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Chapter 243 Hysteria

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    Dong Fang suddenly felt a little regretful, why did she snuff out his cigarette just now.  That's his personal business, so why should she meddle in his own business.  If you want to speak, it's up to Shuqing to speak.  There is always room for maneuver in what comes out of his own mouth.  She opened her mouth, and that was when his pride fell to the ground again.

    What's more, Shu Qing's current mental state is not stable, and he seems to be more sensitive.  Who is Zhang Shuqing?  He was once a talented student of Hangzhou University, a top student in the United States, and a person who has seen the scenery from a high place.  Now that I have returned to China to start a business, I have suffered such a big life change, how can I live this day?

    Dong Fang began to worry faintly, if Shuqing couldn't overcome the hurdle in front of him, what if he couldn't think about it for a while and wanted to die?  After all, in these years of ups and downs in the mall, she has seen too many accidents.  If a person really has no hope of living at all, a pair of scissors, a kitchen knife, even a leap out of the window, are all means of death.

    "I'm going to get you a bowl of noodles, you go to the pool outside and wash your face first." Dong Fang turned her head away from looking at him, instead scooped a handful of water from the stove into the pot, ready to boil the water  .

    Shu Qing stood up tremblingly, picked up the lighter from the table, and lit another cigarette for himself.  When the smoke entered the mouth, there was another coughing sound.  He blushed and walked into the patio, looking as if he had suddenly aged a dozen years.

    The corner of Dong Fang's eyes flicked across the patio outside the window, and her heart just felt sour.  This is not the Zhang Shuqing that Dong Fang is familiar with, the world is under his feet, he always carries a gust of wind wherever he goes.  Gone was the pompous young man, a stinking loser in an instant.

    Standing in the courtyard where he had not seen for a long time, Shu Qing smoked a cigarette for a while until it burned his hand, then he stamped out the cigarette butt, and then kicked it into the trash can beside him.  He put water in the pool lonely, leaning against the edge of the tank like a puddle of mud.

    The last time he washed his hands here was when he made a special trip to find an excuse to come to Dong's house to deliver New Year's goods before he was going to study abroad.  Life is only a few dozen years, and now he is rubbing his hands fiercely here again, but things are different.

    Thinking of this, Shu Qing was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe. He felt that he was so useless in front of Dong Fang that even if he stood in the courtyard for a while, his body would be soaked in cold sweat.

    Although Shuqing is physically weak at the moment, he still has the last sliver of reason, that is, he, the god of plague, should stay away from Dong Fang, and he can't delay her any longer.

    He turned off the faucet, turned around and opened the wooden door to leave.  Dong Fang saw the figure flashing past, and hurriedly chased after him: "Shu Qing! Don't rush away!"

    Shu Qing ran in a panic, almost fleeing.  Appearing at the entrance of the alley was just a subconscious behavior.  When he came to his senses, he felt ashamed and dared not face Dong Fang anymore.

    "What's the matter, it's not too late to leave after eating the noodles!" Dong Fang held Shu Qing's arm tightly and said with some gnashing of teeth.  She didn't expect that he would be so cowardly.

    Dong Fang's words fell into Shu Qing's ears, but they were comparable to the power of an atomic bomb explosion.  As if he had been hit in an instant, he fell to the ground suddenly, curled up tightly, and twitched.

    Seeing that his complexion was half green and half red, it was obvious that he was holding his breath on purpose, trying to suffocate himself to death.

    With a "slap", the slap came down, and Dong Fang slapped Shu Qing out of his mouth.  Shu Qing stared blankly at Dong Fang, and completely lay down in the alley.  Only a dozen meters away, there was a busy street outside, but at this moment he was a body without a soul, just lying on the ground like this.

    "Zhang Shuqing, how long are you going to despise yourself?! Do you just run away when things happen? You used to treat me like this, and now you treat yourself the same way. Don't tell me you've been a cowardly and useless bastard all your life.  What? Get up for me! Stand up by yourself!" Dong Fang yelled hysterically, bloodshot eyes instantly oozing out.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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