At half past seven in the evening, Wen Lishu came out of the studio, she took photos for a day today, and her face was sour.

Taking out her phone from her pocket, the screen alerted her to an unread text message, she clicked on it and read it, "Come to Xiangli Hotel at eight o'clock." ”

The sender is Song Qiancheng, her newlywed husband.

There was less than half an hour before eight o'clock, and she didn't dare to delay any time, so she immediately set off to the hotel to find him.

I rushed to the end, but it still exceeded the agreed time.

Wen Lishu panted and went to the door of his room, only to knock on the door, and the door panel opened.

A strong arm stretched out and dragged her into the room, Song Qiancheng half-squinted his eyes and said gloomily, "You're late." ”

Wen Lishu wanted to say that she had done her best, but before the words could be spoken, his voice popped out first.

"Get on your knees!"

Wen Lishu looked at him in disbelief, his ears buzzing.

She hesitated and didn't move, Song Qiancheng had already pressed her shoulders directly with a pair of big palms, forcing her to kneel.

Wen Lishu couldn't bear the weight he had exerted, and as soon as his legs bent, he fell to his knees on the ground.

If it weren't for the pain in her knees, she really thought it would be a dream, but dreams will always have a moment of waking up, but reality will not.

She knelt down, her head down and choked aggrievedly.

Song Qiancheng drank a lot of wine tonight, and the smell of alcohol mixed with him was also the truth after drinking, and everything he said now was from the bottom of his heart.

"What do you have to be wronged about, I was so good to you back then, but you united with your father to destroy my family. He looked at her condescendingly, and asked with a blushing face.

I really wanted to tell Song Qiancheng that she didn't betray him back then, but just red lips, and only replaced it with a sentence: "I'm sorry." ”

If it weren't for her father who killed Song Qiancheng and had nothing, his mother would not have died of illness in the hospital, in the final analysis, she still has to be responsible.

Speaking of the past, her tears were a little turbulent, but Song Qiancheng was very disgusted by her tears, and he ordered in a cold voice: "Hold back your tears immediately." ”

Wen Lishu tried her best to hold back, but she still couldn't stop her tears.

Song Qiancheng leaned down in annoyance, reached out to pinch her cheek, and turned her head in one direction with brute force.

As far as the eye could see, there was an irregular coffee table, above which was a transparent square box, and the candle strings contained in it, as well as a series of items she couldn't name.

She looked at the box and was frightened, but Song Qiancheng was ruthless, "Since you like to cry so much, then choose two things yourself, and I'll let you cry enough." ”

Wen Lishu reacted and resisted: "I don't want it." ”

"You don't have the right to say no. His fierce eyes were like a demon, "If you don't choose, put it all on." ”

In this way, it is undoubtedly the most heartfelt blow to Wen Lishu.

How could he have become so extreme.

thinks that back then, he was a typical handsome son, but now, he is only ruthless, making her strange and terrifying.

Wen Lishu pursed her lips and looked at him with tears in her eyes, delusionally hoping that she could touch the last bit of pity in his heart.

However, it was she who thought too much about herself, and Song Qiancheng did not intend to let her go.

He grabbed her wrist with one hand, pulled her up from the ground, and pulled her inside.

Wen Lishu was dragged by Song Qiancheng and thrown onto the black sofa like a thread-pulling doll, and he had rolled up his sleeves and was about to go to the box to get something.

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