After the Devil Became a Little Pitiful - Chapter 15

?? He Qingyu completely lost consciousness.

?? In fact, it makes no difference whether she is awake or not, the same numb gaze, no matter how Song Tang did it in the past, she would be entangled enthusiastically…

?? Was thrown by Song Tang on the messy bed, his body was like a dead fish, but there was no movement, and he didn’t cover it with a quilt. He was lying naked.

?? It seems that the meaning of a person’s existence is to be used.

?? Song Tang was so angry that he couldn’t vent, and the nameless anger was rampant in his chest, his tone stiff: “I’m back to the company, I hope my sister behaves, don’t let me do things that hurt you.”

?? He Qingyu remained motionless, as if he hadn’t heard these words, a line of tears fell from the corners of her eyes into her hair, and only her undulating chest could prove that she was still alive.

?? The heart is dead, but so.

In the end, she still couldn’t rest assured that He Qingyu was muddy, picked up her beloved and went to the bathroom to wash it. The process of bathing was like washing a non-moving item, and only groaning when it really hurts.

?? The scars on the body overlap with the old and new. It is hard to imagine that this person’s original skin is almost as smooth as tender tofu.

?? He Qingyu’s head hangs weakly on Song Tang’s shoulders, her hair covers her face, and water drops dripping from her forehead to her eyes, without even subconscious eyelids beating.

?? My skinny body feels ashamed in my arms, my face is sickly pale without blood, and my lower lip is full of blood and he refuses to make a sound…

?? Song Tang tried to speak a few times, but when he saw He Qingyu, she couldn’t say anything, so she had to wrap her in a quilt.

?? He Qingyu curled up in the thin quilt, with his chin resting on his knees, through the quilt, he could see his body trembling uneasy.

?? It seems that the little animal that has been bullied outside returns to its dilapidated lair.

?? The porridge on the bedside has long been cold.

?? Song Tang pressed her lips, her eyes were full of red blood, “Sister, why are you torturing yourself like this…”

?? He Qingyu did not respond.

?? How proud He Qingyu was originally.

?? For a long time, Song Tang leaned down and gently patted He Qingyu on the shoulder, saying goodbye: “Sister and I can live a good life together, I can be a good wife… Warm porridge in the kitchen, remember to drink.”

?? He Qingyu pricked his ears in the quilt to listen to Song Tang’s movements, and then got up until he was sure that the person had already left, “The system sees how my acting skills are!”

?? System desperate: “I can’t see acting, all my world is mosaic.”

?? He Qingyu moved her body to eat the porridge on the bedside table, swallowing big mouthfuls regardless of the porridge water flowing on the chin and collarbone, she just gave her a sense of shame.

?? The camera in the room recorded this scene.

?? He Qingyu: “From now on, can I be a rice bug that doesn’t ask anything.”

?? System: “In theory, you are a manual worker.”

?? He Qingyu: “Huh? What’s wrong with you??”

?? The system spurned: “Your mind is full of yellow waste, but as long as you put your mind on the task, you won’t have finished the plot yet.”

?? He Qingyu: “…” suddenly thought of the high school head teacher.

?? He Qingyu tentatively: “The Great Devil is no longer going to burn the building.” It stands to reason that the task has been completed.”

?? System: “There is still one short, don’t forget that the previous timeline big devil pulled the original owner’s ventilator, you can’t give her this opportunity.”

?? He Qingyu: “Ah, this…”

?? He Qingyu said: “Look at it, I’m going to give my primary six a good lesson. It’s not a good thing to hand over my sincerity easily.”

?? “It stands to reason that she should thank me.”

?? The system crashed: “The Great Devil has been down for eight lifetimes before meeting you.” I have been down for eight lifetimes before I met your host! !

?? The system hurriedly bid farewell: “I’m going to see the cat and the mouse. Come on.”

?? He Qingyu felt that the system suddenly dropped in his head, the whole person was not good.

?? She thought about it in her heart, and at the same time, the camera in the corner flashed a weird light.

?? The other end of the camera is connected to Song Tang’s mobile phone. She took a closer look at the picture after she left in the car without dropping one frame.

?? Including He Qingyu, who has not eaten anything serious for more than ten days, swallowed cold porridge.

?? She tightly squeezed the phone, every beat of her heart brought unparalleled pain, she knew that she was completely ruined a person.

