You're poisonous, my ex-husband.

She's dead. Slit her wrists. Originally thought, dead can escape. Unexpectedly, the will of God, but once again fell into a man's plaything. In the previous life, seven years, she carefully begged him to stay even once, in return she was his arms of various colors of women and a paper divorce agreement. In this life, she had a thousand schemes, just to escape his control, but fell into his love trap again and again, until finally, lost all the chips, had to fall into his appendage. Things are not what they used to be, the machine counts all, in the past life, the only thing that has not changed is that the powder sculpture of the "little man", always in front of her, swore loudly, bad guys, do not hurt my mommy! Tears have unconsciously slid down the cheeks ......