Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

Lu Tingchuan didn't look back when he left, Shen Qing stared at his back.

"Lu Tingchuan, can you turn around and take a look at me, I'm leaving, really... I won't come back again."

It's not that she can't live without him, her life is just one less person, it's not a big deal, not to mention that he has been treating her badly.

Perhaps, leaving him is the best choice.

Shen Qing persuaded herself to let go of that person, but the throbbing pain in her heart told her that she couldn't let go of that person.

The dishes left on the table, if other people would probably give up at last, and only Shen Qing would put them into the kitchen one by one, wash them one by one, sanitize them and put them back into the cupboard.

After finishing all this, she also washed the clothes that Lu Tingchuan changed last night, and mopped the inside and outside of the house.

It was already past noon after finishing all the work, but she didn't feel hungry at all. She packed her luggage, whatever she brought when she came, and what she took when she left, she didn't want anything Lu Tingchuan gave her.

The old suitcase looks so pitiful, there are not many clothes in it, only books and a few notebooks.

She picked up the suitcase and put it at the door of the bedroom, then took out a red dress from the closet, and took off the white dress on her body. She wanted to put it down directly, but she couldn't help but held it in her hand and looked at it again.

Few people are nice to her in life. Cowardly people, if others give you a candy, they are afraid of being sweetened to death.

Sure enough, there is no such thing as a pie in the sky. If it is not yours, it is not yours. How can the person who loves you be willing to make you sad?

Tears fell down again, Shen Qing wiped away the tears.

To Lu Tingchuan, she wasn't even a stand-in.

What is it?Presumably a random exchange of goods.

Looking back on the past, Shen Qing found that her life was small and pitiful, she herself was like an ant in a heap of ants, following the steps every day, doing nothing, she could be crushed to death with one finger.

It would be great if I didn't meet Lu Tingchuan. Although she is still a weak ant, she can be free.

Shen Qing changed into a red dress, and sat on the edge of the bed blankly, watching the sky gradually darken, she got up and went to the dressing room, stared at Shen Zhichu's photo to put on makeup, carefully outlined the corners of her eyes with eyeliner, and smeared with lipstick lips.

After putting on makeup, she looked more like Shen Zhichu. She stared at herself in the mirror, and couldn't even tell who she was for a while.

Shen Qing tried her best to raise the corners of her lips, a sentence that Lu Tingchuan often said to her emerged in her mind.

"You have to smile like this to be like her."

Some people like you to smile just to make you happy, while some people want you to laugh just to find other shadows in you.

Shen Qing is the sad second type.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the driver arranged by Lu Tingchuan came on time. Shen Qing stepped on high heels and went downstairs with a timely smile on his lips, so "bright and confident"

She is beautiful at the moment, but this is not her.

"Miss Shen, please get in the car." The driver stopped and looked at her for a while, and he didn't recover until she approached, and opened the car door respectfully.

Shen Qing walked in shortly, the driver closed the door and sat in the driver's seat, started the car and stepped on the gas pedal to drive out slowly, when looking in the rearview mirror, he caught a glimpse of Shen Qing.

Today's Shen Qing is very different, it seems to be a different person, with a smile on her face, but she seems to be crying, the sadness emanating from her, filled the whole car with depression, the driver opened the window, at night and daytime The residual heat has not yet dissipated, and it is a bit stuffy.

The light source of the street light extended one by one, clearly illuminating the road in the dark night, but Shen Qing stared outside but couldn't see the light.

"Miss Shen, do you have anything to say to Mr. Lu? I can pass it on here." The driver knew the process, and he may not be able to meet again this trip.

Shen Qing's bright eyes became cloudy now, and with the night wind blowing, she softly uttered a sentence: "The things you send out will never come back."

Her voice was very soft, mixed with the sound of the wind and then dispersed, the driver couldn't hear her clearly, "What?"

"Please tell him, I really won't go back after I leave."

Maybe Lu Tingchuan didn't care if she could go back at all.

But what if... what if Lu Tingchuan suddenly remembered her because he wasn't used to it?

Shen Qing was like a doll without a soul, moving his lips mechanically, repeating the same sentence: "I won't go back again, the things I sent out won't come back."

It would take some time to get to the hotel, Shen Qing took out his mobile phone and searched for the name of "Shen Zhichu" for the first time.

Just a few dozen words record this woman's life.

The eldest lady of the Shen family inherited the Shen family, the richest woman in Rongcheng. At the age of 23, the Shen family fell into poverty. There is no more Shen family in Rongcheng. At the age of 27, Shen Zhichu died unexpectedly in a fire. She has donated to many orphanages and done various charities.

Zhichu Island is an amusement park built by her ex-husband in her name.

She is such a kind person, but God did not treat her kindly.

In the photo, Shen Zhichu is wearing a red dress, young, with a mature and confident smile on his face, just a photo has amazed many people.

It turned out that she was a stand-in for such a person.

As a stand-in how to compare with the real master?Check it out, but it's nothing more than self-inflicted humiliation.

Such an excellent Shen Zhichu, no wonder so many people like her, it's her, she also likes Shen Zhichu.

But everyone likes Shen Zhichu, so who likes Shen Qing?

When they arrived at the entrance of the International Hotel, the driver gave Shen Qing the room card and asked her to go in by herself.

Shen Qing took it stiffly, she didn't even know how she got in, after entering, the front desk attendant looked at the room card in her hand, and brought her up.

She is alive, but her eyes seem to be blind, her feet are stepping on the darkness, and her whole body seems to be swallowed by something.

The attitude of the waiter was quite respectful. Although Shen Qing stepped into the actor industry temporarily, he had also learned to praise with his eyes, and he did not miss the contempt flashing in the waiter's eyes.

With that look in her eyes, it's not hard to guess what kind of person she thinks of her.

But it's the same, she is a substitute, a commodity, a prey that comes to her door, and she sells herself with her body.

Not to mention that she looked down on herself, Shen Qing herself even looked down on herself.

Holding the room card and pushing the door in, it was the first time for her to enter such a high-end hotel, she looked awkward, as abrupt as a mouse, and like a drop of oil splashed on her white shirt.

There was incense in the room, which smelled very nice, similar to the smell of jasmine. After entering, Shen Qing didn't know where to sit, so he just sat on the sofa, didn't look at the computer, and just stared at the neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The room is soundproof, so you can't hear the outside sound inside.

After waiting for nearly four or ten minutes, there was a slight movement at the door. Shen Qing was sitting on pins and needles, her back was numb. She turned her head to look over, and opened the door... Pushing in from the outside, a figure appeared in front of her eyes.