Devil CEO's Sweet Wife

A burst of intense pain came. Shen Qingyou felt something warm rolling down her cheek.

She stretched out her hand and touched it. She saw the bright red in the palm. She felt that her neck was pinched, and she couldn't breathe at all.

A heart beating violently, all around seemed to become the color of blood, let her body can't help a soft.

The arm, which was used to support the whole weight of the body, was shivering, and the scene became more and more blurred. Before she completely fainted, she only saw the little princess staring at her with her eyes widened.

Hearing the news, the nanny rushed in. Seeing Shen Qingyou's condition, she hurriedly sent the person to the next room, and then informed the family doctor to come.

Although the bloodstain on her face looks very serious, it doesn't matter. It's just that the capillaries on her scalp are very rich, so there is a little more bleeding.

Nanny also took advantage of the doctor bandage wound time, called Li Muran, even said Shen Qingyou nothing, he was still in a hurry to come back.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw two children sitting on the sofa in silence, and he just moved his lips.

While the little princess sat on one side, the fear in her eyes had disappeared. Li Muran stared at her for a long time, and her heart was desolate.

For a moment, he could not help being impatient. When he looked at her, his eyes became sharp.

"Xing Yaoyao, I asked Mr. Shen to give you a make-up lesson, not to let you beat people!"

The little princess flat mouth, stood up from the sofa, every word is like a sharp knife stabbed in his body.

"Who let her avoid what she didn't know at that time?"

Finish saying also issued a cold hum from the nose, a pair does not care about her life and death appearance.

Seeing this, Li Muran was only shocked. Before that, he had never imagined that he would punish all their two children like a poem, but now he hates her to the extreme.

A bitter and astringent rush from the heart between the lips and teeth, let him laugh at himself twice.

"Yao Yao, have you only learned these things after studying for so long? The person you hurt is your mommy

In the face of his blame, the little princess did not answer. She just looked at him quietly. Her eyes, which should have been full of childhood joy, had a chill that couldn't be turned away.

A mother who doesn't care about them, why should she care about her?

Think of here, the little princess's previous guilt, will be irrigated by hatred once, let her only full of hate.

"I don't have such a mother. My mother died long ago."

Li Muran was also impatient, and walked quickly to hold the little princess in his arms, then sat on the sofa, put her whole person on his lap, and hit her buttocks four or five times.

The strength of the big, issued a sound, the little princess also because of pain, choking up.

Seeing this, Xing Weiyi hurried forward and took the little princess into his arms, and then protected himself behind him.

"Daddy, how can you beat the little princess? She didn't do anything wrong. She was just careless at that time."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Li Muran was a little weak. He was angry that the little princess had hurt the poem. He was so angry that the two children hated their mother who had been raising them for three years.

As long as he thought of this, the more guilt he felt, the more urgent he wanted to restore his memory.

"Yibaobao, have you ever thought about it? If that dictionary is smashed on the temple? Maybe you will really lose your mommy. Even so, do you still think the little princess has done nothing wrong? "

Yi Baobao of course knows the end of hitting the temple, and has some hesitation in the heart, and then thinks of what happened this afternoon.

Think of these four years, he and the little princess bear the pain, guilt and worry seems to evaporate from their world, let them say every word with a sharp blade.

"If she didn't come back for four years, how could Yao Yao hurt her? It's all her fault."

Before he finished speaking, a slap fell heavily on his cheek, making a crackling sound. The nannies around him were afraid to make a sound, so they could only bury their heads to reduce their sense of existence.

Looking at Yi baby covering his cheek, staring at his appearance, how can he feel better in his heart?

Every time they hurt one point, he would feel a lot of pain. When he started just now, he clearly found that his hand was shaking slightly.

But he did not hesitate to give baby Yi a slap in the face, he did not do his father's duty, baby Yi did not give Yao Yao a good example.

At the beginning, yibaobao was the one who loved poetry most, but now he is also the one who hurt poetry with Yao Yao.

Such a strong contrast is like a huge thorn, severely hit in Li Muran's heart, even if the wound is healed, as long as the heart beats, it will still hurt.