Addicted to Love: Baby, be good

Now, Feng Shui turns around.

Finally one day, he can enjoy the pleasure of being above.

However, these are far from enough to fill all the suffering of speech.

He is the culprit. How can he get happiness.

Why should he suffer the suffering that he should not have suffered in his life?

Since the words have come to such a point, then, no one can think better!

She can't fall into the abyss alone. Even if she dies, she should also be the culprit.

Pei sanshao, who hasn't got the answer for a long time, has gone mad. He throws a fist at Shen Junhua's face: "speak! I want you to talk! "

Master Chu came forward and grabbed his hand. "Ah chin, calm down!"

"I can't calm down!" The roar, mixed with unspeakable pain.

Master Chu's eyes fell on Chen Junhua. He broke Pei sanshao's hand and rescued him.

Then he said softly, "I think you must come in, not just to stimulate him."

Chen Junhua is not stupid. Now he also understands that the reason why he can come in is probably that Master Chu is helping.

He took back his sight, wiped the corners of his mouth and wiped off the blood.

"What do you want to know?" He made a mockery.

Pei three little eyes bottom turn over surging big waves, "what's the matter with her? Speak clearly!"

"I'm afraid you don't know? That's right. People who only think about your wife don't care about poor words. "

"In order to save your wife, she fought with the kidnappers with all her life. The wound on her hand was that when the kidnapper tried to kill her, she fought with all her life and grasped the blade with her hand. Unfortunately, one of the kidnappers who died was a patient with AIDS. Now you can guess how she got it? "

Pei sanshao's body shape was in a flash, and he was about to fall down. Master Chu held him fast.

When he closed his eyes, what appeared in his mind was the deep bone wound in his hands.

It takes courage to grasp the blade.

How painful it is to have such a deep wound

The more painful he was, the happier Shen Junhua felt, "can't you guess? Then I'll tell you. The blade Yan Yan holds just happened to hurt the kidnapper. His blood, along the knife, flowed into the wound of speech. Blood transmission is the fastest way of infection... "

"Where is she?" Pei sanshao has a hard throat.

"That silly girl, knowing her own situation, has already hid. Where is she? I don't know. Maybe I'm hiding in a corner of the world. Maybe I'm dead. "

His neck ached suddenly. Pei sanshao held his throat tightly. His strength was heavier than ever: "shut up! Let me hear another word of death, and I will send you to God! "

Fling his hand away, Pei sanshao runs out crazily.

Clang.

A ring, falling to the ground.

Make a crisp sound, roll a few circles, slowly stop at the white shallow feet.

She looked down at the ring at her feet. Not long ago, she had just put it on him. Now she was lying alone at her feet.

With an unspeakable irony.

With one hand covering her mouth, she cried like rain. She could not bear to squat down and cry.

Xuanxuan is frightened, holding Bai shallowly and wailing.

Master Chu turned around and looked at Yan Yiren: "baozi, you come to deal with the aftermath. I'll go and see achin. "