What to do if your male god is too good at self-attack

Just as Da He opened his mouth to say something, He Yue's cell phone suddenly rang.

It was Jiang Shaoming, and the two fell silent again.

Da He didn't expect Jiang Shaoming to remember the phone number. She watched He Yue hang up the call, but the call rang again and again, until the phone finally went silent.

I originally thought Jiang Shaoming had given up, but who would have thought that the next second I would hear a text message alert.

Da He originally wanted to stop him: "He..."

There was no time to stop him, He Yue had already clicked it.

It's a very old film.

On a rainy night, everything was plunged into darkness, with only a few street lamps emitting cold light in the wind and rain.

The video was very noisy, but He Yue recognized the disheveled self in the video at a glance.

The eighteen-year-old He Yue’s face was as white as paper, and she was shaking violently. It was unclear whether it was because of the wind and rain or because of the corpse at her feet.

Jiang Shaoming's panicked voice can be heard from the video screen. He hides behind the camera: "He's dead!"

He almost shouted out of fear.

The video was shaking badly, and one could also see Jiang Shaoming's panic. He asked He Yue: "When we just came in, did you see a woman running out?"

Jiang Shaoming pushed He Yue and she accidentally fell into the mud, with mud splashing on her pale face.

She clutched the mud in her hands and said nothing, as if she had been frightened silly.

"Heyue! That's your friend, right? It's Lin Xianing!" Jiang Shaoming asked.

"you shut up!"

Hearing Lin Xia Ning's name, He Yue reflexively got up from the ground and smeared the mud in her right hand all over Jiang Shaoming's face.

Jiang Shaoming didn't expect that the usually quiet He Yue would suddenly go berserk. He was hit in the face by her without any preparation. His cell phone fell to the ground, staring directly into Chen Song's eyes, which were open to death.

The background sound was Jiang Shaoming's angry scolding and He Yue's crying.

"You recognized her! It's Lin Xia Ning!"

"Your friend is a murderer!"

"You still want to help her deny it? Then you are an accomplice!"

The film ends here, but He Yue's head is still buzzing.

Jiang Shaoming thought that it was Lin Xia Ning who killed someone that night, but he didn't know that He Yue was sitting on the ground on purpose.

In her left hand, which she clenched tightly from beginning to end, was an exquisite hairpin - Luo Yilan's hairpin.

So that night, at the murder scene, it was not only Lin Xia Ning who saw Chen Song, but also Luo Yilan, whose eye was blinded by him.

Lian He Yue didn't know who the murderer was, but she felt that Chen Song deserved to die.

She can't let Jiang Shaoming make the video public!

Da He's face turned livid and he tried to snatch the phone, but He Yue had already dialed the number the next second.

"Hey."

Jiang Shaoming's sinister voice came from the other side: "I thought you wouldn't answer my call."

He Yue was speechless. What did this man mean by making himself look like a victim?

"How about it, is my shooting technique very sincere and emotional?"

"Jiang Shaoming!" He Yue gritted her teeth and called his name. She thought that the video had disappeared on that rainy night, but she didn't expect Jiang Shaoming to go back and pick up the phone and still keep it until now!

mean!

"Heyue, I'm just reminding you in a friendly way. Don't forget why you came to Beijing with me ten years ago." Jiang Shaoming's proud voice floated out of the phone. Da He's face had already turned pale: "Heyue, hang up the phone."

She reached out to grab it, but He Yue dodged it by moving sideways.

"I like things that are consensual, so I'm asking for your opinion now. Miss He Yue, are you willing to be my secret lover?"

Jiang Shaoming's tone was very annoying, but He Yue had no way to refute. She could only hold the phone tightly and bite her lips until they were bloodless.

"I'll give you three days," Jiang Shaoming said. "Deal with that psychopathic woman who was talking to you within three days. I want you to come back to me."

The phone call was disconnected. He Yue leaned against the wall in despair, seeming to feel no pain at all. She sorted out her thoughts and walked towards the door mechanically.

Da He hurriedly chased after her and tried to hold He Yue back, but was repeatedly thrown away by He Yue.

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It was late at night and there were few pedestrians on the road. There were not even a few red lights on the way to Wutong Shenyuan. He Yue just walked forward numbly, completely ignoring Dahe's attempts to stop her.

"Heyue, calm down!"

On the bridge, He Yue shook off Da He's hand. Her eyes were red as she questioned her future self: "He Yue, if you had chosen to compromise at that time, then what right did you have to stop me this time?"

"Heyue!" Dahe grabbed Heyue's shoulders, "Do you want to fall into this endless cycle and suffer again and again?" Dahe's eyes gradually turned red, "Do you know how hard I worked to get back to you?"

"You are not qualified to lecture me!" He Yue pushed Da He away. She watched Da He fall to the ground, walked up to her and looked down at her, "You are also a coward. Why should a coward let another coward grow up?"

He Yue turned around and walked forward quickly, then she heard Da He's choking voice behind her.

"Heyue, aren't you curious about your future?"

He Yue paused for a long time, then turned around stiffly and looked over.

Daha staggered to her feet. One of her high-heeled shoes was broken and she couldn't stand steadily. But she couldn't care less at this moment.

"If you go back now, Jiang Shaoming will become even more aggressive." She limped towards He Yue. He Yue saw tears flashing in her eyes and couldn't help feeling sad herself.

"Jiang Shaoming will marry Chu Yaoyao in a month. You can't even keep your relationship a secret for half a year. From now on, you are not just Jiang Shaoming's vent. Chu Yaoyao is much scarier than Jiang Shaoming."

This one sentence completely stunned He Yue. She was not a plaything. Why could everyone inflict all their suffering on her?

Thinking of this, He Yue felt the scar on her wrist start to hurt again, and she gasped in pain.

Dahe rolled up his clothes, revealing a hideous scar on his abdomen, which looked like it had required at least dozens of stitches.

He Yue covered her mouth in surprise, and Da He's uncontrollable tears finally fell down her face.

"Heyue, I think that since I can come here, I am not a coward."

He Yue finally fell to the ground helplessly and confessed to Da He: "I'm sorry, this... is a dead end."

Going forward means death, and not moving forward also means death.

Going forward would mean returning to that hell. Besides the physical pain she had to endure, she also had her self-esteem tortured time and again by Jiang Shaoming and Chu Yaoyao.

But if she didn't listen to Jiang Shaoming, she believed that the madman would definitely expose the video. He had a big family and a big business, so it would be easy for him to get rid of the charge of obstructing justice.

What about her? What about Luo Yilan and Lin Xianing?

I've been patient for ten years, is all my efforts going to be wasted?

Daha slowly squatted down and gently hugged Heyue, as gently as if comforting a confused child.

“There will be a solution.”

He Yue didn't see the moment Da He tried to stop crying, and her eyes turned cold.

"Heyue, go back to Qucheng. Luo Yilan is getting married."