Marriage has a pit: Daddy, get divorce quickly!

When making up in the rest room, Murphy received a message from Mo Tian, a video in which the child was calling his mother, and Rakuten was kneeling on the ground.

Murphy suddenly got up, confused the hairdresser is helping her do the hair.

"Miss Mo." Exclaimed the stylist in a hurry.

Is it not that the breath is tight, and even the eyes are full of hatred.

Mygirl, the baby is really cute

"Asshole." Murphy angrily scolded a, then walked out, only at the door of the place, Murphy bumped into Ye Cong who came in.

Ye Cong seems to know that Murphy will run out, so now he is waiting at the door. When Murphy wants to go out, he pulls her by the wrist and goes in.

"Let go of me." Don't you roar.

"You calm down. Now you go to find Mo Tian. Everything falls short. What we need to do now is to lead him to the range we can control."

"He's got my nephew." Murphy yelled out, now let her calm down, she can't do it.

Ye Cong is pressing Murphy to sit on sofa, turn head to let make-up personnel go out first.

"I know what you're thinking, Murphy. What have you been waiting for so many years for?" Ye Cong seldom talks to Murphy well, but he doesn't satirize her.

Because now his eyes are red, and he is already on the edge of madness. He doesn't need to be sarcastic.

Can't it be that she hasn't recognized the Ding family all the time? Just like now she has to break off with Qian Yikun, she doesn't want to implicate her close relatives.

But sometimes, there is no way to avoid some things.

As long as she has feelings, she has weaknesses.

Could it be that because of her tight body, the shaking range is too large, she turned around and hit the dressing mirror, the mirror split in an instant, with her cry fell to the ground.

White hands covered with blood on the back, blood drops drop by drop.

Ye Cong straightens up and looks at the broken pieces on the table, the ground, and her bleeding hands. He knows if he is calm now.

It's a bit violent though.

But don't you like this kind of violence.

This is Murphy's solution.

When Murphy calms down and the whole room quiets down, Murphy reaches for the paper towel with glass residue on the table and shakes his hand to wrap it.

"I'm fine." Could it be that his eyes were still full of bitterness.

Ye Cong slightly raised his eyebrows: "can I suddenly feel that I --"

"Don't love me. You're not my food." Could it be that he sneered and changed the paper towel after it was soaked with blood. He swore a dirty word and pressed his wound directly.

Ye Cong

Qian Yikun, a woman full of swearing, how can a man stand it?

Ye Cong asked someone to come in and bandage Murphy's hand, then asked the makeup artist to make up again.

Not far from the dressing room, Yu Jiangqing leaned against the wall and looked at the people over there. He tut tut said, "this fist is hard enough. It's bloody. It hurts to look at it."

Qian Yikun

Qian Yikun's clenched hand loosened, leaving a row of clear marks in the palm.

Yu Jiangqing stood up straight, chin pointed to one side, "let's go, this time we're catching a big tiger. It's OK for you to be promoted to a higher rank."

"No need." Qian Yikun slightly droops his eyes. He only hopes that it's OK. As for other things, he doesn't need it.