Den.

Tang Mo sat in a wheelchair with his back to the bookshelf.

From his direction, he could clearly see the petite figure.

The wife he married was really petite.

It's not short, it's about 160.

It's just that she's too thin to look like she can't hold it.

So, it looks particularly small.

At this moment, she knelt at the door of the villa, her slender back straight.

She didn't say a word, pursed her pink lips slightly, as if she was protesting silently.

Tang Mo could almost read from her what she wanted to express.

He knew his suspicion had hurt her.

But how was he going to trust her?

It is an indisputable fact that she deceived him.

And the last thing he can tolerate is deception.

However, this woman violated his taboo.

Just teach her a lesson.

Guan Baixue, you can't blame me! The corners of Tang Mo's lips were lightly hooked, drawing a cold arc.

The red liquid swaying in his hand shimmered with a bloodthirsty light.

Tang Yi stood aside, and he didn't dare to breathe.

The master's mind has always been unfathomable.

Downstairs.

Guan Baixue knelt there, letting the wind and rain bully.

The thin body was shaky, but he still stubbornly straightened his waist.

There was a sharp pain in his knee.

When she was acupuncture with the old Chinese medicine, she tried the most needles on her knees.

Now kneeling on this hard marble floor, touching the wound, it is in great pain.

Her already pale little face was bleak at the moment.

Chapped lips with bluish-purple tinges.

She didn't beg for mercy.

Because she doesn't feel like she's at fault.

And what makes Guan Baixue sad is that she treats him as her husband, but he treats her as a maid.

Heh, maid?

These two words, like being nailed to the pillar of shame, are deeply rooted in Guan Baixue's heart.

He could not forgive her for her painstaking efforts.

But he couldn't humiliate her like that.

Guan Baixue bit her lip stubbornly, and everything in front of her was almost blurred.

Afraid of one's own shadow.

The rain was falling with a roar.

Her small body was forced to meet its baptism.

It hurts, it hurts.

When the rain hits the wound, it feeds salt to the wound, and it hurts to drill the bones.

Yu's mother stomped her feet in the house.

If it goes on like this, she won't be able to stand it.

She has been sick for a few days, where can she withstand the toss.

The eldest young master, the eldest young master, the eldest young grandmother went out without permission, and she also wanted to heal your legs.

Why are you so ruthless?

She wants to save the grandmother.

However, who would dare to disobey the order of the eldest young master?

Then.

Guan Baixue's body was planted to the side.

Before plunging into darkness.

She heard Yu's mother's anxious screams.

"Grandma fainted!"

In the panic, a dark fragrance rushed into the wings of the nose.

Tang Mo scooped her into his chest.

Lin Yifan rushed over.

Looking at the pale girl on the bed.

His pretty eyes deepened.

"What did you do to her again?"

She is not Guan Meixue's business, a few of them already know.

I heard that this girl named Guan Baixue has a very poor background.

However, it is a fact that she deceived Tang Mo.

Tang Mo's temperament he knows best.

He does not trust others easily, nor does he allow others to deceive him.

Otherwise, the end will be miserable.

It's not easy for her to stay alive.

Tang Mo sat on the side, his handsome face tense.

"What can I do to her?"

"She brought it all upon herself."

Lin Yifan shook his head.

The slender hand tried to lift the futon.

Tang Mo's eyes turned pale, and he buckled him, "What are you doing?" ”

"Check."

He felt a little speechless.

"Check it, check it, don't move your hands and feet!"

Lin Yifan waved his hand and almost vomited blood.

How do you check if you don't use your hands and feet?

"Okay, here you go."

Tang Mo was suspicious.

But Lin Yifan must have his reasons for doing this.

So, he took his place.

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