs trembled: "Brother Jiang..."

Jiang Wei threw the wine glass on the ground and said violently, "Get out!"

The boy didn't dare to say anything, he ran out shaking his legs.

The private room, which was originally bustling with excitement, became as silent as a cicada, not daring to fart.

They looked at Jiang Wei who was sitting on the sofa, wondering why he lost his temper for no reason.

But it was very clear that it was because of Shen Yue.

Could it be that Jiang Wei likes Shen Yue?
As soon as this idea came out, everyone was even more afraid to speak.

"Brother Jiang, don't be angry, there is no need to argue with this kind of person."

Someone boldly stepped forward to persuade him.

Jiang Wei shifted his gaze to the boy who spoke just now.

"What did you say Shen Yue was doing?"

The boy felt terrified when he was watched, and was afraid to speak for a while.

Under this invisible pressure, the boy finally spoke out.

"Shen Yue is dead..."

"I saw it in the hospital. Her body was covered in blood, and there was a large knife mark on her wrist. The cut was deep. I heard that she had passed away when she was sent to the hospital."

The box returned to a dead silence.

After Jiang Wei finished listening, his mind went blank, and he was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that the nerves in his head were jumping suddenly.

He looked at the boy fixedly, his eyebrows and eyes were thick with haze and violence, he gritted his teeth, "You are lying!"

The boy was terrified, and said very carefully, for fear that he would make the other party go crazy if he said a wrong word.

"I saw it with my own eyes, and I don't need to use it to deceive people. I heard the doctor say that Shen Yue died, it was suicide, and the blood was almost gone."

Jiang Wei sneered, got up and took a step forward and grabbed his collar fiercely, his voice seemed to come from his throat, his teeth were chattering: "Fuck you! How could she commit suicide? If you talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I will let you get out of here sideways!"

The people next to him were frightened by the battle and took a few steps back, not daring to make a sound to stop them.

The boy's back was covered with cold sweat, and he didn't dare to resist. He was so scared that he was about to cry: "If you don't believe me, you can check it out. Anyway, I really didn't talk nonsense. Brother Jiang, even if you give me a hundred courage, I dare not lie in front of you."

Jiang Wei's eyes were red, like an irrational beast, as if it would lose control at any time.

I don't know how long it took before Jiang Wei let go of his hand, and seemed to have calmed down a lot: "Go out."

The boy almost crawled out with his legs limp.

"I'll let you all go out! Don't you understand?!"

Jiang Wei kicked the tea table over with one kick, the wine bottle shattered to the ground with a thunderbolt, the glass smashed on the hard marble, and the broken glass fragments splashed everywhere.

This sound frightened everyone in the audience.

They all left one after another with interest.

Jiang Wei picked up the phone from the ground and dialed a familiar number.

"Sorry, the number you dialed to shut down..."

The cold mechanical sound lingered over and over again.

Jiang Wei listened, trying to suppress the nerves that were jumping wildly, clenched the phone tightly, his fingertips turned white, and tried his best to control the trembling of his teeth, almost begging.

"Pick up the phone..."

"Answer the phone..."

Jiang Wei held the phone, and that hand was so hard that the finger bones seemed to be completely broken.

Ding-dong-

The message reminder sounded.

Jiang Wei quickly clicked in to take a look.

It's Bai Qingzhen.

[Shen Yue is dead, did she tell you anything? ]
Jiang Wei's eyes were red, and he muttered to himself: "Impossible..."

He shook his head, gritted his teeth tightly, the veins on his forehead popped out, and looked at the phone with red eyes.

He slammed his phone on the ground, as if he could treat the information just now as if it never happened.

Shen Yue is dead.

The whole world was spinning, as if floods were raging from all directions, and the suffocation of being submerged made his eyes black.

Jiang Wei took a breath, let out a suppressed gasp with pain from deep in his throat, suddenly bent down, and retched violently.

Shen Yue.

These two words were scalded on his heart with a hot iron, causing his soul to curl up in pain.

[Is Qingzhen more important than me? ]
[Sorry, will you blame me? ]
[Then take good care of Qingzhen. ]
[Don’t worry about me, Jiang Wei, don’t worry about me anymore. ]
[Do you want to hold hands at the end? ]
[I'm leaving. ]
"Want to hold hands, but not the last."

-

The girl in the white sweater was beautiful and clean, she smiled, and said with a prickly dimple, "Do you want to hold hands for the last time?"

Jiang Wei hugged the girl, lowered his head and his eyes were full of hostility, but there was a choked sound deep in his throat.

"Don't be the last, don't hold hands."

"To kiss."

The girl was still laughing, but when Jiang Wei looked down again, the girl had already closed her eyes tightly.

The cold temperature came from his fingertips, and he saw a piece of red, as if the whole world had completely quieted down, and his mind fell into a numb chaos.

"Yueyue?"

His throat was hoarse as if it had been ground by a handful of sand.

The girl didn't reply, she closed her eyes quietly and didn't breathe.

He choked deeply, and murmured, "Is Yueyue still blaming me?"

The girl still didn't answer, he felt extremely panicked, blinked his eyes blankly, hot tears flowed down, he raised his hand to touch the girl's face, it was cold.

The uncontrollable panic became deeper and deeper, and he began to tremble violently, choked up uncontrollably, and his throat was stained with the smell of blood.

"Yueyue..."

"Say something..."

"Don't ignore me..."

My heart throbbed, and breathing seemed to be a torture.

He could hear his soul screaming in agony, and then he was sucked into the vortex of cold darkness, and the darkness came towards him like a tide.

The person in his arms disappeared.

No!

Don't leave him!
Please don't!
In the darkness, he wanted to scream, but there was no sound, as if a blood clot was blocked, making him want to dig it out.

His silent madness, hissing lung-cracking collapse.

"Hurry up, sedative, grab the patient's hand, don't let him choke his own throat!"

"Hurry up! The patient is suffocating!"

"oxygen!"

-

On the day of the college entrance examination, Fudan champion Song Yan committed suicide by taking a large amount of sleeping pills.

And that high-spirited young man has never said a word since then.

　There are repetitions, just refresh it later and it will be ok (Country Love in the next world)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)