Priceless little cute wife

"Don't go... Girl... I don't like everyone!" The leading man, with an obscene smile, slowly approached the children's painting.

"Go away! Or I'll shout! " Tong Hua calmed down and looked at the four people.

"Oh... Can you still call people? So... Will it be possible to call the bed? Sir, I like to call the bed best! " The man immediately opened his mouth and licked his lips with his tongue. It was disgusting.

"Of course!"

The voice was not made by children's paintings, but from behind the man headed by him. The tone was low, but it had a full murderous spirit. Some people had to die of bad luck.

"It's just... You don't have a chance to hear it!"

Before the words fell, I saw a fist beating the head man's ear directly from behind. Children's painting immediately saw that the man in front of him immediately splashed blood, just like a splash painting.

"Ah..." the leading man covered his ears, then shouted like a pig, rolling on the ground, "kill him for me!"

When the other three men saw this, they immediately put down the children's painting and slowly surrounded the man who punched the boss to the ground.

Children's painting saw clearly that Donggong Yao's face was dotted with blood stains, his eyes were like Shura in the night, and his body seemed to have a black hostility.

Tong Hua knows that he is angry. These people obviously have annoyed him. Donggong Yao, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, won't take a few small Luo Luo in his eyes.

Sure enough, after a few punches, I saw four people lying on the ground and unable to move. The first man who wanted to take the opportunity to escape was also dragged to the original place by Donggong Yao, and then his fist hit him in the face again and again.

Children's paintings have been stunned. It seems that such scenes can only be seen in movies, right? At the moment, Donggong Yao is like a monster who has seen blood. He doesn't mean to stop at all. If he goes further... I'm afraid that man will be killed by his bare hands!

Finally, he recovered, and the child painting immediately grabbed Donggong Yao's hand: "Hello! Donggong Yao... Stop! Stop! I'm all right, hurry, don't fight! "

Donggong Yao didn't seem to hear half of it at all. There was only red blood in his eyes. He had already lost his mind.

What should I do? What should I do?

Although it was at night, there were still onlookers coming slowly.

At a loss, Tong Hua directly turned Donggong Yao's face and kissed him on the lips.

The blood color in Donggong Yao's eyes faded slowly. Then he looked at the children's painting and finally recovered his reason: "are you okay?"

"It's all right! Let's hurry home! "

"That's true. I didn't expect you to kiss me... So bad! Need a good adjustment! " Donggong Yao immediately showed an arrogant expression, and then directly pulled the children's painting and left. It's like nothing just happened.

The children's painting looked at the four figures. The war between himself and Donggong Yao directly caused the suffering of the other four people. Why do you say you have nothing to provoke yourself?

I don't know why, but children's paintings feel a little gloating. When did they become as cold-blooded as Donggong Yao?

Eternal night.

Tong Hua looked at Donggong Yao's finger joints. Although his hands taught those people a lesson, his hands were also scratched and his finger joints were slightly swollen.

When steward Goode saw it, his face became gloomy: "four little, who is it?"

It's absolutely unforgivable to dare to treat Sishao like this!

"That's enough, good. Where's the medicine box? I'll bandage him first! " The children's painting took a cold look and Goodall said.

"Four gangsters in the street, send someone to kill them!" Donggong Yao said coldly.

"Yes! Four little! " Steward Goode was about to turn around, but was stopped by the children's painting.

"Donggong Yao! What are you doing? They have been punished! Enough! You have to be disabled if you don't die! Do you still think there aren't enough people dead today? Forget it! " Tong Hua looked at Donggong Yao and shouted.

Donggong Yao suddenly got up and stared at the children's painting in front of him with his eyes. Suddenly, most of the original small arrogance of the children's painting disappeared. Who made this guy grow so tall?

"I said there was something wrong with chuantingye. Don't you believe it? I want to kill those little gangsters who have an attempt on you. You don't want it either. Why do you decide to face me?"

"Donggong Yao! Have you had enough? Tong Ran's bones are not cold. Even if there is a problem in chuantingye, the police should find evidence! And those little gangsters, you said, just have an attempt. They didn't touch me. It's enough for you to beat them like this. Why kill them? "

"So you just like those men, don't you? So I can't bear to... "Suddenly Donggong Yao narrowed his eyes, then approached the children's painting and said.

