After Being Scummed, He Chatted and Laughed with His Nemesis

[First, the gentle scum is cold and ruthless, then the loyal dog dotes on his wife and attacks. When Bai Yu was twenty years old, she met that unruly man. However, every time afterward, when looking at the big red banknotes scattered on the bed, Bai Yu's eyes turned red: "Mr. Song, can I... Don't need money..." Song Yu tied up his tie, glanced sideways at the mottled man on the bed, and said calmly: "Then what do you want?" Bai Yu rolled her delicate Adam's apple and said nothing. The man approached the bed, raised the young man's chin, and his eyes gradually deepened: "Bai Yu, you must always remember who you are. Not everyone can have wealth at the age of twenty that others cannot get in their lifetime." After saying that, the man shook his hand away, turned and left the room. Looking at the man's cold and determined back, Bai Yu slowly lowered his head, and large tears fell uncontrollably onto the sheets, wetting a large shadow. … At night, Bai Yu fell to the ground, holding her painful stomach and calling Song Yu: "Mr. Song, my stomach hurts..." "Go to the hospital for a stomachache. Why are you calling me?" Just when Bai Yu was about to say something else, another person's voice rang on the phone: "Ayu, I'm so sleepy, don't talk anymore." "Okay, every year." Toot———— Bai Yu stared at the phone blankly, with salty liquid rising in his stomach. Finally he couldn't help but vomited it out with a loud sound, and the ground was red... … That night, Bai Yu completely disappeared from Song Yu's life. Half a year later, in the anti-cancer center, Song Yu rushed into the ward like crazy and saw the person he cherished was drinking porridge fed by his mortal enemy. The two were talking and laughing, and his heart ached. "Yu'er, I was wrong. Come back with me. Please don't abandon me." Bai Yu raised a gentle smile at the corner of her mouth and said lightly: "Mr. Song, your Yu'er died at night half a year ago." "The whole process of high-energy crematorium. The three views in this article do not represent the author's three views. The author's imagination and writing style are limited. He just writes for fun and refuses to give any advice." This article's parking lot: Weibo's sky is empty