Chapter 112: - Do I like my sister?

System: “Do you really want to break up with Shen Hanxing?”

Su Emily lay on the bed and softly Hmmed, “He’s the one who wants to break up with me.”

The system knew the meaning of this.

If Shen Hanxing did not break up, Su Emily was not the one who said it first in her life.

System: “Don’t be sad, it’s okay if this world fails.”

It said with a bit of hatred: “Kid, or else you hacked his company.”

Su Emily blinked her eyes and shook her head.

“Don’t want it.”

System: “Why?”

Su Emily lowered her eyes: “No reason.”

Just don’t want it.

She is also a dignified and ambitious money jar spirit.

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On the podium, the teacher explained the latest course.

The teenager under the stage, sitting in the most backward position, he rested one hand on the desktop.

The other hand holds a cell phone, dialling the phone over and over again, slightly lowered eyes, cannot see the look inside.

But there is always only a cold sentence: “The phone you dialled has been turned off, please call again later…”

Suddenly.

The teenager stood up straight and the desk made a crashing sound.

Surrounding students jumped in shock.

The teacher frowned: “Student Shen, what is your problem?”

The teenager raised his eyes and said lazily, “Teacher, I don’t feel well.”

The teacher looked away, not looking at his gaze.

In the next second, the other party had already taken the lead and walked out.

He frowned and said to the other students, “What are you looking at? Listen to class.”

The first day.

Sister didn’t come.

The second day.

Sister didn’t come either.

The third day.

Sister still did not come.

Shen Hanxing raised his eyes, and the broken hair on his forehead was wet and dripping with water droplets.

He raised his eyes.

Look at the person inside the mirror.

The other side is expressionless.

The bottom of the eyes, brewing a thick and sticky black sentiment.

Then.

Slightly flexed his fingers, clenched into a fist.

Smashed up.

The mirror surface cracked as if it were a cobweb.

A fine and sheer crack.

Along with blood, winding down.

A faint smell of blood spread in the air, yet the person did not frown, as if he could not feel the pain.

Slowly hook up the lips.

The teenager’s eyebrows are declining, and his eyes are all dark colours.

A boy just came in and looked at the scene in front of the sink and was scared out of his mind.

Stumbled and ran out.

It was as if he had seen the devil-

No, even more frightening than the devil –

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The young man opened the box and looked down at the gift inside, his eyes.

The feeling of palpitation is getting stronger and stronger.

Grab that spot on the chest.

— Do you like Su Emily?

— Do I like my sister?

—Like

–Sister, it’s mine.

Shen Hanxing was lying on the huge tire of the abandoned factory.

Watching intently.

He lowered his eyes.

Lips tinged with soft and sweet curves, hands dropping down, blood flowing down from the skin.

Dripping on the ground.

Slap.

The young man was unaware of it, but just looked at the gift in his hand.

The pale face has an overly morbid beauty.

Exquisite brow bones.

There was a fatal attraction.

The door was opened and the light was on.

A few boys came in, and when they saw the person inside, they froze and said in some panic: “Sorry, Shen, we didn’t know you were here today.”

The atmosphere was a little too silent.

“Brother Shen, how did you get this ice flower?” One of the boys following him glanced at the box and froze, a little surprised, and spoke out.

Shen Hanxing then raised his face to look over, staring straight at the person, the tone of voice through a point of odd: “You know it?”

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