The color of the ruby is as vivid as blood.

The burgundy dress flawlessly outlines the woman's voluptuous curves, the thick and silky black wavy long curls are scattered over the shoulders and neck, and the ruby necklace dotted between the delicate collarbones flows with a faint glow.

Depicting an elegant and light makeup face, the woman lowered her eyes and stared coldly at the face that fell to the ground: "Miss Rong, what does it feel like to be trampled under the feet of others and wantonly humiliated?" Do you feel angry and humiliated? She secretly exerted her strength, crushing the delicate skin under her feet.

"You, you slut!" Yan Yan grabbed the woman's ankle in embarrassment, trying to break free from the back of his hand that was trampled and pressed under the other party's feet: "Don't lift your feet quickly, vixen, you dare to treat me like this, see how my mother will clean you up in the future!" ”

Hearing this, the bewitching woman caressing her long ink-colored curls like seaweed, and her lips slightly opened to reveal elegant and vicious words: "Huh...... Coquette. I don't remember how many times you mother and daughter have scolded me from beginning to end, you two are not bored, and I still hate dirty ears. ”

Piercing bruises appeared on the back of the girl's white and delicate hands, delicate silver high heels sometimes crushed the skin under her feet, and the clear reflection on the smooth mirror-like floor tiles showed a painful look on her face.

"Slut, if you hadn't seduced my father, how could my mother treat you like that, everything is your own fault, and you can't blame others at all!" Rong Yan suddenly raised her head and glared at the woman, and the piercing pain soaked in the limbs from the back of her hand, making her look extremely terrifying.

The girl's sharp and caustic words flowed loudly in the quiet and tranquil clothing store, which caught several surrounding guests off guard, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back, with a palpitating look on their faces, and stopped to look at the scene in front of them.

The burgundy hip-wrapping fishtail skirt outlines a fascinating plump and charming color, and the bewitching woman plays with a strand of black hair wrapped around her fingertips, and her beautiful eyes are lowered to reveal a deep resentment: "I seduced your father, and I am to blame?" Haha, that's a big joke! ”

She suddenly increased the strength of her feet, and the silver high heels mercilessly crushed the back of the girl's delicate hand: "Miss Rong is really a noble person, how forgetful!" ”

The bewitching woman gritted her teeth, and after slowly saying such a sentence word by word, her eyes stared at the face under her feet with cold and resentful eyes: "Since Miss Rong has forgotten what happened back then, then you might as well let me tell the truth of the things back then, word by word!" ”

At this point, she looked around and found that instead of leaving, the customers in the store stopped and watched them with great interest, and even the originally bustling streets and pedestrians who passed by involuntarily gathered around the door of the clothing store.

"Look, so many people are watching a good show, so naturally I have to come up with highlights worth watching, so as not to live up to your time, as well as Miss Rong and Mrs. Rong...... The love and care for me back then! The originally coquettish voice deliberately emphasized the tone at the end of the words, and there was a heart-rending silence when it fell into everyone's ears.

The distorted and hideous expression of her face suddenly froze for a moment, and then she involuntarily lowered her head to escape the cold and resentful gaze of the bewitching woman, and the panicked and frightened emotions were deeply impregnated on the beautiful face, and the light yellow chiffon skirt bloomed in layers like a blooming flower.

She struggled almost hand and foot together, fleeing, knowing that it was futile but still holding the ankle of the bewitching woman tightly with her other hand, trying to free her right hand from being trampled under the high heels.

The dazzling bruises became more and more profound with the increasing force, and the same as the bruises were the sad and frightened voices of the faces: "What are you talking about, what are you talking about!" What happened back then, you vixen who seduced other people's husbands, don't stop talking, stop talking! ”

The originally charming and bright girl seemed to be crazy, ignoring the dust and dirt on the floor tiles, and writhing her body and rolling around on it in embarrassment: "I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen, you lying vixen, slut, slut!" ”

"Slut...... The real sluts should be you! The bewitching woman bowed her head gracefully, depicting a delicate and beautiful gaze staring at her crazy face without blinking.

"If you hadn't pushed me down the stairs of the hospital, how could I have miscarried and lost the first child that was supposed to be born in this world!" Her eyes stared at her face with a frightened look, and her voice suddenly changed from the initial coquettishness to sharpness.

Rong Yan Yan was instantly shocked into a cold sweat when he heard this.

