Jianjia

Wang Zhiyuan looked at Chen Jianjia, and then slowly touched Chen Jianjia's face. Remember Chen Jianjia's face seriously. If there is a next life, let's still be husband and wife. However, in the next life, I don't seek wealth, but stability. "Jianjia, it's been so many years. The two of us have never had children. I used to be very sorry, but now I am very lucky. Fortunately, we don't have children. Otherwise, how could I be willing to accompany you and go away without worries." As he said that, he crawled to Chen Jianjia's chest and hugged Chen Jianjia hard. The long knife that penetrated Chen Jianjia's chest directly passed through Wang Zhiyuan's chest. Chen Jianjia suddenly opened her eyes wide, thinking how could this be possible. How could this person die with him? "We were born in the same quilt, and we died in the same hole. If there is fate in the next life..." Wang Zhiyuan couldn't continue, blood slowly started to flow from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were always looking at his wife greedily... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.