Domestication of dear wives: AA system for wealthy transactions

However, Deputy Mayor Xia's taste is really serious... Underage, I'm going to fuck your sister, she's a beast in clothes, an absolute beast in clothes!

Compared with his appearance, Liancheng's elegant appearance is much more normal.

At least I like adult women, and I won't come to any SM, these two are already very good.

Rongyan grabbed Liancheng Yazhi's hand, looked into his eyes, and said seriously: "Mr. Liancheng, I suddenly discovered that you are really very nice."

Liancheng Yazhi gave Rongyan a discerning smile.

After a while, he said again: "Kang Chen is already married." And even though... married is the same as not married, and he hasn't had intercourse for two years after marriage, being his wife is not as comfortable as being a widow.

"Ah, I didn't expect him to look so young to be married...but what does that have to do with me?"

"Cough...it's nothing interesting, just to tell you." In case, one day I don't want you anymore, you turn around and look for them.

"Oh……"

The two fell asleep unknowingly while chatting with each other.

The wall clock on the wall is going one o'clock, five o'clock in the morning.

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Rong Yan and Lian Chengya were sleeping in the warm blanket, very sweet, but Rong Jia, who was lying on the cold street, was experiencing the most painful moment in her life.

She didn't know how long she had been in a coma, and finally woke up from the pain...

After waking up, I immediately looked at my fingers. The index finger was completely gone. There was only a pool of blood on the ground, a piece of minced meat and broken bones that could no longer be put together.

Where is the middle finger? Maybe it's not working?

Looking at her hands, Rong Jia let out a cry of pain and wailed, "My hand, my hand...why, why...who on earth did it?"

At five o'clock in the morning, the residents of this generation got up early and planned to go to morning exercises. The sound of Rong Jia crying loudly attracted a few elders and aunts. Seeing Rong Jia's miserable appearance, they cried out Out of kindness, she sent Rong Jia to the nearest small private clinic, knocked on the door with great effort, and then left with a sigh.

When the doctor in the small clinic saw Yan's hand, he almost fainted from fright. He had seen someone with a broken finger before, but this was the first time he saw such a bloody scene, it was too appalling.

The doctor said to Rong Jia: "Gu Liang, I can't treat your hand injury, and I don't dare. The last thing I want to do is to disinfect you, clean it up, and bandage it up. You still need to go to a big hospital."

Rong Jia's face was as pale as a ghost, she was weak and weak from the pain that had long tortured her, cold sweat broke out layer by layer, and the sweater skirt on her upper body could wring out water.

She didn't even have the energy to answer what the doctor said.

In the end the doctor shivered and wrapped her hands into rice dumplings. Seeing that the pain was unbearable, he gave her painkillers.

Rong Jia shivered and swallowed the painkiller, she didn't leave immediately because she had no strength.

Half an hour later, the painkillers finally started to take effect. Rong Jia drank twice as much hot water, and only then did she recover a little strength. She felt that her legs could walk, so she quickly left the clinic by leaning on the wall. She wanted to go home quickly. .

When she was sitting just now, she had already thought about it and almost knew who did it.

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