Two days later, it rained slightly.

After Yan Xiaoling got off work, she went home to change into a beautiful set of clothes.

Song Zhifeng was lying on the bed and groaned in pain.

"Xiaoling... make me some food." Song Xiaofeng said weakly.

"I have a social engagement in the evening, so I'll leave right away!" Yan Xiaoling sorted out her makeup in front of the mirror, untied her head rope, shook her head, and spread her hair like a waterfall.

Yan Xiaoling's beauty suddenly reached a higher level.

"You can cook bread noodles for me!" Song Zhifeng was so painful that his forehead was covered with sweat.

Yan Xiaoling put down her lipstick and turned to look at him.

"Song Zhifeng, you are dying, and I am about to be free. Just pretend that I will have a vacation in advance?" Yan Xiaoling put on a small bag and smiled coldly, "I won't come back tonight, so don't leave a door for me."

"Bang!"

The door is closed.

Song Zhifeng's face turned pale and forced himself to walk to the window and looked out.

Yan Xiaoling was wearing famous brand high heels and trotted towards the entrance of the community.

Hair flutters behind the head.

It seems that she is very happy and hopes...

Song Zhifeng can be regarded as understanding what it means... There is no greater sorrow than death in the heart.

He remembered the process of chatting with Wang Hui.

The man who came to encourage him to deal with Li Tian also revealed the grudge between him and Li Tian.

Like Song Zhifeng, Wang Hui put all his thoughts on his wife.

The results obtained are the same.

Ruthless betrayal.

Wang Hui's wife has already jumped off the building and committed suicide.

And his wife Yan Xiaoling was still jumping into the fire pit.

After so many years of love, at the last moment of life, I have to endure the endless pain brought by betrayal.

Song Zhifeng's liver pain, heartache, and pain all over his body.

"Since that's the case... then start!"

Song Zhifeng dragged out a small leather bag from under the bed.

Take out a syringe and inhale a small bottle of medicine.

Song Zhifeng gave himself an intramuscular injection.

That was a dizosin.

The valid period is about five hours.

Enough to get him done a lot.

Song Zhifeng waited for a while, and after the pain slightly reduced, he straightened his waist and walked into the kitchen.

Muran had to cook a pack of instant noodles for himself, add two sealed braised eggs, and half a bacon ham.

After eating half a bowl, Song Zhifeng's appetite began to tumble.

I can't eat it anyway.

In the late stage, you can still eat half a bowl.

It's not easy.

Generally, at this time, you can only rely on the life-suspending needle.

Song Zhifeng will remain

pour the noodles into the trash can.

Wash the dishes and chopsticks.

Tie the garbage bag and place it at the door.

He returned to the bedroom and turned on the computer.

Light a cigarette.

Start playing the wedding video stored in the last drive letter.

The expression is dull.

Seven years, exhausted all love.

Exhausted, all the wealth.

Exhausted, the last touch of warmth.

The smoke is burning.

Song Zhifeng formatted the last drive letter.

I stood up, found the small leather bag under the bed again, took a stimulant from it, and poured it into my body.

Sitting quietly in the living room, waiting for the medicine to appear.

Finally, my body had a strength.

The long-lost power.

Song Zhifeng carried his small leather bag on his shoulder, walked into the bathroom, and finally tidied up his appearance in front of the mirror.

Then, I had to go out the door.

...

In a mid-range western restaurant.

Li Tian and Yan Xiaoling met.

It sticks together immediately.

Yan Xiaoling wished she could sit on Li Tian's lap and eat.

If there weren't many people around her, she would have done that.

Steak, Li Tian cut it open and feed her.

She held the red wine in her mouth and fed it to Li Tian when others were not paying attention.

Li Tian, ​​very comfortable.

He touched Yan Xiaoling's chin: "Have you told your devil husband? I won't go back tonight!"

"I said it!" Yan Xiaoling rolled her eyes, "He should know."

"If you know, you know!" Li Tian didn't care. "There is not much time, and it's hard to breathe. If you know, you know!"

"By the way, I booked a room in the hotel opposite!" Li Tian said with a lewd smile.

Yan Xiaoling's eyes were flowing, and she said to Li Tian's intimate voice: "Then tonight, I'm on it!"

Opposite the Western Restaurant, under the tree.

In the shadow.

Song Zhifeng looked at the seat by the window, smiling at Yanyan's flirting wife and adulterer Li Tian.

Subconsciously weighed his own bag.

Song Zhifeng calmed down again.

He has been waiting.

...

The rice is finished.

Li Tian hugged Yan Xiaoling and walked out of the Western Restaurant.

Walk towards your Audi.

The hotel is just across the street, so you have to park your car.

Get into the car and fasten your seat belt.

Li Tian just started the car.

The rear door suddenly opened and a man sat in.

Wearing a baseball cap, the brim of the cap was pressed very low.

Of course it is Song Zhifeng.
To be continued...