"My Nuo Nuo is the kindest and most beautiful. I don''t want to see you again."

    Wen Ya finished, turned and got on the car without looking at Su Qianqian.

    "Gentle, you are ruthless and cold-blooded."

    "None of you is a good man."

    "Before there was no child, I was regarded as a baby. Now the child has come back and regarded me as grass."

    "You are all bad people."

    Su Qianqian kept yelling and shaking. He knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

    Why, why treat her like this.

    Elegant their car and go on.

    The cries of Su Qianqian''s heart and lungs were abandoned behind his head.

    Wen Ya closed her eyes, and two lines of clear tears slowly flowed down her cheeks.

    How can there be no feeling at all.

    But those feelings have been riddled with losses.

    Su Shihao didn''t speak. He just stretched out his hand, wrapped his elegant shoulder and patted it one after another.

    Late at night, the wind and snow swept everywhere, and there was no stopping trend.

    Wearing a thin skirt, Su Qianqian stumbled along as if he had no soul.

    Walking around, she turned into an alley.

    Su Qianqian suddenly paused.

    Now, she even lives in such a poor place.

    The roads are uneven, one high and one low.

    Garbage piled up everywhere. Even if it was covered with snow and stepped on it, it still stepped into the muddy pond, splashing black muddy water.

    The muddy water polluted the snow and smelled foul.

    Su Qianqian stood still, his eyes lax.

    At present, all this is not what she wants.

    Suddenly, in the silent snow, there was another sound of clicking.

    Su Qianqian turned back stiffly and looked at Li Xinghai standing behind in a black woolen coat.

    Su Qianqian, who was already numb, was filled with resentment in his eyes at this time. He wanted to go up and tear Li Xinghai.

    This is the man who misleads himself and uses himself.

    "Li Xinghai!"

    Su Qianqian clenched his teeth and shouted, eager to eat his flesh and blood.

    Li Xinghai was not moved. His thin lips were slightly hooked, revealing a smile. There was also some evil in his long and narrow eyes.

    He walked forward with long legs, his hands around his chest, and his smile was evil.

    "Li Xingshen has sneaked out. Su Qianqian, you are a cockroach living in the smelly ditch now."

    Li Xinghai said coldly, but the smile on his lips was more and more profound.

    Facing such Li Xinghai, Su Qianqian suddenly clicked in his heart.

    With a shake, Su Qianqian sat down on the ground.

    She trembled and looked at Li Xinghai''s eyes, full of fear.

    As Li Xinghai got closer and closer, Su Qianqian also pulled his hands on the ground, and his body kept shrinking back.

    "No, don''t come here.

    Li Xinghai sneered, gradually approached, bent down, lowered his head and lowered his eyes.

    "Are you familiar with the sentence of cockroaches living in the smelly ditch?"

    Li Xinghai smiled low. He saw Su Qianqian hanging his head and trembling.

    He held out his hand, pinched Su''s shallow chin and raised her head.

    "Familiar?"

    Li Xinghai asked again.

    Su Qianqian''s eyelashes trembled, and he didn''t dare to look at Li Xinghai.

    She suddenly thought of that day. Li Xinghai had just been brought back from the slum.