Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

At that moment, heart like ashes, tears fall like rain!

How could that be? How could that be?

She didn't understand, but she clearly knew that her life, at this moment, was destroyed forever. No, no, does she still have a life?

Does she have a life after that?

Hehe, it turns out that this is fate. If you want to save one life, you have to pay another life. Is that right?

But, it's too painful, it's really too painful.

She smiled miserably, clenched her lips, and the blood seeped down her lips. It was in full bloom on her snow-white skin, like a blooming rose, which hurt her eyes.

He lowers his head and kisses her lips fiercely. The faint blood diffuses in his mouth and stimulates his senses. He plunders madly, without pity, pounding her tender body fiercely, as if to vent all her anger, as if to prove that she is his. No one can take her away without his consent, Make her remember that it's his rhythm.

Pain!

Chang Huan has no other feeling, only the pain, so clear, real, can't get rid of, tightly wrapped around her, she clearly felt her body in his wild impact was torn open, blood dripping, she wanted to cry, want to cry, finally hoarse throat, eyes tears dry, nothing can be called out, no tears.

Such as a lost soul of the body, passive bear, until finally unable to bear, fainted in the past.

He looked at the girl who fainted under him. He wanted to slow down and be gentle, but he couldn't stop. Even if she lay still, he could still easily stir up his flame and climb step by step. He couldn't control himself at all. His body instinct was shouting over and over again: want her, want her

He has never been willing to hurt his temperament for other people's sake. What's more, he had been in the fire, even more indifferent. He followed his temperament and tossed her over and over again. She woke up from syncope. He was asking for her. When he fainted again, he was still asking for her. She didn't know when it was the end. She just felt like she was about to die.

The luxurious presidential suite, with ambiguous lighting and air conditioning blowing, brings gusts of cool wind and blows the curtain, which is like the surging waves, just like the surging emotion, surging and endless.

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Changsheng always feels a little uneasy tonight, like something will happen.

Excuse to turn on the water, Chang Sheng goes outside to call Chang Huan. What makes him scared is that the phone at that end has not been connected, monotonous and Hyun ringing again and again, affecting his heartstrings.

What happened to her? Why didn't you answer his phone? Isn't it——

Suddenly he thought of Chang Huan's pregnancy. His heart jumped and became more and more uneasy.

Huan'er, she won't be——

He dare not think, do not want to think, told himself over and over again, do not guess, huan'er will never see those people again.

However, how can the stirred heart calm down?

He found an excuse to leave the hospital and hurried home. However, when he opened the door, he saw the darkness and desolation of a room. Where is the shadow of Chang Huan?