After the divorce, he regretted his ex-husband too much

"But I haven't done a live broadcast, so I don't know what to say!"

"I'll help you write your lines, and you'll prepare your emotions and read it to you."

"That's fine. I'll see what you write first. If it's good, I'll use it. If it's not, I'll let it go. In short, I must cleanse my image!"

Song Wanrou quickly wrote a large piece of paper eloquently. Song Wanqing saw the words and cried blood, showing her grievance and pitiful lines, and nodded very satisfied.

"Although your strange skills are useless, your writing skills are still a bit good. If I can successfully clean up this time, I will credit you." Song Wanqing said to Song Wanrou in a generous tone like a queen. .

"I don't need any credit, as long as I can help my sister." Song Wanrou said softly.

Song Wanqing put on the make-up of a pitiful sickly beauty, sat at the desk, adjusted the best shot of the live broadcast, and then clicked on the live broadcast.

Although it was already twelve o'clock in the morning in the middle of the night, Song Wanqing registered an account with her real name, and Song Wanqing was a famous person on the hot search list today.

The system automatically pushed her live broadcast to those who watch the short video, and soon, a crowd of night owls entered the live broadcast room.

Song Wanqing burst into tears in front of the camera, and with her sickly beauty makeup, under the filter, she was even more pitiful than the fairies who went down to earth that day.

Soon, those who called her a murderer in the live broadcast room at the beginning turned back and said that she was wronged, gave her crazy gifts, and said they would stand by her side.

Song Wanqing saw that in just 10 minutes, tens of thousands of people watched her live broadcast, and all of them believed in her. She was even more determined that selling a miserable live broadcast could clear her reputation.

Selling miserably and selling even harder.

It's a pity that Song Wanrou finished reading the lines written for her, and she herself didn't know what more tragic lines to say, so she had to cry and choke to the point of convulsions to read the last line.

A line.

"Amo, I really love you. I really want to walk into the palace of marriage with you, give birth to many, many children, and grow old happily together."

"But I can't, I can't marry you with a filthy body, I would rather die by myself than lower your noble status, being able to know you, fall in love with you, and being loved by you for so many years is the happiest thing in my life .”

"My favorite, Ah Mo, in order not to drag you down, I will leave you forever. If there is an afterlife, we will continue our relationship as husband and wife. Ah Mo, goodbye!"

"Dear grandma, mom and dad, younger brothers and sisters, I'm sorry, I've smeared your faces. Only when I'm gone, will those people not expose you on the Internet."

"One last thing, Zhang Qianqian's death really really has nothing to do with me, I'm really really not a murderer!"

After Song Wanqing spoke the last sentence, she raised her wrist in front of the camera, and a small and bright knife appeared in front of the camera.

The barrage went crazy.

"Song Wanqing, we trust you, don't commit suicide and do stupid things."

"Song Wanqing, if you do this, it will only make the real murderer happy. Put down the knife quickly."

"Wanqing, my goddess, you are so beautiful and weak, how could you be a murderer, I believe in you, put down the knife!"

"..."

It's just that no matter how frantically the barrage in the live broadcast room swiped the screen, Song Wanqing never put down the knife in her hand.

The bright red blood slowly slid down the knife, Song Wanqing let everyone look at the bleeding wound, smiled sadly at everyone, and turned off the live broadcast.

"Ah, it hurts to death, stop the bleeding and bandage me, and send me to the hospital!" Song Wanqing looked at Song Wanrou while clutching the wound.

But seeing that there was no gauze belt in her hand, she looked at her with a very strange and terrifying smile.

"No need to bandage, never again!" Song Wanrou's sweet and harmless voice became gloomy and cold.

"You..." After that, Song Wanqing felt as if something had been drilled into her throat. It was so painful that she couldn't speak, but her body was weak, and she moved as if she had been fixed on the acupuncture point. no.

"Didn't you say that I'm useless and don't know different skills? Now my sister will let you see what different skills are?"

After Song Wanrou finished speaking with a strange smile, Song Wanqing could only see a dense cloud of bugs gathering in the air in an instant, flying to her bleeding wound.

Those little bugs sucked the blood from her wound, slowly grew bigger, and then exploded into a pool of blood on her body.

Song Wanqing could clearly feel the blood in her body draining rapidly. She was in pain as if she had been skinned by a cramp, but she could only watch those black worms sucking her own blood one after another.

Song Wanqing looked at Song Wanrou in horror, and silently begged her to show her weakness, and begged her to let her go...

"It's painful, isn't it? But the pain you've suffered for a while is the pain I had to endure every day before I learned the strange technique.

While you and Song Yuyuan were living the luxurious life of a pampered young lady and young master, I was tortured by poisonous insects at the bottom of a dark cave.

I lived for 18 years before I saw the sun for the first time, breathed the air outside the mountains for the first time, and saw beautiful flowers and plants for the first time.

At that time, I was thinking, it was born by the same parents, why I was asked to learn some nonsense magic when I was born, but you and Song Yuyuan lived happily and brilliantly, and there was such an outstanding and handsome man as a Your boyfriend, protect you like pearls and treasures?

You have lived happily for 27 years, which is long enough, now you can rest assured, I will enjoy the rest of your happy life for you.

Including your favorite man - Wen Shimo! "

After Song Wanrou finished speaking, Song Wanqing saw with her own eyes that the wound on Song Wanrou's face slapped by her slap was recovering as fast as she could see with her naked eyes.

In the shock of Song Wanqing, Song Wanrou picked up a glass of milk, walked to the door and opened it, threw the milk in her hand on the ground, with a terrified expression and a sad voice.

"Sister, sister, why are you so stupid and can't think about it?"

"Father, Mom, it's bad, the big thing is bad, my sister committed suicide..."

Her first impression was indeed correct, Song Wanrou, a slut, was indeed a tea fighter.

Song Wanrou, that little slut, really has something wrong with Wen Shimo.

She intentionally lured her to do this in order to kill her and stir up Wen Shimo's hatred towards Qiao Ran, so that she could take the opportunity to be by Wen Shimo's side who lost his beloved, and take the opportunity to rise to power.

Song Wanqing desperately wanted to open her eyes, try to speak hard, and expose Song Wanrou's true face, but the blood on her body was almost sucked dry.

When Xu Xueman rushed into the bedroom with a face full of horror, Song Wanqing reluctantly closed her narrowed eyes.

As soon as Xu Xueman rushed in, she saw Song Wanqing sitting on a chair with her eyes closed, her white skirt was stained red by dazzling blood, and there was a large area of ​​terrible blood on the white carpet.

Song Wanqing's face was as pale as paper, and she sat there motionless.

Xu Xueman only felt the rush of anger and blood, her legs went limp all of a sudden, and she fell to the ground with a plop, the blood on the ground stained her face.

"Wan Qing, my silly daughter, why are you so stupid, why are you so hard on yourself..."

Xu Xueman lay on the ground, holding Song Wanqing's hand, crying heartbreakingly.

Song Zhiyuan saw this scene, although he was very angry with Song Wanqing, but he was even more heartbroken for Song Wanqing's suicide.