She fell to the ground in embarrassment, held up her cold and weak limbs, raised her head, and vetoed in a mournful voice: "You are talking nonsense! You slut, don't spew blood here! The delicate eyes depicted by the face were wide open, and under the extreme horror and fear, a faint red blood streaked all over the clear pupils.

"You lost your child by accident, what does it have to do with me and my mother? You don't spew people with blood, I tell you, I'm not afraid of your nonsense, nonsense, if you don't hold back your mouth, don't blame me for being rude! She refuted the delicate woman with a fierce voice, and her wide eyes showed terrifying bloodshots, which were very hideous and distorted from a distance.

The burgundy skirt fluttered slightly with the woman's swaying steps, and the delicate silver high heels slowly restrained the force that crushed the skin of the face, and then gently and forcefully stepped on the smooth and mirror-like floor tiles.

The slender line of the waist is gracefully writhing, and the ruby necklace flows quietly in the middle of the delicate white collarbone, flowing with a vivid blood-like radiance.

"It's a bloody mouth, and it's nothing." The delicate woman stared at the bruises on the back of the girl's hand, which was obviously such a dazzling color, but when it caught her eyes, it brought her joyful pleasure: "Yanyan, you and your mother are really all the way, and this ability to reverse right and wrong is really unmatched." ”

The delicate woman walked around her face without hurrying, condescendingly staring at the girl who was prostrate on the ground, and her tone revealed extreme disgust and resentment: "The funny thing is that I always thought that the incident was just a sudden accident, but I didn't think that I would slowly find out after I got out of the pain of losing my child, this is from beginning to end, one by one, it is clearly a conspiracy that your mother and son have been planning for a long time!" ”

A tear slowly flowed down from the corner of his eye.

Clear tears slid down the corners of her eyes like beads of broken threads, snaking down the woman's smooth skin, and brushing lightly over her orange lipstick-smeared red lips, leaving only a touch of saltiness.

"It's still a little life still in the womb, he's still so small, so fragile, but before I can give birth to him and see what he looks like, my child is gone, gone!" The white teeth bit the delicate lip tightly, and the woman stared at her face with resentment and unwillingness, and her voice was bitter and painful.

She suddenly bent down and grabbed Rong Yanyan's long hair, forced the other party to raise his head and look at his eyes, word by word, extremely resentful and gritted his teeth, and said slowly: "Rong Yanyan, do you know the feeling when you are alone in a pool of sticky and cold blood, and the child in your womb is passing away bit by bit?" ”

The tingling sensation came from the root of the spontaneous face, and Rong Yanyan raised his arm to grasp the wrist of the delicate woman, and held the vain and weak body sarcastically: "How can I understand that feeling, and I am not my child." And even if you gave birth to that child back then, he was just a nameless wild seed like you! ”

She deliberately accentuated the tone of the word 'wild seed', and looked at the delicate woman's painful expression with cold and happy eyes: "Since you are a wild seed, there is no need to survive, the province is as miserable and humble as you, and you live in the world." In the final analysis, you should also thank me and my mother for teaching you back then, if it wasn't for my mother who taught you back then, how could you learn to be well-behaved and sensible, and know to get out of Xuan City with money! ”

Before the words fell, a crisp slap suddenly interrupted Rong Yanyan's vicious and sarcastic words.

The bewitching woman grabbed her long hair with one hand, and waved it mercilessly with the other hand, condensing the strength of almost her whole body, with all her resentment and disgust, and simply and neatly hit the girl's delicate cheeks.

The hot stinging sensation gradually soaked in the texture, and Yan Yan was caught off guard and slapped this ruthless slap firmly, even the long hair held in the hand by the bewitching woman, and the head that was originally suppressed by the other party to the point of immobility were also sideways under this fierce and ruthless force.

The blank face in her mind sat silently on the floor tiles for a moment, until a warm liquid snaked down the corner of her mouth, and she gradually came to her senses.

She raised her hand and gently stroked the stinging hot lips, and the thick blood stained on her fingertips deeply stung her eyes: "Slut, slut!" You dare to hit me, why do you beat me! Do you know who I am! The face stared at the bewitching woman with a hideous face, and her long, messy curly hair was sticky to her shoulders and neck under the sweat stain.

"It doesn't matter who you are, you have beaten all the fights, do you still need a reason?" The delicate woman gathered her thick and gorgeous long curly hair, and while she lowered her eyes and stared at her face, she untied a light red ribbon tied around her wrist, and tied her loose and fluttering black hair with elegant movements.