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Chapter 403 Let me be selfish again in this life, okay?

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    Xu Youran's face was full of tears, and she begged the other party. She had been defiled by others, she couldn't bear it anymore, and she didn't want to be defiled by such a group of beggars again!

    But no one in that group wanted to save her, and no one was willing to let her go!

    The man named Boss watched this scene, but went to prepare a screen recording and a video recorder. He watched Xu Youran's performance and said indifferently, "You can have fun by yourselves. I'll go outside and smoke a cigarette."  You can play whatever you want, but people can¡¯t die, do you understand?¡±

    "It's the boss!"

    Everyone said in unison, and then respectfully sent the man off.

    Xu Youran looked at the people gathered around her and shook her head desperately. After a while, there were hands on her body, and her whole body collapsed emotionally¡ª¡ª

    ¡°Ah¡ª¡ª¡± Her miserable scream instantly resounded throughout the room.

    This is the most terrifying thing that Xu Youran has ever experienced in her life, and it is also a nightmare that she will never forget in her life!

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    The night is as cold as water.

    Huo Tingxiao stayed in Phoenix Bay for a long time. It wasn't until night that he got up and planned to go to Shen Qingqing's cemetery. By the way, he was wondering whether to build a tombstone for A Yan, but then he thought about it.  Maybe Shen Qingqing would never allow him to do this!

    So he drove directly to Shen Qingqing¡¯s cemetery alone.

    Because it was night, there was a cool breeze blowing across the entire cemetery.

    He walked towards Shen Qingqing¡¯s grave, but for him, every step he took felt extremely heavy.

    In front of the black tombstone, Huo Tingxiao looked at Shen Qingqing with a ponytail on it. This was a photo of her when she was a student. He didn't expect that Lu Hanchuan would keep it.

    He placed an arm full of white camellias in front of the tombstone, and gently stroked Shen Qingqing's face with his long, clean fingertips, which were trembling uncontrollably.

    Qingqing, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I missed Ayan!

    He had never had time to hold Ayan in his arms, or even see him once in his life, and he was already gone.

    "Qingqing, if people really have an afterlife, will Ayan still be willing to be my son?" Huo Tingxiao's voice was hoarse.

    As soon as he asked the question, he shook his head, "No, Ayan will definitely not be willing to be my son again! What's the good of being my son? If it weren't for me, Ayan wouldn't have died early!"

    Huo Tingxiao shook his head sadly and did not dare to continue. He just said in a difficult tone, "Qingqing, you are right. I can't compare to Ayan. He is really a thousand times better than me. Ten thousand times better."  Times!"

    But his voice was trembling slightly.

    However, what he answered was only the howling wind in the mountains and the cold moonlight.

    Huo Tingxiao's side face was gently pressed against the cold stone tablet. It seemed that this was the only way to get close to Shen Qingqing.

    ?????????????????? If he had believed in Shen Qingqing at all, they would not have reached the point where they are today, then Huo Tingxiao would also have a wife and a son, and the family of three would live together happily.

    It¡¯s a pity that now he has nothing.

    Huo Tingxiao just leaned against the tombstone quietly, his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, his dark eyes blurred, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

    After what seemed like a long time, he said again, "Qingqing, I know that if there is an afterlife and you don't want to see me again, then let me be selfish again in this life, okay?"

    With that said, Huo Tingxiao took out a knife from his pocket, and then carved a few words on Shen Qingqing's tombstone word by word: Huo Tingxiao, husband of the person who set up the monument: Huo Tingxiao!

    There is a row of small words below, you are my gift, I am your disaster!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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