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But Tang Shi didn’t die, she survived tenaciously. She was like Xiaoqiang who could not be beaten. She lived so hard, but Bo Ye, every time she stomped her back hard, wishing to smash her spine. .

What now? Everything went as he wished, and one of the ribs of Tang poetry was broken, and it was the one closest to the heart.

Her bones weren't that hard, and they were so hard that they could bear all grievances and pains. It turned out that she was also so fragile, so fragile that she bleeds with the slightest touch, and

Bo Ye didn't speak, and she fell into deathly silence.

Jiang Ling said, "Sit by her bed these days and talk, Bo Ye, Tang Shi's ears can still be heard."

Bo Ye suddenly raised her head, seemingly electrocuted, "Can I go back?"

"You should go back now?" What you do is to compensate her as much as you can." Jiang Ling snorted, "But it seems that Tang poetry is not rare for your compensation."

Yes, she said before she fell into a coma, she wanted him to owe her, it is best to owe her for life. Nailed to the cross.

When Tang Shi blocked the two swords for him, did he have such an idea?

Bo Ye's eyes are red, why is she so cruel! I would rather let myself bleed and hurt, and let him owe her! Isn't she afraid of death!

Looking at Bo Ye's expression, Jiang Ling suddenly felt that the man in front of him was very pitiful.

He was blinded by the so-called truth for so long that when he was uncovered a little bit later, he was fragile like a paper man, and he turned into dust when he touched it.

It turns out that the justice he has insisted on for so long is false.

It turns out that the person he has deeply hated over the past few years is not the one who should bear all this.

Those who are wronged are pitiful, and those who make mistakes are even more pitiful.

He committed a mistake that couldn't be reversed. In the end, he discovered that he was the one who was guilty.

Bo Ye’s back stiffly resembled a statue. Later, Jiang Ling said to his leaving figure, “Bo Ye, I have advised you many times, but you don’t listen.”

Bo Ye did not speak, closed his eyes, unexpectedly. Wept.

******

Tang Shi was in a coma for two weeks. Bo Ye sent someone to pick Tang Wei there. Tang Wei ran to the hospital directly after knowing that his mother had an accident and saw his mother lying pale on the hospital bed. He closed his eyes tightly, his body was full of various detection lines, and his fingers were also tucked into the beating-sensing machine. His eyes were red on the spot, and his eyes were bleeding with hatred when he saw Bo Ye sitting next to Tang Shi's bed.

Bo Ye stood up suddenly, trying to speak, but heard Tang Wei crying, "What do you want?!"

He was questioned by his biological son.

Bo Ye's heart seemed to have been stabbed, and then twisted so hard that he felt that his chest must be bloody.

Tang Wei cried and came to the hospital bed and pushed away those who were laid off. The babysitter was a little worried and yelled softly, "Little Master"

"Don't call me Little Master!"

Tang Wei wiped his tears and looked back viciously, "I It's not uncommon to be a young master, and I'm not your young master either! Go to your master, I don't need dogs like you yet!" At a

young age, I'm so skilled in verbal wounding.

Bo Ye’s heart ached, "Weiwei, I sent these people to take care of your life."

"Take care?" Tang Wei raised her head and met Bo Ye’s eyes, looking at each other with one big and one small face. They were obviously close relatives. But turned his face as an enemy.