The 365-day trial marriage of the male god: the sweet wife is a bit wild

Chapter 1115 The first person to hate is you
"Just a little bit, I was going to shoot him. If Jiang's family and Jiang Yu didn't pop up out of nowhere..."

"...I want him to taste what it feels like to be betrayed by the person closest to him."

Dan Rong's voice, like a devil's claw, strangled Qin Youxuan's throat, making her breathless.

Listening to his crazy yelling, Qin Youxuan became angry.

Grabbing the car mat hard, the cat's eyes turned scarlet.

He gritted his teeth fiercely.

Her loving parents and a good home were all destroyed by Dan Rong, yet he still said it in such a natural tone.

"The news of Ye Zhan's death was also released to Jiang Yu by you?"

Shan Hanjie's voice sounded again after a long interval.

Deep and cold.

Even if he couldn't see his expression, Qin Youxuan could still imagine his suppressed anger.

"I didn't expect her to commit suicide with just one word without scaring her so much. It can only be considered that they are destined to have nothing to do with each other. What does it have to do with me..."

"boom--"

Qin Youxuan grabbed the recorder and slammed it into the carriage.

Pressing his chest in pain, he was almost out of breath.

As long as she thinks that she actually stood in front of Shan Rong's tomb and offered flowers to him, Qin Youxuan would like to strangle herself to death.

Her mother-killing enemy, the chief culprit who destroyed her home, she even felt compassion for Shan Rong.

Qin Youxuan stared at the recorder that was still playing, raised her foot emotionally, and stepped on it vigorously.

As soon as the recorder played Shan Rong's smug smile, it stopped.

"This is the truth that you don't know, and Shan Hanjie knew it a long time ago, but he never thought about telling you that there is a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred between you, this feeling, okay?"

Shan Hanxi looked at Qin Youxuan with a pale face, smiled coldly, and took out another recording pen from his trouser pocket, "The following recordings are more exciting, Shan Hanjie is hiding from you, not only this pieces."

Just as he was about to press the play button, Qin Youxuan suddenly became ruthless, and rushed to grab the recording pen in his hand.

He opened his mouth and bit his wrist. After getting the recording pen, he threw it on the ground if he wanted to, and stomped on it to pieces.

Panting heavily.

"Shan Hanxi, if I hate Shan Hanjie, you will be the first person I want to hate!"

But what she wants to do most now is to dig Dan Rong's grave!
The words on the recorder played back in her mind over and over again.

Thinking of her mother's waiting and suffering for so many years, it was all designed by others.

Until he died, he didn't know that he had become a pawn in someone else's hands.

Nameless anger swelled in all limbs and bones, Qin Youxuan's face was pale, she stretched out her hand to hold her stomach, and fell on the car mat.

"it hurts……"

Warm blood flowed from between the legs, and soon stained the white skirt red.

Qin Youxuan stretched out his hand to grab something, but Shan Hanxi's cold and prey face was reflected in his eyes.

"Baby……"

Qin Youxuan held her stomach in fear, her lower abdomen was throbbing, and her uterine contraction was severe.

Shan Hanxi watched more and more blood gushing out between her legs, her pupils tightened.

The body just leaned on the car mat without any movement.

"Call an ambulance and take me to the hospital..."

The more pain in the body, the more blurred the consciousness. Qin Youxuan grabbed the car door and tried to sit up, but she couldn't use her hands.

Shan Hanjie's figure kept appearing in front of his eyes, but he couldn't see it clearly.

"..."

Shan Hanxi just looked at her, took out a cigarette, lit it, and watched her struggle indifferently.

(End of this chapter)