For the first time, Fu Qing had a strange idea about Jiang Wanxin.

This feeling should be called distressed.

He distressed Jiang Wanxin.

He did not want to see such Jiang Wanxin.

He was afraid to see such Jiang Wanxin.

He needs her to be normal.

Even if she cries, she makes trouble, she hates …

At least that’s what normal people should be.

Such Jiang Wanxin made Fu Qing unable to start his guilt.

He didn’t like this deep feeling of sin.

Fu Qing is selfish.

Selfishly thinking that when Jiang Wanxin came out, the high one asked her to take the money away and repay the guilt of the past few years.

But now.

Just because there is money, Jiang Wanxin could not be killed.

If Ruojiang Wanxin continued to stay with her, it would be torture him all day long.

Such Jiang Wanxin, like a dagger, scraped his guilt.

Scratch his heart.

Scratch his “conscience” uneasy.

He can’t stand it.

Only three days later, he could no longer bear Jiang Wanxin’s lingering of his nerves under his eyelids.

Go to its guilt, go to its distressed.

He only knew that he now, at this moment, he must get rid of Jiang Wanxin.

He pursed his lips and froze his face, determined.

Raise the coat on the sofa.

Quickly decisively wear it.

Jiang Wanxin dragged the ground into the car.

He never drove the car so fast.

He was relieved when he saw the street lamp in the lunatic asylum.

The smiling doctor told him that the security facilities here would never let her run out, and he was completely relieved.

He paid a lot of money at once.

He even planned to let people come over tomorrow to build a house for Jiang Wanxin alone.

Let her calmly ‘old death’ in it.

Never come out again to disturb his peaceful life.

Jiang Wanxin was sitting in a chair, his eyes fixed on the photo in his hand … motionless.

Fu Qing squatted slowly, “Wan Xin, there is the best medical team here, they will cure you, what do you want, although tell the doctor, I will regularly make money, in the future … we will not see you again Now. “

Jiang Wanxin was unheard of.

Fu Qing frowned, irritated, her hands hard, and pinched her wrist, “Jiang Wanxin, look at me, we’re clear …! Do you understand?”

Jiang Wanxin raised his eyes for the first time, staring at Fu Qing with dark eyes.

His dark pupils made him stunned.

He turned around decisively and left.

In the rearview mirror, Jiang Wanxin lies on the glass window with his hands, like an abandoned puppy.

That night he had a dream.

Meng Li Jiang Wanxin lay on his back, his face horrified and strange, crying and said, “Fu Qing, your ruthless heart.”

He suddenly awakened from his dream.

Sweaty, the clothes stuck to his back sticky.

He looked at his watch at 1:30 in the morning.

He anxiously broke the phone to the ground.

When Jiang Luli appeared in the lunatic asylum, it was already midnight.

When she swiped the electronic card and looked in from the glass door of the ward, Jiang Wanxin was sitting on the bed, looking up at the night outside the window above her head.

She still wore that annoying warm sweater.

Jiang Lu was troubled.

She hates seeing everything in the past.

Telephone connection, “You really want to do this, but that’s your sister.”

Jiang Lu thought, Jiang Wanxin had been her sister for many years, but was she her sister?

No sister can hurt her own sister.

She and Jiang Wanxin were not blood relatives.

It is said to send the Buddha to the west.

She should send Wan Xin to hell completely.

The appearance of Jiang Wanxin awakened the dark history of the past.

She did not allow Jiang Wanxin to come again to change her destiny.

Jiang Wanxin will never be allowed to appear in Fu Qing’s world again.

She thought that Fu Qing should mean the same thing.

Well, it must be.

She always knows Fu Qing best.

The morning sunlight directly illuminates Fu Qing who sits in a chair under the floor-to-ceiling windows and has not slept all night.

He was pale.

In his hand, Jiang Wanxin’s situation in the prison in recent years was pinched.

She was grabbed by her hair and her face was covered with blood.

She was stuck in her throat and swallowed rice.

She was beaten, crouched and trembling.

Directly hit Fu Qingxin mouth.

If the catfish is in the throat, lingering.

Jiang Lu walked calmly and pushed open the door of the office.

Slowly walked into Fu Qing’s side, gently took Fu Qing’s head into his arms,

“Don’t be afraid … there was a fire in the lunatic asylum last night, and I assure you that it burned everyone.”