My husband is a wife

Chapter 178 I Will Poison You To Death

Zhan Beichen struggled, leaned against the head of the bed, reached out, picked up a bowl of porridge, brought it to his lips, and took a sip.

It's sweet, it's actually sweet, and it's so sweet that it touches your heart and lungs...

He had long thought that there must be something abnormal in the porridge, but he didn't expect it to be sweet. Zhan Beichen took a sip without frowning, raised his head, and finished the bowl of so sweet porridge.

Qin Wushuang's eyes widened suddenly, and he stared at him with disbelief, thinking that he would throw a bowl at her and scold her angrily, ordering her to do it again. Of course, there were only the two of them in the villa at the moment, and she would definitely not listen to it again. He ordered to act, but unexpectedly, he actually drank all of it...

"I didn't expect you to like sweets." Qin Wushuang regretted, knowing that she should put a handful of salt in it and salt him to death.

Zhan Beichen put the bowl back on the tray, smoked a cigarette, put it in his mouth, picked up the lighter and lit it, and said flatly: "I hate eating sweet food the most."

"Really, I hate it and eat it so happily." Qin Wushuang said sarcastically.

Zhan Beichen took a puff of cigarette, turned to the other side, exhaled the smoke, and then turned back, staring at her with unfathomable eyes: "Even if what you are offering me now is a bowl of poison, I will eat it. "

Qin Wushuang's heart skipped a beat, he clenched his fists hard, bit his lower lip, and stared at him: "What are you doing, don't think that I will forgive you for the harm you caused me in the past, I won't."

Zhan Beichen took a deep puff of his cigarette, stared at her deeply, and suddenly coughed: "Cough cough cough..."

He was injured, and he was still smoking so hard, did he want to die? Qin Wushuang clenched his fist even harder, put it behind him, cough, cough, it's better to cough through his lungs.

Zhan Beichen coughed badly. Within a moment, the corners of his mouth were coughing up bloodshot eyes. Seeing that he wanted to smoke, Qin Wushuang couldn't bear it any longer. He strode forward and pulled out the cigarette from his mouth with one hand. Put it into the ashtray, and then dump all the cigarettes in his cigarette case into the trash can.

Zhan Beichen didn't stop her, but just watched from the sidelines, stretched out his fingers, wiped the blood from his lips, and smiled coldly: "Qin Wushuang, don't you think it's cheap to care so much about the lives of your enemies?"

Qin Wushuang's movements froze for a moment, then he threw the cigarette case in his hand into the trash can viciously, slapped him in the face with his backhand, and shouted a little angrily: "Who cares about your life, I'm just worried If you die, your subordinates will regard me as a murderer."

The palm print on the other side of his face has not disappeared, and now there is a new one, Zhan Beichen's silent eyes suddenly flashed a savage light, his palm suddenly clasped her wrist, and pulled hard...

"Ah..." Qin Wushuang screamed in horror, how could she forget that the rotten ship still had three nails, even if Zhan Beichen was seriously injured, but he was a man who existed like a god, how could she let a little woman like her repeatedly Presumptuously, she stared at him in horror.

"You woman, I'll give you three points of color, and you're here to open the dyeing workshop." After a bowl of sweet porridge, his weak body has recovered a little energy, which is enough to deal with her, Zhan Beichen stared at her deeply and fiercely , that cold tone was dangerous beyond borders.

"You..." Qin Wushuang bit her lower lip and glared angrily. Now that he wants her to take care of him, she dared to be so arrogant and domineering. She glared at him, "You better not let me find poison here, otherwise, I will definitely Will poison you."

(End of this chapter)