poppy love

Although Lu Han and Meng Su are obliged to stand in the center of the public opinion storm.

But Xincong still faces the danger of being blocked.

At this moment, Wen Qing experienced despair.

He used to naively thought that if he survived the last time, he would have experience, and when the next test came again, he would be able to deal with it.

But he overestimated his abilities too much.

He also overestimated the tolerance of this society for coming out.

Things that violate social morality are still unacceptable to many people.

But why?

He just fell in love with someone, and this person happened to be Xin Cong.

But God doesn't seem to want them to have an easy time.

The levels ahead are getting harder and harder.

Looking at Meng Su who was once again caught in a storm of public opinion in order to defend him.

Wen Qing felt extremely guilty.

None of them are wrong.

They should not suffer such insults.

And Xin Cong, the person he loves is not wrong.

He's going to have a great future, and if this hadn't happened, he would have been an A-list actor.

But now he has ruined it all.

And their unreleased movies.

This is their dream, and now he has ruined it.

Without him, perhaps none of this would have happened.

He shouldn't be alive in this world.

Xincong, I'm sorry, I can't accompany you to the end of life, my life ends here.

Wen Qing tremblingly climbed up to the balcony on the top floor.

The height of the 32nd floor is enough for him to overlook the whole land.

If he was gone, Father would be better, and Xincong would be the same as before.

Let him take away all the darkness in front of him!

The phone in my pocket rang.

"Xin Cong, have you finished work yet?" He asked gently after connecting.

"Well, not only is work over, but I'm also on vacation. Wherever you want to travel, we can travel there. I'll come and find you now."

"I want to go to an uninhabited island with you. It's just the two of us. We hunt together during the day, and we build tents to keep warm at night. We live like primitive savages, and no one will disturb us." Wen Qing said softly.

"Okay, I'll take you there." Xin Cong nodded to the air, "I want to buy an island in your name, and that is our kingdom, okay?"

"Well! Just say yes."

"I'm almost at your house, let's go back and talk."

After the call was over, Xincong turned and drove for a certain distance before driving into a certain residential area.

At this time, there was a group of people around for some reason.

He didn't want to join in the fun, but somehow at that moment, he got out of the car and squeezed into the crowd.

The voices in the crowd were panicked, and Xin Cong struggled to squeeze in after hearing and seeing each other.

He was still holding the phone in his hand, and the floor tiles were stained red with blood.

At that moment the soul left his body.

Xin Cong's legs went limp, and he knelt down on the ground.

He just looked at the person lying on the ground quietly like that, motionless, as if petrified.

I want to go to a deserted island with you.

During the day we hunted together, and at night we built tents to keep warm.

The words were still ringing in their ears, one second they were still drawing a blueprint for the future journey, and the next second he fell into a pool of blood and never woke up again.

When Meng Su rushed to the hospital, he saw Xin Cong sitting on the corridor like a stone, with Lu Han silently comforting him.

She saw the words mortuary written on the horizontal plaque.

The whole body is like falling into an ice cellar.

It's impossible, it's not true.

She recited these words silently, until she saw Wen Qing lying in the bed, all her persistence became fragmented for a moment.

"How can you die! You forgot that you once said that you have already carried it once, and you already have experience. If this kind of public opinion incident happens again, you can carry it through, can't you? How can you die? You How can you be so dishonest, don't die, Wen Qing, I beg you, don't die, I only have you as a friend, how can you leave me and leave, who do I want to tell in the future, with whom? Who said that!"

"Xiao Su, he has already left."

Lu Han hugged her stiff shoulders, "Just let him go at ease."

"I don't want, I don't want him to leave, he is such a kind, such a good person, how could he just leave like this, it's too unfair, too unfair." Meng Su beat Lu Han's chest.

Luhan left the cold mortuary holding her crying, at this moment he could not say any comforting words, after all, the person who left was their best friend, if time could be turned back, he would never let this happen occur.

Meng Su looked at Xincong, who was in pain on the ground, and saw that his eyes were dull, without a tear, but his eyes were wide open.

She remembered something and turned to leave.

Lu Han looked at her back, didn't chase after her, but clenched his fists.

A large group of news media who heard the news had already gathered outside the hospital gate.

They were stopped outside by the guards, and when they saw Meng Su coming out, they hurriedly stretched their arms to get some information.

"He's lying in the morgue. Do you want to go in and interview him?" Meng Su stared at the group of people expressionlessly. "The man has already left. What else do you want to report? Is this the truth, goodness and beauty you preach? You!" As soon as Su's fingertip slid across, those people couldn't help but lower their heads, not daring to look directly into her eyes, "You are all executioners."

"I'm leaving now, do you want to follow?" As soon as she finished speaking, the group of people retreated.

Meng Su rode on her heavy locomotive, stepped on the oil tanker, and left in a hurry.

She galloped in a certain direction at a hurricane speed.

Kicking open the broken iron door with long legs, she stepped into the room with the helmet in her arms, turning a blind eye to the five or six men inside, and asked directly, "Where is he?"

The bald man froze for a moment, and was about to taunt a few words, but Meng Su threw his helmet at him, almost bumping his nose, "Who's there!"

"In the back room." The younger brothers froze for a moment, and quickly responded.

I saw Meng Su directly picked up a chair, kicked open the thin door, and sure enough there was a man sucking fans inside.

Without saying a word, she raised her chair and beat hard.

Everyone was frightened, and no one dared to move for a while.

It wasn't until he was almost out of breath that everyone thought of stopping him.

"Without you, everything wouldn't be the way it is today. It's all your fault, it's all you, it's all you. What's the use of you living? I'll kill you today, I'll kill you." The chair was broken, and she picked up another one. It didn't look like she was joking, it seemed that she was really going to beat this big brother to death.

"Are you crazy?"

The bald man motioned for his brothers to stop her.

"Let go of me, you murderers." Meng Su went crazy and smashed things desperately. "Ah..." Finally, she lost her strength and let out a stern roar, "Wen Qing died because you forced him to die. You put I have also become an executioner, and you are all murderers, including me." She patted her chest hard.Those people were frightened by her ferocious side for a moment, and they dared not speak.

"From now on, I won't care whether he lives or dies. If you want to destroy me, then please do as you please, but if something happens to me, I will never make it easy for you."

Wen Qing's death made her risk everything.

What kind of family affection is all moral shackles tied to people.

She had already paid off what she owed to that person.

The author has something to say: the end of the holiday is coming, the reason why I update it now is to let everyone have a happy National Day holiday without sadness.

Because in the future,,,,, the direction of the story will become more and more annoying