Cute wife is too delicious: President, please restrain

Half of the crescent moon hangs in the sky. The rain forest and castle at night are shrouded in the moonlight. Some pale moonlight has a ferocious taste.

The sound of footsteps was particularly clear in the dungeon.

It is very similar to the prison. Each room is separated by steel columns. The door panels are anti-theft doors made of thick steel plates, and the surrounding walls are poured with thick cement.

It's not dirty here. There's no bloody smell or torture tools that people are afraid of, but it makes people despair from the bottom of their hearts.

Because there are four words everywhere: it's hard to escape.

Footsteps came closer and closer.

In a dungeon in the middle, Fang Yuan raised his head and looked out at the corridor. Under the light, he had some injuries on his face.

Soon, several shadows stood outside.

"Are you here to let me go?" Fang Yuan looked at those humanitarians.

"Can you go now?" Said the man headed by him. His voice was strange in the quiet dungeon.

"My tendons and tendons have been broken, don't you think?" Fang Yuan's face flashed a sneer: "I've installed the bones broken by Yu shaomo, but there's nothing I can do about the tendons of my hands and feet, so you have to hurry up. As long as you have enough time, it's too late. Shit, I didn't expect that the old thing should be so cruel. It really makes people waste my tendons and tendons."

The man outside didn't say anything, raised his hand and made a gesture.

A man next to him immediately opened the explosion-proof door. Fang Yuan couldn't wait. He couldn't use his strength. He moved his body and said, "come on, I've really stayed enough in this ghost place!"

The men came in, but they just stood in front of him without moving,

"What do you mean?" Fang Yuan keenly noticed something was wrong and looked at several people in front of him with some vigilance in his eyes.

"Just now, Dr. Fang said that it was too late. In that case, what are you waiting for? Don't send Mr. Fang on the road soon. "

The man standing outside the door said slowly.

Fang Yuan suddenly changed his face: "what do you mean? What do you want? "

None of the men standing in front of him spoke, but suddenly pressed him quickly and took out a bottle. The white powder flashed a frightening cold light under the light.

Fang Yuan was a doctor. At a glance, he probably knew what was inside. He immediately struggled violently. But he was now a semi disabled man. How could he be the opponent of these bodyguards? He was soon pressed on the ground and couldn't move. The man with the bottle put the bottle close to his mouth.

"Be careful, everyone. Don't hurt the wounds on his hands and feet. After all, the body will leave traces." The man standing outside casually reminded him that his calm voice was a little sarcastic: "Dr. Fang must be very puzzled why this is happening? The master asked me to tell you that you are useless, but only the dead can shut up forever. "

No effect, nature can only be discarded.

"Yes, as like as two peas in the food, the medicine you eat is the same as yours, and try it to taste."

The man said again.

In the dungeon, Fang Yuan was forced to tilt his head and put the bottle in his mouth. His frightened eyes looked ferociously at the person pressing him. He shook his head and wanted to throw the bottle out of his mouth, but he couldn't move for half a minute.

I don't know if he heard the man standing outside the dungeon, but it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter whether he stops or doesn't hear this bottle of medicine.

Those struggling voices gradually became smaller, and soon they disappeared, and there was a dead silence in the dungeon.

"Boss, he's out of breath."

After confirming that Fang Yuan was out of breath, a bodyguard turned and reported to the man standing outside.

"Clean up and move quickly. Don't leave any traces." The man said.

Several men around Fang Yuan immediately moved. Soon, they got out of the dungeon, closed the door and left quickly.

There was only one halo left in the silent dungeon, as if nothing had appeared just now. In the corner of the dungeon, Fang Yuan's body was placed in the position of sitting against the steel column, lowered his head and fell asleep

the second day.

It's donglange's funeral.

Ning Qiaoqiao was awakened by the originally set alarm clock. When he opened his eyes, he saw the enlarged handsome face of the man in front of him. Yu shaomo was still sleeping. He didn't know what medicine had such a good sleeping effect. If it was normal, he would have awakened by a little wind and grass.

Ning Qiao's eyes flashed and reached out to touch Yu shaomo's forehead.

Fortunately, there is no fever.

"Huh? Touch me in the morning? Mrs. Yu, in fact, I prefer you to come openly when I'm awake. "

Yu shaomo's low sexy voice sounded in the room. The man half opened his eyes and looked at her with a kind of sexy hazy eyes when he just woke up.

Ning Qiao was speechless: "what is stealing touch? I'll see if you have a fever."

"Oh, you care about me." Yu shaomo said with an affirmative sentence.

The deep voice had obvious joy.

"Yes." Ningqiao is not embarrassed.

Originally, she cares about him, and he cares about her, isn't it all right.

Yu shaomo seems to be in a better mood than just now. He raises his uninjured hand, pinches her cheek and says, "aren't you going to attend donglange's funeral today? Get up. You can't be late for such an occasion."

"Can you go?" Ning Qiaoqiao frowned: "you're injured. Why don't you stay in the room and have a rest? Anyway, everyone saw your injury yesterday, and no one dares to say anything about you."

"How can that work?" Yu shaomo directly denied her proposal and said with an eyebrow: "as a young lady, you have gone. As a young lady's husband, I should naturally go to the scene."

That's why he went

Ning Qiao looked at him helplessly: "it seems that if you don't go to the scene, no one will know that you are my husband."

"That's different!" Yu shaomo seemed to know what she was thinking and continued: "don't worry, my injury is all right. I don't feel ill after a night's rest. If I'm not feeling well, I'll come back in advance. Didn't you say that even if I didn't go, I didn't dare to say me. Naturally, no one dared to object if I left in advance."

"All right." Seeing his insistence, Ning Qiao frowned: "but if you're uncomfortable, you must tell me."

"Yes."

Yu shaomo's eagle eyes stared at her worried little face and felt a little better.

……

Donglan GE's funeral was held in the cemetery, which is a cemetery specially prepared for Donglan family. Rows of tombstones are people who sacrificed their lives for Donglan family in the past.

Ning Qiaoqiao was wearing a black skirt and a half net veil. Yu shaomo was wearing a black suit and stood behind Dong Lanling according to his seniority.