The Silly Ex-Wife of the Infernal Chief

"Second prince, when will His Majesty come back? I want him to meet my daughter first." When hearing that sentence from His Majesty, the woman who had been looking at An Qiluo just now lowered her head, And An Qiluo definitely saw the light in her eyes.

He was still smiling, but the smile was unexpectedly stiff. It turned out that he had misunderstood.It's really self-indulgent.

"He will be back soon, so please go back first, and I will notify you if he comes back."

Angelo stood up, and the order to dismiss the guest was very tactful.

The woman pulled her father's clothes, and the two walked out.

Only An Qiluo stared at the backs of the two of them indifferently.

Everything is Andrew, because he is the eldest brother, so he has everything here?It's really not fair.

He turned around and sat on the sofa again, picked up the half-cold cup of coffee, and took a sip. Compared with the hot one, it was really bitter.

Putting down the cup in his hand heavily, he stood up and walked out of the living room. His footsteps echoed in the quiet living room, especially heavy.

When he walked out, it was natural that people kept saluting to him. No matter what his reputation was, it would not affect whether people liked him or not.

Because he is still the honorable second prince, and when the king is not around, he is the highest ruler here. He suddenly laughed out loud, and the harsh voice pierced the air around him.

And his footsteps are even faster, because there is still a small snack waiting for him to eat in his room at this time, just think of those green eyes, small developing chest, and incomparably fair skin, With the terrified expression on her face, he felt his body tense up again.

He will enjoy his little snack well. He has been looking for it for a long time, but this time, it is still a surprise that he can't imagine.

Pushing open the door, there is no one and nothing can stop him now, his thin lips proudly lifted up, and the door of the inner room opened.

But he stood at the door, and a bloody smell spread throughout the room, which made him feel a sudden chill in his heart. The little girl sat on the ground, wrapped herself in the clothes he tore into pieces, and When he heard the sound of the door, his body trembled slightly, and then he was like a dead person, unable to see any vitality.

There were vases all over the ground, and the corner of his eye twitched. His [-]th century vase was a priceless antique. This damned woman actually smashed his most beloved vase.

If he doesn't torture her well today, he won't be named An Qiluo, he will even count the vase on her, and of course the silver one, as he said, she really has a long face good face.

It is really rare that he can like it so much.

"Little girl, you are so courageous, that vase would not be enough to sell you a hundred times," An Qiluo walked forward, and kicked the vase fragments on the ground with his feet, which were really in the way.

He squatted down, put his fingers on Lotte's head, and stroked her hair. He didn't feel anything. She really was a woman with a bad taste. What he liked most was women's hair, especially with Slightly curled, it is simply a pleasure to hold in the hand.

She really made him less fun.

And Lotte just let him touch it, without struggling at all, she now considers herself dead.

It's really a strange temper, Angelo put down his hand, he hadn't thought about making this little girl his own so quickly, he finally got such a treasure, of course he wanted to play well Just a little bit, otherwise I'm really sorry for myself.

It's so funny, I'm used to the yelling of women, I've seen too many women smiling and submissive, this kind of silence.It's the first time I met him, so it must be very fun in a while.

He suddenly passed Lotte's slender shoulders, but when he saw her face, his pupils shrank suddenly, and then he let her go quickly.

"What the hell did you do?" An Qiluo immediately stood up. His heart was still hot just now, but it felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured on him, making him feel cold from head to toe. What interest did he say? .

Lotte raised her head, her white maid uniform was already stained with blood, and there was a deep gash on her face, although the blood was no longer flowing, but the wound was particularly sharp on her fair little face. shocking.

She picked up the fragment of the vase in her hand, her lips were also powerlessly pale, her eyes looked blankly at the standing man, the initial fear, but at this moment, she was afraid of nothing, because she no longer had any She felt it, she didn't know the pain, and she wasn't afraid of the pain anymore.

"Don't you like this face? If I don't have this face, would you still like it?" Her green eyes were wide open, but this time she didn't cry anymore.

"You damn woman, how dare you destroy it, how dare you..." An Qiluo widened his eyes, unable to believe that this woman would do such a thing, she ruined her face, She was so ruthless that she ruined her face.

He kicked Lotte's body fiercely, and Lotte fell to the ground, her eyes just stared at her, the eyes were empty without any color, and the piece of green gradually turned black.

It really doesn't hurt anymore.

She just looked up at An Qiluo, she had never hated anyone, because in her 15 years of life, there was only love, no hate, no one taught her that hate was nothing, and no one told her, it turns out There is a kind of pain that will be numb.

"If you like it, I will destroy it." The blood had already stained the clothes on her chest, and the redness hurt someone's eyes.

Destroyed, An Qiluo crazily picked up another vase on the side, and smashed it on the ground vigorously. This was also his favorite, but he was already mad with anger.

"Okay, even if you are destroyed, then I will completely destroy you," he stepped forward suddenly, tearing off Lotte's clothes, and Lotte just picked up the fragments of the vase in his hand.

"I will destroy what you like, both on the face and the body." She just looked at An Qiluo's face, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger.

"I will do whatever you want," she kept repeating.

An Qiluo let him go. Seeing this face, there was only one kind of anger in his heart, a kind of anger that wanted to strangle this woman to death. He turned around and smashed all the things in the room. Hate imperfect things, what a good toy, ruined like this,

She is using such a decisive method, is her heart made of iron?