The president's love for the little runaway wife

Chapter 110 I Will Be Your Nightmare

Mo Rou's hands and feet were tied up, she was lying on the bed, unable to move, she could only move her legs, and kept dodging the whip that fell on her.

——Zhao Ziwei is a pervert, she realized it on the wedding night!
Tonight, what Mo Rou did at Long's house really angered Zhao Ziwei. She dared to make him wear a cuckold in front of so many people. He couldn't sleep because he couldn't breathe.

"Mo Rou, do you think that man can protect you forever? Don't be wishful thinking, you and I are protected by the law. If he dares to cross the line, you see how I will break the news to the media. Moreover, the The media must be very interested in that videotape..." Zhao Ziwei was tired and sat on the edge of the hospital bed, leaned down and pinched Mo Rou's chin, and said with a sinister smile.

The bright red blood stained the striped patient gown on Mo Rou's body, her complexion was pale and transparent, and her black pupils were full of hopeless gray, as if she was dead, she was motionless.

On the wedding night, after she passed out, Zhao Ziwei and the tattoo artist took turns to fuck her and took a video.

Zhao Ziwei has been threatening her with this video. This month, she has been tortured by him, but she can't escape, and she can't resist. She has been humiliated, and the murderer stands in front of her. She has nothing to do.

Tears flowed silently down the corners of her eyes.

"Baby, don't cry. You held on to Gong Ling's clothes so tightly. Did you regret kicking him away and choosing to be with me? It's a pity, it's a pity, you regret it too late With a grim expression, Zhao Ziwei stuck out his tongue and licked away her tears. This scene always revealed a creepy and weird feeling.

Mo Rou broke free from the towel in her hand, shedding tears, her hoarse voice echoed in every corner of the ward, accompanied by a strong and real weapon of hatred.

"Zhao Ziwei, I will make you die!"

"Snapped--"

Zhao Ziwei slapped her on the left side of the face, ruthlessly strangled her neck like an ant, lifted her up from the bed bit by bit, and said harshly: "I know there is an old saying It's called Chengwangbaikou, your purpose of choosing to marry me is not pure, it's just that you underestimated me, thinking that I would be willing to be manipulated by you like a puppet, but now? You should really feel the same, underestimated me What will happen, this is the price you have to pay for your stupidity!"

Mo Rou's face turned from pale to purple, and then from purple to purple, there was a burning | burning pain in his chest, he couldn't breathe in his throat, and his pupils turned white...

She is really only one step away from death.

"Zi, Ziwei...let me go...I'm still useful to you...don't kill me, please don't..."

Mo Rou's hands kept scratching the back of Zhao Ziwei's hand and small arm, leaving bright red bloodstains. Cold tears fell vertically from the corners of her eyes. The panic of death had made her forget the dignity of being a human being. It was difficult to beg for mercy, and the pain in his throat became more and more unbearable every time he said a word.

She doesn't want to die hopelessly, she wants to live, to avenge herself, even if such a life is worse than a pig or a dog.

But living is all hope!

Mo Rou swears to the sky, if Zhao Ziwei is not sent to hell first, even if she dies, she will turn into a ghost and demand his life!

Seeing her like this, Zhao Ziwei was as humble as a bitch, begging for forgiveness from his master, his perverted strong desire was satisfied, his laughter gradually became louder, and he couldn't restrain himself.

"Cough, cough, cough... cough..."

With all her strength, Mo Rou broke away from his hand, and quickly shrank to the other side of the bed, coughing repeatedly in embarrassment.

"Mo Rou, next time I won't let go so kindly, so you'd better not challenge my endurance, otherwise, I will mercilessly cut off your neck, click!" Zhao Ziwei was full of blood. The bloody hands approached the back of Mo Rou's neck, making a pinching gesture, combined with the word "Kacha", the meaning of threat was particularly obvious.

Mo Rou's limbs were tightly huddled together, her hands hugged her knees, her face was buried between her knees, her body trembling frequently showed her fear.

"You're very good, I just like to see you like this." Zhao Ziwei saw the blood on his hands, and a strong sense of disgust rose from his eyes.

He quickly got up and walked towards the small washroom in the ward.

At the same time as the sound of closing the door sounded, Mo Rou raised his face, his eyes as silent as a ghost stared at the fruit knife on the glass table not far away, the bloodthirsty light in his eyes was like the light on a lighthouse, flickering on and off .

In her heart, many thoughts were spinning and turning, and no one knew what kind of plan she had in her heart.

The sound of water in the bathroom ceased, and Mo Rou immediately resumed the action of protecting herself, and buried her face between her knees, successfully hiding the deep hatred in her eyes.

"Honey, take a good rest tonight. I'll come see you in a few days." Zhao Ziwei was about to leave, but when he reached the door, he turned around abruptly, pointed to some messy marks on the bed and the floor, and ordered: "These You pack everything up, if someone else sees it, you know what will happen to you.”

The door opened, Zhao Ziwei's figure was blocked by the door panel, and the sound of footsteps outside the corridor also went further and further away.

Mo Rou raised her eyes faintly, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a bloodthirsty arc. In the silent ward, her low, frosty voice echoed for a long time.

"Zhao Ziwei, I will become your nightmare!"

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In late autumn, the leaves are withered and yellow, and they are about to fall.

In the past few days, the weather in City B has turned cold, and the flu has struck.

In the palace hall, Xu Nian was kneeling on the ground with a small schoolbag hanging on her arm. She was buttoning it up carefully, standing obediently all her life, not making noise or making noise, very obedient.

"Okay, Yisheng, put your schoolbag on your back, and let's go to school."

Yisheng stretched out two short arms, carrying a small schoolbag, with a sweet smile on his face and a soft voice.

"Thank you mom, my brother and I went to school..."

Xiao Nian was waiting at the entrance, and saw Sheng Sheng walking towards him, a handsome little Zhengtai with an impatient expression on his face, and said dissatisfied: "You are a turtle, you are always so slow, you always have to I wait."

"Xiao Nian, don't bully your whole life." Xu Nian pretended to be serious and stared at Xiao Nian, then said, "Hurry up, I'll see you to the car."

"Well, brother, let's hold hands..."

Yisheng took the initiative to stretch out his fleshy little hand, but Xiao Nian didn't know how to cherish flowers and jade, so he snorted, turned his head and walked in front.

Seeing him like this, Xu Nian thought that he must have inherited his father's genes, it is impossible for her to disrespect a girl like this.

"Life, let's go, ignore brother."

(End of this chapter)