The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

at the same time.

In the studio, Fu Linghan was wearing a costume, and his expression in the camera began to look a little dazed.

It was like he had lost something important, his eyes were full of sadness.

In a hurry, he accidentally fell into the cold lake water.

If he hadn't been rescued in time, he might have run out of breath.

On the international stage, the most valuable competition in the dance world is being held, and countless people are cheering for the contestants from their countries in the auditorium.

In the center of the field, Gu Qianzhi raised his eyes in a certain direction as if he had a telepathy. He who always pursued perfection suddenly made a fatal mistake.

Kneel down on one knee.

He covered his heart with his right hand and spit out a pool of bright red blood.

Although "Yuchengdie" has been forcibly removed from the shelves, its official account still exists.

Netizens discovered that the crew, which had not updated for a long time, suddenly released a piece of unfortunate news on the first anniversary of the TV series' broadcast.

#松九#chuyi# The dead rest in peace and have a good journey. I believe that in another world, you will cling to the long sword and wield your sword skills on the top of the mountain with high spirits.

There was an outpouring of condolences online.

Netizens have speculated on the cause of his death. Some people said that he had a terminal illness that was difficult to treat, so he withdrew from treatment in advance, but he could not be rescued.

Some people also say that they committed suicide because they were exposed to Internet violence and were under great pressure. They couldn't bear it psychologically.

In short, there are different opinions, but no one knows the real cause of Song Jiu's death.

On the day of the engagement, the Fu family hosted a banquet with many business partners to celebrate the marriage of the Fu and Yang families.

But when it came time to speak, the hero of the party was missing.

The weather in Kyoto was wet and cold, with light rain lingering for several days in a row. The pattering rain wet the tombstones and slipped along the smooth surface.

The photo of the boy on the tombstone is blurred.

Fresh white tulips were placed next to the base, filling the air with a sense of tranquil death.

The man stood there with a bouquet of red roses in his hand. He didn't hold an umbrella. Cold rain fell on his handsome face. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

Eyelashes with water droplets drooped down.

Fu Lingzhi felt that his life was a complete tragedy.

When he was a child, he thought he was the happiest child in the world. He had parents who loved him and his family was well off.

As long as it is what he wants, the Fu family will satisfy him.

Since when did the dream break?

As usual, Xiao Lingzhi came back from school and opened the door of the villa with a bound.

"Father, look, I picked up a cute little kitten. It's so good. I want to adopt it..." One.

However, what he saw in front of him stopped him.

blood.

There was blood all over the floor, and a body was lying in the middle of the hall. The father held a knife dripping with liquid in his hand.

Little Lingzhi stood blankly at the door. It was the first time he saw so much blood.

The bright red turned into sharp needles and pierced his eyeballs.

Blinding pain.

The father's appearance in the impression has changed drastically. His face is cold. He is holding a red blade in one hand and smoking a cigarette in the other. The hazy smoke makes it difficult to see his face clearly.

The once kind and gentle father now looked over coldly and waved in his direction.

Xiao Lingzhi walked over stiffly.

"Now that you've seen it, I won't hide it anymore. Do you know how our family got to where we are today?"

My father took a deep drag on the cigarette, finished it, and threw it on the ground.

The cigarette butt filled with sparks melted into the warm blood, making a sizzling sound.

He kicked the corpses on the ground with his toes: "That's how I made my fortune. I stepped on corpses one by one to reach the heights where I am now."

When he said this, his face was calm and calm.

It's as if he didn't kill the person, and he didn't stab the hole in the neck.

Such a cold and cruel father is so strange.

Immediately, his facial features became ferocious again.

"Do you know how much humiliation your father and I endured and how many knives we endured before we could find such a bloody path from the bottom? You don't know, and you don't need to know."

"You just need to remember one thing. As the only heir to the Fu family, you must be ruthless and desireless. You must not show your preferences to others easily, and you must not have any weaknesses."

"Understand?"

After the father finished speaking, he glanced at his son.

His brows furrowed severely.

The tone was fierce and angry: "What are you holding in your arms?"

Xiao Lingzhi was shocked, suddenly came to his senses, and hugged the kitten tighter.

Because he knew that his father would never allow him to raise small animals.

Father: "Give it to me."

Little Lingzhi shook his head in fear, crying and shouting, hoping to awaken the last trace of fatherly love in the other person's heart and let the kitten go.

The reality was that my father was unmoved and looked down coldly, as if he were looking at an ant.

Seeing that his son had cried enough, he forcefully pulled the little white cat, who was not yet a month old, over.

"My son will never like these useless things."

Little Lingzhi just watched helplessly as his father penetrated the little white cat's head with the long knife in his hand.

And quickly pulled out.

It's as simple as chopping cabbage, with smooth movements and no hesitation.

Then, he casually threw it with the corpses on the ground.

The little kitten's delicate body twitched and whimpered a few times.

There was absolutely no movement.

Small, cute, clear blue eyes have not yet taken a good look at the world.

He died like this, in front of him.

He fell into a pool of stinking blood silently, insignificant and inconspicuous at all.

That year was Fu Lingzhi's fifth birthday.