Remembering Zhou Minglang's innocent face at the right time, Wen Lishu felt for a moment that it was actually good to marry him.

At least with him, there are no lies, no hatred, and although there is no love, life can at least be carefree.

It's not like now, where every day is in dire straits.

Wen Lishu compromised, and said that in a rather low voice.

thought that Song Qiancheng would be able to extinguish the fire, but after all, it was her wishful thinking, and he didn't mean to let her go.

Song Qiancheng grabbed her waist with one hand, turned her body, and pressed her against the wall.

He stared at her eyes and said in a cold voice: "Do you really think that if I make a few dollars from you, I will vent my anger, Wen Lishu, don't be so naïve, this is far from enough." ”

If you say that cruelly, Wen Lishu can't stand still.

If he hadn't pressed her shoulders, she would have collapsed to the ground.

She looked into his eyes in a daze, not knowing for a moment what to say.

As he said, she was naïve, thinking that if she blindly tolerated it, she could let him let her go, but the truth was not at all.

Looking at each other, she asked weakly, "What do I have to do so that you are willing to let me go?"

His smile was particularly weird, "The Zhou family also had a part in calculating me back then, although the plot was not as serious as your father's, but I was yin by him after all."

Now that feng shui is taking turns, the Zhou family took the initiative to send it to the door, wanting to ask for a daughter-in-law for the stupid son of his family, then I will let you conceive one, and then marry into the Zhou family after the flow is gone.

This stomach that has been in trouble is enough to disgust the Zhou family for a lifetime, and Wei Tingxian, doesn't he like you, then I will let him watch you conceive my child, and there is nothing he can do, it should be worse than death. ”

Hearing such frantic words, Wen Lishu was so angry that she raised her palm and fanned it to his face, but Song Qiancheng grabbed her hand, and the palm did not go down.

How could Song Qiancheng be ruthless to such a point, if she was really pregnant, it would be his child, this child was sentenced to death by him before he was born, and he would become a tool of revenge.

What a sad thing to do.

Wen Lishu was angry and distressed, and there were thousands of words in his heart that he wanted to scold him, but in the end, he said the opposite, which was as ruthless as him.

"Don't worry, don't bother you to do it yourself, if I really have it, I will also lose it, if I want to give birth to a son and a half daughter with you, I would rather die. ”

Wen Lishu was angry, and what she said was angry, but while she was angry with Song Qiancheng, she was hurt the most.

A woman talks about her child, and only she knows the heart-wrenching pain, but Song Qiancheng only farts when she says it, and she behaves quite freely.

He chuckled and said ruthlessly: "You let me worry so much, and you don't even let me worry about the money to go to the hospital, then I'll let you have a few more." ”

What a terrible thing, he can say that one is not enough, but a few, she has opened her eyes today, and Song Qiancheng is afraid that it is really hopeless.

But these were not enough, he continued to pierce her heart sentence by sentence, and said in the most vicious words: "Since we can't love each other, let's go to hell together, and from now on, you will flow once a month until I don't hate you." ”

After finishing speaking, Song Qiancheng no longer gave her a chance to break free, and it was more tragic than any time.