C23 Tear the Painting

Jiang Shirann was stunned for a moment, then she let go of her hand and opened the door.

Liang Qiancheng did not say anything. He walked straight into the house and looked at the layout of the house that was similar to the villa in Gentle Romantic. There was no expression on his face.

They hadn't gotten along with each other for five years. Therefore, the atmosphere had become a little strange.

Last night, everything that happened at Zhou Suqin's house reverberated in her mind.

Jiang Shirann took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Liang, please give me one day. Once I find the house, I will immediately move out of here."

This house belonged to Liang Qiancheng. The last time she wanted to sell the house, he told her.

Because he hated her so much, he definitely didn't come here just to see how she was doing. He came here to get this house back.

She was already prepared to be chased away by him. However, she did not expect him to come so quickly.

Hearing her words, Liang Qiancheng felt inexplicably unhappy.

He did not say anything. His eyes looked at her body and finally stopped on her left wrist.

There was an ugly pink scar on it, like a disgusting centipede, quietly lying on her wrist.

Jiang Shirann felt Liang Qiancheng's line of sight. She pulled her hands back into her sleeves in panic.

She had used all her strength to cut her left wrist with the knife because she wanted to see him.

She was lying on the cold concrete floor, but she was only waiting for the sound of an ambulance.

Now, she no longer wanted to see him, but he always appeared in her life.

"I'll give you an hour." Liang Qiancheng looked at Jiang Shirann's hand shrinking back. His eyes turned cold. He said without a trace of emotion, "I will stay here and watch you clean up your things."

When he said this, Liang Qiancheng's expression was slightly surprised. Very quickly, he returned to normal.

Jiang Shirann did not know what Liang Qiancheng wanted to do. Now, she only wanted to stay away from this man. The further the better.

"Mr. Liang, if you want to make things difficult for me, then congratulations. You did it. As you can see, there are so many things here. " I can't finish packing in an hour. "If you only want to regain the sense of superiority I gave you five years ago by following you, I'm sorry, I am no longer the Jiang Shirann from five years ago."

She turned around and prepared to go upstairs to pack her things.

Liang Qiancheng's eyes became colder and the surrounding atmosphere became solemn, "I was just afraid that I would not be able to get rid of you."

Jiang Shirann's body trembled slightly. She looked at the ground but did not say anything.

Yes, five years ago Jiang Shirann was a big trouble and five years later Jiang Shirann was still a big trouble.

She walked to the room on the second floor that belonged to her. Actually, she did not have anything to pack. When she got out of prison, she was holding a big backpack. It was still the same now.

She opened Jiahui's mother's drawer. It was not filled with all kinds of expensive cosmetics and jewelry like it was five years ago.

The drawer was full of expensive cosmetics and jewelry. There was only a tattered ledger in the drawer. On it were notes of the money borrowed for her lawsuit.

Tears flowed down her cheeks and fell onto the old ledger. Jiahui's mother had done everything for her, but five years ago, she had always called her a shameless mistress.

In the studio, the album filled with her love for Liang Qiancheng. It was packed in a delicate box.

She opened the box and took out the album. She touched the album with her rough fingers.

Suddenly, she picked up the album and tore off all the paintings. She threw the album, along with her love for Liang Qiancheng, into the trash can.

Liang Qiancheng, who was standing at the door, watched all of this quietly.