Chapter 658: You must die

Although on the surface the two are still good girlfriends, in secret, Song Yijun is the one who said most bad things about Tang Nuan's paintings.
If Tang Nuan's painting hadn't been reborn once, her ending would be the same as in the previous life, in Song Yijun's drums forever, and she would not know the truth until the last few minutes of her tragic death in prison.
But after being reborn once, Tang Nuan's painting felt very sad again.
"Song Yijun, you said that we had such a good relationship back then, why did it become like this in the end?"
When he said this, Tang Nuan's painting seemed to smile at himself mockingly.
"In the past so many years, I have always treated you sincerely, treating you like my own sister, but how did you treat me?"
"Song Yijun, do you think I really want to turn my head against you? No, it's actually you who forced me!"
After Tang Nuan finished painting, he turned his head and looked at Song Yijun intently, and suddenly smiled bitterly, "Don't you have anything to tell me?"
"I remember that at the beginning, my dad treated you badly? Every time you came to my house, he always shared the best things with you. Knowing that you were not happy at Song's house, he always let you Come to my house to play."
"But now? You kidnapped him! Song Yijun, in the past few years, your conscience has really been eaten by a dog..."
When he said this, Tang Nuanhua didn't feel any regrets in his heart, only endless disappointment.
After all, she knew very well now that Song Yijun could not turn her head back. Tang Nuan said this was just to sigh with emotion.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, big tears suddenly poured into Song Yijun's eyes. She stared at Tang Nuan painting angrily and resentfully, "Tang Nuan painting, why are you embarrassed to say these things to me?"
"Don't you think that all this is very unfair to me!"
"Since I was little, I have been better than you in everything, but you are better than me in everything! We are obviously children of single-parent families, so why are you so happy? And I will be run by my family!"
"Why every time I work so hard, but the eyes of others always only see you! Why can a foolish woman like you be liked by Jing Yi! Tell me why? Tell me!"
Song Yijun screamed with exhaustion, her hatred for Tang Nuan's paintings had become unforgivable, and all the things she questioned were the source of her pain.
However, Tang Nuan painting didn't know how to answer these questions.
In the end, Tang Nuan's painting could only squeeze out a sentence, "Some things... it is destined, why do you have to force it?"
"Fate? Heh! I don't believe in any fate!"
"In this world, good people do not get rewarded. This is an era when the weak eats the strong. If you are a good person, you will be oppressed by someone worse than you! I have been oppressed enough for so many years!"
"So I would rather be a bad person, and I have to rely on my ability to get my happiness!" Song Yijun shouted unconvinced.
Hearing this, Tang Nuanhua smiled helplessly and bitterly, "Okay, I don't want to persuade you anymore, because your three views have been completely distorted."
"But I still have to tell you clearly, base your own happiness on the suffering of others. Such people will never deserve happiness!"
It is never wrong for a person to want happiness, but the fault lies in it. Song Yijun bases his happiness on the suffering of others!
Song Yijun wouldn't understand the truth of not bathing yourself and treating others, so Tang Nuan didn't bother to say it.
In the end, she looked at Song Yijun boringly, "You said, how should I abuse you?"
"My father should have suffered no less after being caught by you. Then, let's just fine you not to eat for one day! When you have no strength, I will torture you again. Tsk tsk, it will definitely get twice the result with half the effort."
After speaking, Tang Nuanhua smiled confidently and generously, then turned and left.
"Hey! You woman, let me out!"
Song Yijun yelled behind her, "I told you to let me out, do you hear it! You are a damned woman!"
Tang Nuan painted as if he hadn't heard of it, smiled and then strode away and left.
After leaving the cell, Tang Nuan painted to go to the room where Ming Ye was to thank Ming Ye.
After all, things wouldn't go so smoothly without Mingye's help.
When he walked to the lobby of the small bungalow where Ming Ye lived, Tang Nuan painted in a pretty happy mood. At this time, two people hurriedly walked in at the door. It was actually the blood eagle who hurried in with a doctor carrying a medicine box.
"What are you guys?"
Tang Nuanhua saw the two of them and asked with a look of confusion, "Is anyone injured?"
"Oh, nothing, Miss Tang, don't worry, go back and rest!" The blood eagle smiled and didn't intend to explain.
Then he took the doctor straight to the second floor, and then into a room.
what's up?
Tang Nuan looked at the painting below while wondering, could it be Mingye that something happened? Otherwise, why is the blood eagle in such a hurry?
Thinking of this, Tang Nuan also went upstairs to see what happened.
As a result, I was walking to the top of the stairs and suddenly heard a whisper, "Hi, tap..."
"Oh, Mr. Ming, I have tried to be as light as possible. The key is that your injured place is close to the artery and it is inconvenient to administer anesthetics. You have to bear with it." After the doctor said, he pushed the forceps deeper. .
Hearing this sound, Tang Nuanhua glanced his head slightly, and saw that the doctor was using tweezers to reach Mingye's arm.
!
Tang Nuanhua snorted in his heart.
Damn, what's wrong with Mingye?
Then Tang Nuan painted out of concern, and simply walked in, "Mingye, you..."
"Yep……"
Ming Ye suddenly snorted. It turned out that Tang Nuan painting came in and frightened him. Then he glared at the blood eagle, "Didn't I let you stop people?"
"I..." Blood Eagle was very aggrieved.
He had stopped Tang Nuan from painting when he was downstairs just now. How did he know that Tang Nuan painted this curious baby, he would actually come upstairs to see?
But Ming Ye stared at him, and he had nothing to say, so he had to obediently bow his head and admit his mistake, "Sorry boss..."
"It's alright..." Ming Ye didn't bother to say anything about him, and then looked at Tang Nuan's painting impatiently, "Why are you here?"
Tang Nuan's painting did not leave his arm for a moment, and his tone was a little worried, "You, what's wrong with you?"
"I... nothing." Ming Ye kept his mouth tight, with a wicked face stretched, pretending that nothing happened.