"I'm going to kill you!" Fang Sihui turned her head and searched the room, picking up the lamp on the window.

Antai saw that the matter was big, and he was busy going up to stop it, Gu Sang condensed the opportunity, endured the pain of the soul body being torn and got on Antai's body, and gave Fang Sihui a slap with his backhand, and slapped the person on the side of the bed, and the table lamp she was holding also fell to the side, and even the plug and wire were ripped to the ground.

In the next moment, Gu Sanning was shocked and flew out, blood flowed out of the seven orifices, and the soul body was a degree thinner, so transparent that it almost dissipated.

Fang Sihui hugged her head hysterically and screamed, got up from the ground, and scuffled with Antai without saying anything.

Antai was slapped twice before he came back to his senses, and his anger rose for a while, and he didn't have any sense of proportion.

This pain stimulated Fang Sihui's nerves even more, and she hit all parts of Antai's body as if she was desperate, seemingly out of order, but in fact, Antai couldn't resist it.

The quarrel upstairs did not attract the attention of the people downstairs, on this day, Fang Yuehua was not there, and the other servants were also doing the work at hand, and they did not dare to go upstairs to touch the mold.

The tearing of the two people was still vigorous, and the small room could hardly accommodate them, so they moved closer to the windowsill as they fought.

Gu Sang Ning squinted slightly, noticed the timing, and was about to think about doing it, when the wire under the corner of the table was pulled away, and the lamp was wrapped under the corner of the table, but one end of the line was in An Sheng's hand.

When Antai was defeated and retreated, the black wire suddenly hung in the air and tightened, prompting others to stumble and stumble a big step, and half of their bodies threw themselves out of the window sill, but fortunately they grabbed the window edge in time. Second Chinese Network

Antai stared at the courtyard some distance below, and before he could rejoice, a pair of hands touched his chest and pushed hard, and in the dilated pupils, his wife's smile with vengeful pleasure was reflected in it.

The floors of the old-fashioned bungalows are much higher than ordinary houses, and the distance from the second floor to the first floor is less than five meters.

Everything in the room calmed down, and Fang Sihui burst out laughing, the shrill laughter like a fingernail cutting through the glass, so piercing that one wanted to cover one's ears.

Smiling and smiling, Fang Sihui rested, her eyes rolled, her eyes looked at An Sheng faintly, her expression softened strangely, and she beckoned to him, and her tone was extremely gentle: "Good son, come to Mom." ”

Gu Sanning watched with a sluggish breath and shook his head towards An Sheng.

An Sheng uncharacteristically stretched out his hand to Fang Sihui and called dryly: "Mom." ”

The smile on Fang Sihui's face froze, looking at An Sheng's swollen face, a panicked look suddenly appeared on her face, and immediately walked quickly to An Sheng, stretched out her hand and gently stroked his face, "What's wrong?" Good son, did Dad beat you again? ”

Gu Sanning stood not far away and looked at this scene, secretly relieved, as long as Fang Sihui regarded An Sheng as her own flesh and blood, An Sheng would not be in danger for the time being.

An Sheng didn't speak, Fang Sihui only thought that he was frightened, and his five fingers trembled lightly and stroked the left side of An Sheng's face, and the nails were still embedded with the dirt of the flesh foam mixed with blood from An Tai's body.

"My son is not afraid, my mother is here." Fang Sihui hugged An Sheng, as if she was going to sink his small body into his body, strangled to death.