The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting

After the girl went back, she was ready to give birth, but the president became more cold to the girl because of the death of the painter that the secretary said.

Soon, the girl gave birth to a little boy. The anger in the president ’s heart seemed to disappear because of the birth of the child. Every day after coming home from work, he would hold the child for the first time, but it seemed that he was afraid that the girl would still hate him, so Dare to approach, but do not know, every time the girl looks at him and hugs the child, she smiles tenderly.

Seeing their relationship slowly approaching, the secretary could no longer sit still. Finally, on the day of the president's business trip, he pretended to be sick and did not leave with the president, but went to the president's house alone after the president left.

The child had just fallen asleep, and the girl saw her coming, but she also thought that maybe she should talk about it once, so the girl and the secretary went to the balcony, and the stage suddenly darkened, but they did not make any noise.

After a while, the lights turned on again, but what appeared to them was the girl lying on top of the cherry blossoms, the sky and the cherry blossoms falling down, the girl's mouth with a trace of blood, but her eyes closed forever.

Also, the disappeared secretary.

The drama came to an end. There was no voice except Chu Anxi's snore.

The actor quickly stood under the direction of the director. Outside, there were people in Chuyi Wing, guarding the entire theater hall, and would not let anyone in or let any news go out.

At that time, no one knew what Zhao Qiu and Chu An had said.

Just because Chu An is gentle in nature and does not like to talk, when Zhao Qiu led her death to depression, even her mother had no doubt.

"Hahahaha--"

Mo Lu's laughter, accompanied by a trembling sound, suddenly sounded. He got up and looked at the people behind him, his grandmother, his uncle, his aunt, his father, every one of his relatives, every One was the one he hated. The only one he admired most was the one who killed his mother.

"A good show, a big show, a good one, a deliberate secretary, a good one, a dedicated stepmother—" Every word of him seemed to be crying out of blood, and the sad voice drifted in the small theater hall for a long time .

"It was you who killed my sister, it was you who killed my sister—" Chu Anxi suddenly saw that she had become a different person, and flung fiercely at Zhao Qiu, grabbed her hair and forced it on her. Palm on his face.

The stunned Zhao Qiu finally came back to this moment, and shook Chu Anxi vigorously: "What are you talking about? This is all nonsense, what is the evidence, what about the evidence? Do you have any evidence?"

Zhao Qiu shouted loudly, and the echo sounded sharply.

"I am the evidence--"

In the dark, the man's voice suddenly remembered, footsteps were getting closer and closer, slowly approaching them.

Zhao Qiu's feet softened slightly. The voice was strange to her, but she felt no stranger to it.

It was the man who she hadn't killed last night.

He really is alive!

Zhao Xia's death came from her mouth. If he was still alive, then everything could be called a lie.

Men in the dark, step by step appeared in their vision.

The man was carrying a worn-out painting bag on his shoulder, and his beard full of faces could not see his original appearance at all.

The man stood not far from Zhao Qiu, facing the crazy and sophistical woman: "Zhao Qiu, I haven't seen you in a long time. What a pity, I am still alive!"