Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Carol knelt on the floor. Her blond hair seemed to wither for a moment. Her eye sockets were deep. It was originally the deep eye sockets of Westerners. She knelt there and muttered to herself as if she had lost her soul

"I won't let you hurt him... That's my son, my son..."

"No... you can't... you can't... you won't... I don't allow..."

Carol seemed to wake up from a big dream and suddenly raised her head. Vivian was wearing a Scarlet Ruby Diamond Ring on her slender and scaly hand. Under this blurred light, there was a luxurious and depressed light. The light reflected from the red wine cup seemed to be getting faint

Carol suddenly got up from the ground, next to neatly placed fruits, purple and green ladders, grapes fell on the dark golden high foot plate, which contained raspberries and raspberries, all kinds of British berries, and the plate was covered with all kinds of agates, which looked particularly extravagant.

A fruit knife inlaid with blue diamonds was placed there. A sleeping virgin was carved on the handle. The virgin closed her eyes, folded her hands on her chest, and wrapped with thin roses

Carol rushed over and almost stumbled. She almost stepped on her skirt several times. When everyone didn't have time to react, she rushed over

"Poop -"

A slight but clear voice suddenly rang through the hall. Carol rushed over and threw himself on Vivian. The golden copper knife kept coming in and out of Vivian. Bright red blood rushed up and the surrounding walls were splashed with blood in a moment

“You-will-never-have-a-son！Nobody-can-destroy-my-son……Nobody！……”

Carol pounced on Vivian, holding the knife tightly in her hand and stabbing Vivian fiercely in her chest. Vivian opened her eyes and held a tall wine glass in her right hand. She opened her eyes. A pair of blue eyes seemed to turn gray a little bit

"Patter -"

"Bang -"

The high foot wine glass rolled to the ground, covered with a thick cashmere carpet. The glass fell down, just turned around, and the wine red liquid gurgled out, and then quickly absorbed by the floor. The air was full of the mixed taste of slowly bloody gas and wine

Vivian's chest was stabbed vaguely

"You will, never, ever, ever, have-a-son... Never, never, never..."

Carol sat on the imperial concubine's couch, her white nightgown was splashed with blood on her chest, and her pale face was also covered with blood

Even on messy hair

Vivian was no longer breathing. She was lying on her back on the imperial concubine's couch with the crown on her bun. The light of the diamond was blurred by blood. She opened a pair of blue eyes and her neck was full of blood.

There was a faint scarlet on his chest.

The silence in the air is outrageous.

"Nobody will hurt my son..."

Carol's voice seemed to grow old for a moment.