My husband is a wife

Chapter 224 She Must Win

"Finally you have spoken your truth." Qin Wushuang sneered on his cold lips, "When I am hungry, give me a piece of bread, and when I want to eat, take it away and throw it on the ground, ruthlessly Stomping hard, that's how you can think of torturing me right now, isn't it?"

"You..." Zhan Beichen's breath was stagnant, his heart felt like being pricked by needles, and he felt a dull pain. He spent huge sums of money to customize the best piano for her, and sent people to find the rare piano scores. In her eyes, it became a means of torturing her. His low voice, depressing, sinister, and stern, "Yes, you are right, I just want to lift you up to heaven, and then I will beat you hard." If you are dragged into hell, you are enlightened."

His hand was so strong that it hurt her, but instead of struggling, she hooked her lips, showing a poignant and enchanting smile: "Zhan Beichen, no matter what methods you use, you can't hurt me." Everything has been destroyed, including body and mind and dignity, she has nothing left to be plundered by him.

Her smile was so desperate that it almost burst his heart, he closed his heavy eyes, not wanting to see her eyes that seemed to be hollowed out.

He didn't let go until he heard footsteps outside, and walked away quickly.

Qin Wushuang lost his support and slumped to the ground, clutching his collar tightly, terrified and desperate...

"Miss..." Tang Xin stepped into the hall, looked at the piano scores scattered all over the floor, and Qin Wushuang, who was sitting on the ground with a pale face, suddenly turned pale with fright, rushed in quickly, and supported her, "What are you doing?" Now, what happened?"

Qin Wushuang came back from the panic, looked at Tang Xin who was full of worry, couldn't help hugging her immediately, and burst into tears of grief.

That man, what is he going to do to let her go, no matter how much her mother owes him, it should be enough these days.

"Miss, what's wrong with you, don't cry." She burst into tears, and Tang Xin panicked.

Qin Wushuang didn't answer her, but just hugged her tightly, letting his humiliation vent freely.

Zhan Beichen stood outside the window, looking at the woman crying hoarsely inside, his fists were clenched and rattled, and he had to exert all his strength to control his legs that wanted to rush in.

"Miss, don't cry..." Tang Xin hugged her, at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Qin Wushuang vented to his heart's content, let go of her arms, took the handkerchief she handed over, wiped away the tears on his face, forced a smile, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm fine, just a sudden emotional I'm sorry, I scare you, I'll go wash my face." After speaking, the figure stood up a little bit awkwardly, and walked to the bathroom.

Tang Xin looked at her back, her nose was sore, she turned her head and looked out the window, just in time to catch a shadow flashing away, and sighed softly in her heart, is this too cruel?

Qin Wushuang was in the bathroom, washed his face, looked at his ghostly pale face, stretched out his hand and patted it lightly, gritted his teeth and said, "Qin Wushuang, you can't just show weakness to that bastard." He wanted to torture She, let her be in pain, she wants to live a more exciting and stronger life, and let him poke her heart and lungs.

She took a deep breath and returned to the hall. She saw Tang Xin packing up the piano scores scattered on the floor. She stepped forward, picked up the box, and put the piano scores in. She must win this competition.

(End of this chapter)