Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 932 He gasped in pain, his face paled a few degrees in an instant
Because of the remoteness, there are no people.

So, uh... best for fighting.

Nalan Rongmo turned around and looked at Mo Linfeng. The gentleness in his eyes was replaced by a sharp coldness.

He said to Mo Linfeng: "Do you have any cigarettes? Have a cigarette!"

Mo Linfeng was three centimeters taller than Nalan Rongmo's 1.8m[-]. In a sense, the aura flowing down from him was stronger than Nalan Rongmo's scent of ink written all over his body.

He casually took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket and handed it over.

Nalan Rongmo didn't pick it up with his hands, but directly opened his mouth to put the cigarette in his mouth. Mo Linfeng was also generous, and by the way, he flicked the lighter to light his cigarette.

Mo Linfeng wasn't idle either, and ordered one himself.

The two of them smoked five or six cigarettes in a row without making a sound, and finally gave up because the cigarette case was empty.

With a cigarette in his hand, Nalan Rongmo preemptively strikes.

He said to Mo Linfeng: "Why, should we fight first, or talk about business first?"

Mo Linfeng threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, and replied expressionlessly: "Hit? You definitely can't beat me. Instead of that, why don't we get to the point?"

Nalan Rongmo sneered and remained silent for a while.

He took a deep breath of the cigarette, exhaled a cloud of blue mist, and said, "What theme, tell me?"

Mo Linfeng cut to the chase, and said, "You and Xia Zhishui get together so well, get divorced!"

A smile gradually appeared on the corner of Nalan Rongmo's mouth, so shallow that even the irony could not be seen.

He turned away as if about to throw a cigarette butt.

Well, Mo Linfeng leaned on the handrail of the stairs unhurriedly, waiting for him to come back after throwing the cigarette butts.

Nalan Rongmo had indeed dropped his cigarette butt, and after that, he lifted up the steel trash can and threw it in Mo Linfeng's direction.

He hit it hard, without any hesitation, and the trash can made a beautiful parabola in the air.

There was limited space behind Mo Linfeng, so he couldn't avoid it, and was hit in the waist hard by the trash can.

Mo Linfeng was suffering from pain. He had suffered from back injuries when he was engaged in the underworld in the early years. Now that he was hit so hard, his old illnesses relapsed along with it.

He gasped in pain, his face paled a few degrees in an instant.

At this moment, Nalan Rongmo seemed like a ferocious beast occupying the mountain as its king, with red eyes, he didn't notice the change in Mo Linfeng's face at all.

He gracefully walked over with his long legs, and arrived in front of Mo Linfeng in three or two steps.

He kicked Mo Linfeng's stomach a few times, Mo Linfeng frowned, his forehead was bulging, and the dull pain in his waist made him unable to exert any strength.

Nalan Rongmo probably couldn't get enough of the beating, so he picked up the trash can scattered on the ground beside him, and threw it at Mo Linfeng's head.

That ruthless brute force probably intended to kill the other party.

Actually, think about it in another way, who the hell can keep calm after his wife is slept by another man, and then bullied by that shameless person to her door to harass her?
If it were another man, even if he didn't stab him with a knife, at least he would be disabled.

Even if they all die together, there must be no half-compromise in this kind of thing that sweeps their dignity to the ground.

Nalan Rongmo's patience for so long is already the limit.

What's more, this man Mo Linfeng is so fucking despicable and shameless.

He slept with his wife and tried to divorce them.

If Nalan Rongmo didn't beat this dog to death, he would change his surname!
Grass!
Nalan Rongmo's falcon's eyes were condensed with terrifying blood and rain, and his strong arms held up the steel trash can...

(End of this chapter)