Lu Chenyan, a big boss in Beijing circles, thinks I killed my sister.
On the 300th day of being imprisoned by Lu Chenyan, he pinched my chin in front of my sister's photo and said: "Shi Jinle, your face is alive to atone for her sins. Late at night, he tore open my pajamas, but his eyes were looking at another person through me. The night when the pregnancy test stick showed two lines, he smiled and crushed the abortion pill into the red wine: "Are you worthy of being pregnant with my child?
I knelt down to pick up shards of glass and begged him: "The child will be like my sister.
When he hung up the phone that his mother was in critical condition, he was experiencing severe cramping in his uterus.
On the day when the fetal movement disappeared at seven months, my sister, who had been missing for three years, stepped on my blood and pushed open the delivery room door.
When her doctor friend handed over the death certificate, Lu Chenyan was holding a reception banquet for her.
We met again in a small town supermarket three years later. He tremblingly grabbed my hand holding the cane: "Lele...
I shook him off and chuckled: "Mr. Lu, is a substitute like me worth pursuing for two years?"
Until his sister poured gasoline all over the tunnel, and he screamed from the explosion: "Shi Jinle, if you win, I will give you my life."
Before the fire engulfed him, I only saw the placenta and umbilical cord tied to his ring finger three years ago.
The three views of the work do not represent the author's three views. Please be lenient. If you want to scold Lu Chenyan, just scold Lu Chenyan...
