548. I hate her. I can't wait for her to die right now

However, Gu Yanqing's expression was still as cold as ever. He did not seem to be moved at all.

He only said coldly, "you really disappoint me. Wanjing, how can a person be so cruel to this extent? Back then, Lu Huanzi's suicide was also your doing, right? "

When Gu Yanqing brought this up, Gu wanjing did not reveal the slightest bit of surprise.

Instead, she said indifferently, "she was already tired of living. I was only helping her. "

Gu Yanqing did not say anything.

Gu Wanjing smiled and said, "but she didn't die either. I heard that she's doing quite well now. "

Gu Yanqing said, "Wanjing, you've done so many evil things. Don't you feel the slightest bit of guilt? You're a lawyer. You learn right and wrong. How did you end up like this? "

Gu Wanjing chuckled.

She even felt that she was a little tired after standing for so long.

She took two steps in the narrow corridor before turning to Gu Yanqing and saying, "third brother, you say that I'm cruel, but don't you know that you're a hundred times more cruel to me than I am? "

Gu Wanjing took a step forward She wanted so badly to grab Gu Yanqing's collar, "third brother, I've loved you so much for twenty-five years. I've loved you for twenty-five years. All my youth, all my energy, all my thoughts, every minute, every second. Every drop of blood and every cell in my body is engraved with your name. Every day, every grain, every moment, every second, every breath. In my head, in my heart, it's all about you. Third Brother, I've loved you so much. How have you treated me? "

Gu Yanqing said, "you're too stubborn. "

Gu Wanjing smiled as she took two steps back There was a hint of despair in her voice, "stubborn? Yes, I'm too stubborn. It's not that I don't want to give up. I live in hell every day. I want to live a good life and bask my rotten heart in the sun, but I can't do it. What should I do "third brother, we grew up together. We've lived together for so many years. How can I not be compared to Song Beibei? I think about this question day and night, but I can't figure it out. I'm also unwilling. I hate her because before she appeared, I was the only woman who could enter your heart. After she appeared, everything changed. The two of us were originally a match made in heaven. She destroyed us. I hate her. I can't wait for her to die now. If she dies, you can return to my side. We'll still be the same as before. I'm the only one in your world. "

Gu Wanjing's current appearance was very scary.

Word by word, she was as stubborn as a devil.

Song Beibei stood on top and watched everything.

She could not help but think of Zhao Dantong again.

Zhao Dantong was just like Gu Wanjing. She had a kind of almost pathological paranoia towards Gu Yanqing.

But now, it seemed that Zhao Dantong was nothing compared to Gu Wanjing.

Zhao Dantong's obsession could not be concealed. She could not wait to achieve it.

Sometimes, when Song Beibei looked at her, she felt that Zhao Dantong was about to go crazy.

However, Gu Wanjing usually looked like a normal person.

If it weren't for today, Song Beibei would have already left. She had already turned over a new leaf.

However, in reality, in her heart, under that layer of seemingly normal mask, Gu Wanjing was like rotten moss.

In the dark corner, it was all over the ground.

She was much scarier than Zhao Dantong.

Twenty-five years.

Song Beibei couldn't imagine what kind of seed would grow out of the twenty-five years of obsession buried in her heart.

She was afraid that she had already gone crazy in her heart.

Otherwise, why would she do so many heinous things without being touched in the slightest.

And at this very moment, in this narrow corridor.

When there was only Gu Wanjing and Gu Yanqing.

Gu Wanjing seemed to have just shed all of her pretense.

She returned to her original ferocious appearance.

Gu wanjing suddenly changed her expression, with a pleading and begging expression However, it was also as if she was fighting with her life on the line at the end. "third brother, I know I'm wrong. I know I'm very cruel, but I did all of this to love you. Third Brother, I'm about to die. I have terminal breast cancer. Third Brother, I don't have any requests. Three months. Can you accompany me for three months? "

Gu Yanqing pushed her again.

This time, Gu Wanjing seemed to have lost her balance and fell to the ground.

She laughed as she fell to the ground.

Tears gradually appeared on her face.

She said sadly, "I know you don't want to believe me, and I know you hate me right now. You hate me for tampering with Song Beibei's child. Indeed, that was my final plan. I just want to give it a try. I'm not willing to give up. I still feel that if it weren't for Song Beibei, you would be with me. We still have a lot of time, a lifetime of time. I can raise your children. I can accept three children. Perhaps in the future, we can have a child of our own. These days, I've been sketching out a beautiful blueprint for our future. "

It was rare for Gu Wanjing to use a self-deprecating tone, "but on the next day, a medical accident happened at Pu Ren Hospital. However, Song Beibei was not among the victims. Actually, at that time, I already knew that I was done for. What did I do wrong? I knew that you must have discovered something, so I hid in harbor city. I didn't dare to see you either. Seven days had passed, but you didn't look for me, third brother. This doesn't seem like your personality. I was wondering if you didn't realize it. "

Gu Yanqing said coldly: "You still do not feel that you are wrong, you have never really regretted. "

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