?? The driver who drove didn’t dare to make any noise. The woman in the back seat was even more terrifying than Mr. He. Yesterday, a talkative driver mentioned He Qingyu and was fired on the spot.

?? He Qingyu sat on the bed for a while, turned on the projector, and the first scene that caught his eye was Song Tang taking over his own company. With the help of means and He Qingyu’s signature, he settled the upper-middle class against him.

?? Even the veterans who Qingyu escorted all the way were bought, which made the process of taking over smoothly.

?? This veteran is He Qingyu looking for a tool for system hosting. He Qingyu took great pains to lock himself up in order to make Song Tangming right.

?? But Song Tang didn’t know all of this. All she saw was He Qingyu’s intense despair facing the screen on the projector.

?? He Qingyu watched the projection motionlessly, saved the news fragments, and watched it repeatedly, as if to completely engrave this scene into his mind.

?? “Little Sugar, this is what I owe you.”

?? The sliding picture continued to flash from its crystal clear eyes, until He Qingyu fainted due to low blood sugar and stomach cramps, the clips on the wall continued to play.

?? Silently declared her sins.

?? Song Tang watched He Qingyu open and close his lips, spit out a word.

?? She thought that she would be happy to hear He Qingyu apologize, but when her beloved and proud sister, who was always defiant, showed weakness, Song Tang suddenly felt that something was wrong, which shouldn’t be the case in reality.

?? The reality should be that my sister admits her mistake, and she forgives that she can live together in the future and have a happy family that his mother Song Yun can’t achieve for a lifetime.

?? Because Song Tang has just taken over He Qingyu’s business, Song Tang is busy every day, and rarely has time to stop, let alone visit He Qingyu in the house.

?? Even the number of times the camera is turned on has decreased.

?? Song Tang originally installed more than a dozen cameras quietly, because He Qingyu was waiting for revenge behind her. She has the authority to modify the code lock and can close all the windows and doors in the house. As a result, He Qingyu’s radius of activity is limited to the bedroom. And the refrigerator, the most intense exercise I do every day is to walk from the bed to the French window, and look out with my hands on the railing.

?? Song Tang doesn’t know what He Qingyu is looking at.

?? It has been a month and a half after she came to see He Qingyu again. When she put her hand on the door lock recognizer and made a special ticking sound, Song Tang heard a mess of footsteps—

?? He Qingyu shouted, “Little Sugar!”

?? Song Tang was frightened by He Qingyu’s enthusiasm and took a half step back, “I was busy during this time, I didn’t see you, sorry.”

?? He Qingyu smiled, shook his head vigorously and said: “Little sugar, come in, I miss you!”

?? He Qingyu’s voice just fell and was about to pounce on Song Tang, suddenly stopped in midair and took an awkward step back, lowered his head a little embarrassed, “Quickly, come in, the crabapple tree in the yard is bearing fruit, I will wash it. It’s very sweet after washing.”

?? Song Tang saw He Qingyu’s huge contrasting attitude and subtle small movements, and suddenly felt wrong. She didn’t say that He Qingyu was cautiously led into the reception room.

?? On the glass tea table, there are small red and bright crabapple fruits, and He Qingyu presents a treasure to Song Tang with both hands, looking at her expectantly.

?? Song Tang saw He Qingyu’s abnormal appearance and did not reach out to pick up the Begonia fruit. She thought she would see her half-dead sister, or resentment or resentment or anger, and never expected that she was more lively than a colleague’s daughter.

?? He Qingyu giggled, “Xiaotang Xiaotang, my sister used to do something wrong. Can Xiaotang forgive my sister?”

?? “My sister will be very good, waiting for Xiaotang to sit at the door every day, don’t Xiaotang look for other little lovers, okay?”

?? He Qingyu found a flexible twig full of thorns from nowhere, and handed it to Song Tang, with a smile still obedient and hopeful, “Xiao Tang’s unhappiness can be vented on her elder sister. It is a blessing for her to be rebuked by Xiao Tang.”

“It’s like this crabapple fruit. If you don’t please you, there is no need to exist.” He Qingyu threw the bright fruit into the burning fireplace, making a crackling sound.

?? “The person who gave you the Begonia fruit is also at fault,” He Qingyu has nothing under her long skirt. She knelt on the snow-white long-haired carpet, crouched on Song Tang’s lap, begging to look at her, “Little Tang, you Vent all your dissatisfaction on your sister, don’t go find others, OK?”

?? Song Tang’s back tightened, like falling into the ice cave.