"Huh? But I'm in trouble right now...... She was still in the dessert shop. ”

The speed of the white warm car did not decrease, but accelerated by a few points.

"I just called, in the dessert shop, the person who answered the phone was not her."

If her conjecture is okay......

So now......

Tang Yimian should be the ending of life and death.

"I'll go back now!"

Song Yiyi hung the antelope talk, and the two of them went to the dessert shop.

In the dessert shop, Tang Yimian sat on the ground on the side, his hands were tied, and his face was pale.

His face was still red and swollen, a little haggard.

"Where's Yiyi?" The man sitting on the sofa was well-dressed, with a smile in his eyes, but the fine lines at the corners of his eyes always made people feel that this person had a chill on him.

A chilly feeling.

Tang Yimian didn't speak, only lowered his eyes and looked at the hem of his skirt, drooping his head, extremely weak.

The man stood up, walked up to her, pulled his trouser legs, stared at her pretty face, and reached out to pinch her chin.

"It's pretty." He said this in an unclear tone, and there was a faint coldness in his eyes.

That kind of look is like a poisonous snake crawling out of the ground, little by little, spitting out letters and swimming on you.

Tang Yimian shuddered.

"I thought it was your whole man." The man squinted, pinched her chin hard with his fingers, sneered, the tip of his tongue touched Lin's cheeks, and there was a sarcasm in his eyes, "The mouth is very hard, but what I am best at is dealing with women with hard mouths." ”

After the man finished saying this, he didn't wait for Tang Yimian to come back to his senses, grabbed her hair, and dragged her the ground, Tang Yimian's knees hit the ground, and the pain made her face even paler.

Two hours earlier, the man had pushed open the door of the dessert shop and looked around without seeing anyone he wanted to see.

As soon as she came out with the prepared dessert, the man walked over and took advantage of her inattention, and the knife went directly to her waist.

So it became the current situation.

"Do you know how I used to beat her?" The man stood in front of her condescendingly, with a polite appearance, and now he felt a little crazy.

There was a hint of rage in his eyes.

Tang Yimian looked at him forbearingly.

"In this way, I scalded her with boiling water." The man turned on the faucet and rushed towards Tang Yimian.

The water in the shower was cold at first, but then it slowly became hotter and hotter, and she struggled to the side, but the man held her shoulder.

"She used to run away, but then I told her that after showing her face, she wouldn't run."

"She asked me to beat, let me scold, and she can't do without me, are you cheap?" The man laughed maniacally, the shower in his hand was unstable, and the water was everywhere.

The skin on Tang Yimian's body was burned red, and the whole person was pink.

Her hands behind her back slowly tightened, and her eyes were red.

She knew that Yiyi had a husband and that her husband was abusing her, so she tried to love her.

But now that she heard from this man's mouth that Song Yiyi didn't come out of the past, she only felt cold.

The coldness rose from the bottom of her heart, and she looked at the hideous-looking man, the hands tied behind his back, struggling little by little.

Little by little, the fragments of the palm cut the rope and also cut her hand.

Blood soaked the rope and stained a piece of her clothes red.

People always have a bottom line, either a person or a thing.

As long as it exists, it cannot be touched.