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The force of the big hand on the shoulder became stronger and stronger, gradually pulling on the gunshot wound.

Song Weiyu seemed not to feel any pain and continued to watch the man in the video go from passive hypnosis to active medication.

Every bit of pain on Fu Haitang's face was like needles piercing her skin. The video was very long, and she felt so painful even breathing.

Then, she thought, why did Han Guanshan have the psychologist’s USB flash drive?

Why……

She watched the video, and a bitter smile slowly formed on her sickly pale face as she suddenly realized something.

Smiling, he suddenly talked to himself.

"For so many years, in my eyes, Fu Haitang has always been invincible. No matter how complicated the plan is, or how difficult the problem is, he can solve it easily."

"I've never seen him like this."

"The reason why you were able to drug him was not because of your cleverness, but because he knew it was a trap, but he was willing to fall into it."

She stared at the man in the video who was drenched in sweat.

There was not a trace of disdain in his eyes, but instead it was full of love and heartache.

Song Weiyu couldn't understand why someone as smart and vigilant as Fu Haitang could be murdered by such a crude method as drugging.

At this moment, all the doubts in her heart were resolved.

It turned out that when he was treating depression, his willpower was at its weakest.

His depression was caused by her.

He was murdered because of her.

Later, he willingly fell into this clumsy trap, all because of her.

A familiar tingling sensation came from my heart, becoming more intense than ever with each heavier breathing.

Song Weiyu covered his heart, lowered his head and curled up, then laughed without warning, "Haha, this idiot, he suffered so much for so many years, and was hurt so badly, but he didn't even say a word."

"And he pretends to be calm and domineering every day..."

Han Guanshan loosened his hand that had been pressing on her shoulder.

Song Weiyu endured the throbbing pain in his chest, stood up and turned to the man behind him.

"I don't want the antidote, I want the regret medicine, do you have any?"

Han Guanshan looked at her crying and laughing at the same time, and the jealousy in his eyes became even more raging.

Why, even though Fu Haitang is in such a miserable and unbearable situation, is she still willing to run for him?

“Turn off the TV.”

Han Guanshan spoke to Zhou Qingye with anger hidden in his voice.

The TV screen went black and the room suddenly became quiet.

Song Weiyu stretched out the hand with a missing finger and held it in front of him, "Is there any regret medicine?"

In Han Guanshan's bloodthirsty and dark eyes, he could see her white hospital gown and her thin and delicate face.

Their eyes were deeply intertwined, filled with the affection and hatred of childhood sweethearts.

It is even more difficult to express the deep love that has gone bad. "Regret? It's too late. Just watch him fall from the high platform and be smashed to pieces."

Song Weiyu clenched his broken hand, his fingers connected to his heart, and he was heartbroken.

Blood gushed out from the broken surface again, staining the gauze and the man's eyes.

She asked hoarsely, "What else are you going to do to him? You've already drugged him! You've already tied me up, what else are you going to do!"

"Baby, you haven't answered my question yet. Maybe I should ask it another way. You rushed out to block the bullet for him, right?"

"..."

Song Weiyu knew that if he told the answer, the last bit of affection between them would be gone.

Perhaps it was to get revenge on him, deliberately stabbing a knife into his heart, she raised her chin slightly and said calmly: "Yes."

After listening to this, Han Guanshan reached out and rake his hair back, gritted his teeth, and tightened his jaw.

Afterwards, the man's strong gaze was fixed on her stubborn face, trying to see if there was still a trace of softness in her heart for him under her heartless appearance.

There is no mercy, only disgust.

"good very good."

He nodded and gave a silly smile, "I was wondering why you suddenly rushed out to protect me without caring about your own life. It turns out you were afraid that if I died, there would be no hope for him."

The woman continued to stab him in the heart, "Of course. Your life is worthless, and you should have died twenty years ago. But our Fu Haitang's life is valuable. He has a career, a family, children, and me."

"What about you, Han Guanshan? What do you have? No one in this world cares whether you live or die, but don't take him with you when you go to hell!"

After she finished speaking, Han Guanshan pursed his lips and smiled.

A suppressed laugh escaped from his throat, and he squinted his eyes and looked out the window at the warm afternoon sun.

Is there sunshine in hell?

I don’t know, you’ll find out if you go and see for yourself.

"Let's see who goes to hell first." Han Guanshan turned his head to look at Zhou Qingye and raised his eyebrows.

Zhou Qingye waited for his orders with a tense expression. He knew that Han Guanshan was brewing dangerous emotions.

"Send the USB drive to the Beijing media, so that everyone can see how our high and mighty Chairman Fu is suffering from severe depression and is living a life worse than death."

He lowered his back and moved closer to Song Weiyu, looking upwards and smiling with malicious intent.

"And how did you become addicted?"