Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng pulled the crystal coffin. Sure enough, he could feel some small traces around the crystal coffin.

You can imagine how Bai Jingli smashed the crystal coffin crazily

"She ruined me! She's a bitch! But Charles likes her... She robbed my Charles! My Charles!" Bai Jingli went crazy. "I clearly remember that her daughter died... But the reality is not! And my daughter... My daughter..."

“……”

"It's Bai Jingmo! Why don't you give up your love to me... I'm her sister, but she can kill the sisters who once depended on her... My daughter... My daughter is gone..." Bai Jingli tightly grabbed Ye Qingcheng's neck, "but her daughter grew up happily beside the Oriental master... And even got Charles's love..."

Ye Qingcheng kept gasping, and Bai Jingli held her breath. Her hand kept waving, trying to catch something

She turned her head hard, and the candlestick was not far from her

She was pressed on the crystal coffin, her eyes became a little blurred, and her hand kept reaching for the candlestick

Bai Jingli's words are vague

"My daughter... My daughter died because of her, and my daughter is gone... But * * * *'s daughter lives so happily! No... you are responsible for your mother -"

“……”

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were bloodshot, like a crying little beast. She tried her best to reach the candlestick

"Charles is my only one true love (Charles is my only love), she is evil..." Bai Jingmo's eyes are like ghosts in the ice desert, and her pupils are gray blue. "They are all her... Ungrateful bitch! Obviously with Brian, she wants to rob Charles with me..."

“……”

"I imitate a bitch for Charles... Oh, no... I'm imitating a hateful bitch... No... she's a bitch... How can I imitate her..."

She is like crazy, and the logic of her speech is also confused. For one moment, she says Ye Qingcheng, and for another, she says she

“……”

"She is..."

The woman's crazy shrieks rang through the narrow ice cellar, and there were echoes constantly

"..." Ye Qingcheng tightly grasped the candlestick in his hand. The candlestick had been extinguished, and the heads of several silver candles had been stained with blood.

Bai Jingli suddenly fell to the ground, and blood gushed out of her forehead.

"Patter -"

"Patter -"

"Patter -"

Ye Qingcheng worked hard. The silver candlestick was very hard. Bai Jingli knelt on the ground and tightly covered her forehead. Blood poured out continuously, dripping down and broken on the ice carved floor

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