"I don't want to see him at all, I don't want to know about him at all..." Wen Xinnuan's voice became hoarse, "It has nothing to do with me how he lives."

"..."

"I no longer recognize him."

Since we don’t know each other, why are we still crying?

The sad atmosphere was so oppressive that Jing Jiaren could hardly breathe. She spoke several times, but she didn't know what to say.

"Hang up." Luo Lei's violent voice suddenly sounded, "Jing Popo, I tell you to hang up, hang up!"

The big bed moved violently again, and Luo Lei couldn't grab the phone, so he banged his head against the wall again.

The dull sound was like a fist hitting Jing Jiaren's heart...

"Hang up the phone, Jing Jiaren, I told you to hang up!"

All he could say back and forth was these two sentences, like a mechanical puppet that had been spun up.

Repeating the same words, the same actions...

The sound of banging his head against the wall became louder and louder each time.

"You all stop him!"

The servant pressed Luo Lei's shoulders, but he threw him away. His strength suddenly became strong and fierce, and frightening flames spurted out of his eyes.

It was as if he wished he could die immediately.

Jing Jiaren understood the serious nature of the matter: "I'm going to die now. Luo Lei, please stop hitting me."

"Hang up..."

Luo Lei's forehead was hit with blood, and his eyes were hollow and blurred.

Jing Jiaren didn't have time to say goodbye to Wen Xinnuan and immediately hung up the phone...

"Luo Lei, you saw it, I'm dead."

"Hang up!"

"I really hung up." To show that she hung up, Jing Jiaren threw the phone on the bed, "Don't hit it."

Luo Lei's body finally paused for a moment, becoming eerily quiet for a moment, and then kicked the phone away.

The mobile phone fell onto the bed, and Luo Lei struggled to get up, ignoring the forcible obstruction of several servants to prevent him from getting out of bed.

My hands were anesthetized and I couldn't understand, one foot was sprained, and there was blood on my forehead...

He walked with difficulty, walked to the phone, stepped on it, and crushed it hard.

The injured foot was supporting the body on one leg, teetering on the edge.

He is the famous iron leg, but now there is only one left, and the other one is useless.

Luo Lei pursed his lips and his face turned deathly gray.

I stepped on the phone hard and heard the sound of shattering. I was willing to accept that the phone was trampled into pieces.

It seems... if the phone is completely broken, Wen Xinnuan will no longer see his embarrassment...

His strength was exhausted, and the injured leg could no longer hold up. He knelt on the ground with one foot, cold sweat dripping down his face, and his hair was wet with blood and sweat.

The tall body knelt there, faintly trembled a few times, and fell to the ground.

Not only Jing Jiaren, but also all the servants were horrified to see this scene...

Luo Lei was finally tired, his eyes closed in pain, and his whole body showed a state of severe pain.

In Jing Jiaren's view, he had become so fragile and vulnerable.

"sorry."

Jing Jiaren's choked voice came out in a low voice. She didn't know if she had done something wrong again.

Luo Lei pinched his voice: "Get out of here."

"The truth is that you played roulette with Ji Zi'ang a few years ago. When you lost, Ji Zi'ang put a bullet in your head and almost died. This bullet was the most important reason for your amnesia." Jing Jia.
Chapter completed!