Wang Bo started to clean up his debris.
It’s been six years since the last cleanup. Those things that were temporarily unusable or useless but forgotten to throw filled his basement. Today, he finally emptied the basement.
When he opened a very old carton, the contents inside made him fall into deep thoughts and memories.
An old-style high school girl uniform was lying quietly in it. It was folded neatly and placed in a plastic bag. Wang Bo opened the plastic bag, took out the clothes, and put them in his hands to examine them carefully.
It is the relic of Wang Bo’s girlfriend Xiaoxin. Xiaoxin died of an “accident” six years ago. Actually, the murderer was Wang Bo.
Xiao Xin is 15 years younger than Wang Bo. The two people together can only be said to be the result of Wang Bo’s hunt for beauty as a middle-aged man. However, Xiaoxin really loves Wang Bo wholeheartedly, regardless of his name and interests. Her tenderness and cuteness are beyond Wang Bo’s taste. Wang Bo always thought that he also loved Xiaoxin until his wife discovered his extramarital love.
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Wife is neither beautiful nor gentle, but she is the mayor’s daughter and has mastered Wang Bo’s future and destiny. His wife showed him a showdown and asked him to make a choice.
Wang Bo didn’t even think of it. At that time, he didn’t hesitate to choose fame and fortune, and betrayed Xiaoxin. When he proposed to break up with Xiaoxin, the always obedient Xiaoxin did not listen to him and cried, “My dear, we can go and leave this city! Even if the days are bitter, it is worth it!” Wang Bo looked at her With a firm look, an unprecedented evil thought suddenly appeared in her heart: “She will destroy me! No! No!”
He used a sleeping pill to make her fall asleep, and then bought it without knowing it Migrant workers sent the bag containing Xiaoxin to the garbage incineration plant.
No one knows that the murderer is him. He had concealed everyone safely. During these six years, he was officially prosperous and became a director. Even after his wife died of illness last year, his status has not been shaken.
Putting the clothes back in the box, Wang Bo left the basement. In the past six years, he often missed Xiaoxin, missed her tenderness and cuteness, and missed the happy life before, just like Zhou Puyuan missed Xi Ping, although he killed Xiaoxin by his own hands.
There was a meeting in the evening. He put his thoughts down and went out.
It was already more than 11 o’clock when he came back, and Wang Bo dragged his tired body to open the door. “Tongtong, Tongtong, are you asleep?” Tongtong is his daughter, 15 years old, and Xiaoxin is a cute girl of the same kind.
Tongtong sat on the sofa in the living room with his head down, as if thinking of something. Wang Bo came to her,