1801 Am I Not Pretty Anymore?
"What about me and her is my business and her, you dare to do it in front of me, you can't help but ignore me!" Su Mohan's voice was very deep, and when he was swept away by his gaze, Jin Yuwei was a little afraid.
The atmosphere in the private room was tense for a while, Concubine Ye watched this scene quietly, as if this battle had nothing to do with her, stared at Jin Yuwei and Su Mohan for a while, and spit out a mouthful of wine without fear of death, and sprayed it directly on Jin Yuwei's neck.
"Ahh——!h You slut! I'm going to kill! ”
The wet liquid rolled down Jin Yuwei's neck, this always strong woman was like an angry lion at the moment, constantly trying to break free of Su Mohan's hand, and threw herself towards Concubine Ye, her eyes were scarlet, and her nails scratched Su Mohan's wrist, scratching a bloody mark.
But where would Su Mohan give her a chance, his big hand pinched her like an iron tong, not only did he not let her get close to Concubine Ye, but he threw her out at once!
After stumbling a few steps, Jin Yuwei still failed to stabilize her figure after all, and fell on the coffee table all of a sudden, instantly overturning the coffee table.
In an instant, there was a loud bang in the room, the heavy glass shattered to the ground, Jin Yuwei made a muffled sound, a lot of blood flowed out of her arm, and the sharp glass pierced the skin, making her expression more and more hideous.
Su Mohan's brows furrowed a little, and he looked at her and stopped talking, but finally did not speak.
Seeing his expression, Jin Yuwei's expression still did not ease, but she just stared at him deadly, like a man-eating devil.
But Concubine Ye on the side couldn't feel the tension here at all, and laughed unknowingly on the sofa: "Hahaha, Jin Yuwei, you are too heavy, so the coffee table was crushed by you......"
"Shut up!" Su Mohan spoke sharply, and his tone was fierce.
Concubine Ye's tears poured out again in an instant, her lips were flattened, she didn't dare to make a sound, and a pair of watery eyes fell on him, very aggrieved.
Su Mohan's gaze fell on Jin Yuwei and said coldly: "Go out and bandage!" ”
Jin Yuwei slowly got up from the ground, glanced at Su Mohan deeply, and finally said to Concubine Ye with a gloomy gaze: "One day you will regret it." ”
After the words fell, Jin Yuwei turned around and left with an ugly face, and there were a lot of blood stains on her body.
Until she also left, there were only two people left in the room, Su Mohan and Concubine Ye.
Su Mohan turned his head, looked at the somewhat drunk woman who fell on the sofa, and said in a deep voice, "Get up." ”
"I'm sorry." Concubine Ye's eyes were a little straight, and she was already a little drowsy lying on the sofa, as if she didn't realize who she was talking to at all.
Su Mohan was really angry this time, stepped forward and pinched her wrist and said angrily: "Get up!" ”
"No --!" Concubine Ye's voice was also a little louder, and she shook off Su Mohan and continued to lie on the sofa.
Su Mohan's lungs were almost blown up, if one day he died with a whimper, don't think about it, it must not have been killed by someone else with a bullet, nor did he die by some accident, he must have been killed by this woman!
The burning gaze fell on her bean paste powder skirt, her chest was too low, her waist was semi-transparent, and the skirt was extremely short, only covering her round little buttocks, and her anger was not in one place: "The Su family has no clothes!" Let you dress like this! ”
Concubine Ye just blinked at him, and reacted for a while before she spoke, "Am I not beautiful anymore?" ”