The 99th Divorce

How can, how can ...

How can a person so proud of Li Sicheng be treated as that kind of creature?

This is even more uncomfortable than killing him!

Su Qianci was sitting on the sofa, covering her mouth, tears could not help but condensed, his eyes blurred.

No, it's impossible!

If this is the case, how can Li Sicheng accept, how can he accept!

She knows him, she knows him too well.

But in the same way, Tang Mengying, who is very good at him, knows Li Sicheng very well.

She knew what approach would make him the most uncomfortable and the most painful ...

Just imagining, Su Qianci felt that he could not survive it.

She wants to see him, she wants to see him!

The tears dribbled down uncontrollably. Su Qianci felt like she had a big hand, holding her heart tightly, and was hard to breathe.

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The dark basement was a little damp.

Indistinctly, there is an unspeakable dark breath, breathing through the air and breathing through people's hearts.

The surroundings are very dark, but the basement, where there is no sunlight all year round, can't tell whether it is day or night.

He couldn't reach his fingers, and it was as dark as ink.

In the darkness, with a breath like a beast, rapid, crazy and painful.

Sharp high heels knocked the ground, and soon formed a brisk rhythm, came in.

Tang Mengying hummed in a minor key, obviously in a very good mood.

When the doorkeeper Jingsao saw her coming, she automatically took out the key, opened a layer of iron door, then opened a layer of wooden door, and then opened the door of a layer of iron railing, Tang Mengying was able to enter.

Carrying a bag and a wonderful figure, Tang Mengying turned on the lights for a long time as soon as he came in.

The basement is separated by a solid iron cage, which is a space of less than five square meters, and a toilet with toiletries.

A simple plug-in water heater, in addition to a toilet, a mirror, a towel cup toothbrush razor.

And just outside the toilet, there is a single bed, which is very clean and simple.

There is only one pillow, one quilt, one person.

The rest, nothing.

A man lay on it, curled up into a ball, holding his knees, sweat all over his body, his head, his temples, and his neck, all the blue muscles that burst from pain, the whole person suffocated into red, painful and pale .

Due to the absence of sunlight all year round, the original healthy wheat-colored skin has now turned pale.

From white to transparent, from white to translucent, you can clearly see the blood vessels under the skin, beautiful and delicate to the ugly.

Li Sicheng hugged his body, gasping heavily, pumping all over, seeing her coming in, his hand reaching out from the iron cage, incoherently, shouting: "Give ... me, Tang ..."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..." Tang Mengying took his hand, pulled him, and touched his chest, "Here, you want, I give you everything, do you want, tell me, think, Still don't want to. "

Li Sicheng's hand was very powerful, but when she touched her tender palm, she still pulled her hand back.

"Give me ... medicine ..."

"What did you say? I didn't hear it, louder!" Tang Mengying smiled deliberately, turned to look at Jingsao, "Open the door, I'll go in and wait for him."

Jingsao heard, without any expression, after taking out the big key in her hand, she opened the iron door.