"What are you talking about? I just don't want more blood on your hands. I just want a peaceful life. Is it so difficult? " After the child painting finished, he directly threw the gauze in his hand on Donggong Yao, and then turned and went upstairs.

In the middle of the journey, he felt disconcerted, and the children's painting turned around again: "besides, you put me on the road and drove me off, otherwise I wouldn't have met those gangsters? So should you commit suicide and apologize? "

Donggong Yao: "

Goodall housekeeper: "

Everyone: "

Sneak away as fast as you can. It's a family chore for the four young people. It's inconvenient for them to participate, otherwise... Their heads will be lost!

Tong Hua slammed the door. In fact, she knew that even this could not stop someone from entering. After all, this is Yongye, and he is the master of Yongye.

But Tong Ran's death made her feel a little confused.

When Tong ran was alive, he wanted her to die, but in fact, she really died, as if the balance had lost balance.

The existence of Tong Ran has implicitly controlled Liu huaiwei and chuantingye. This is an indisputable fact.

At least Donggong Yao was right about one thing. That was the look in chuantingye's eyes. When he looked at himself, she could even feel that chuantingye was alive. Without Tong ran, chuantingye will focus all her thoughts on herself.

After rubbing his eyebrows, the children's painting can even imagine how wonderful it will be to join the battle of Donggong Yao. The only advantage is that once a person dies, everything turns into smoke. At least Tong ran doesn't have to worry about her lost legs and children.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open. I felt that it was only a little short. The door might fly directly across the wall.

I only saw that Donggong Yao broke in directly from the door, and then directly led the whole child painting: "woman, when did you dare to yell at me in the eternal night?"

"Also, I tell you, as long as I feel right, whether chuantingye has a problem or not, he has a problem! Since you want evidence, I'll find it! " With that, Donggong Yao let go and directly threw the children's painting on the bed.

Children's painting: "

This guy is so arrogant, but I was surprised to see that he didn't get angry on the spot.

"Is there any evidence for Donggong Sishao to do something?" Children's painting looked at Donggong Yao with an unhappy expression, but suddenly had the idea of joking.

"No need." Donggong Yao took a look at the children's painting, "but for you, you can change the rules appropriately. Even the eternal night has changed because of you. What else can't change? "

Listening to Donggong Yao's words, the children's painting was slightly stunned. When will this guy say such emotional words? I don't know why. Although he seems careless, there is an unspeakable feeling in his heart.

"What are you thinking?" Donggong Yao fell on the bed and pulled the stunned children's painting directly into his arms.

"Donggong Yao... I'm today..." Tong Hua fell into Donggong Yao's arms and wanted to say that although she didn't feel much sad because of Tong Ran's death, Tong ran was still related to herself, so she didn't want to have a relationship with him.

But I didn't expect that Donggong Yao covered the quilt directly, and then gently took her into his arms: "Shh... In the middle of the night, I hate being bothered to sleep."

He didn't do any more. He just held the children's painting, and then patted himself on the back as if he were coaxing children. Although it seemed childish, the children's painting really fell asleep in his poor clapping on the back.

night.

The children's painting looked around and couldn't see his fingers. It was as if he had done something wrong and was locked in a small black room by Tong Mo, which made people feel terrible. Suddenly, a small gap appeared in front, some light came out, and brought a small dark shadow.

"Children's paintings? Are you in there? "

"Sister?" Tong Hua immediately climbed over there, and then saw Tong ran, who was only ten years old standing at the door. He hated himself as much as he did in those years, but he impatiently stuffed a steamed bread in.

"I haven't eaten all night. I only have one steamed bread!"

"Thank you, sister!" Tong Hua smiled sweetly and then ate. I don't know whether it's the truth in her memory or her own illusion. She always felt that Tong ran looked at her and had a trace of pity in her eyes.

Just when she wanted to look up for confirmation, she found that the little Tong ran in front of her had become a big look, just like the corpse she saw today. Her pale face had no blood color, and her eyes were full of despair.

"Tong ran? You... "

"Children's painting, I'm sorry for everything I did to you." Tong Ran has an unspeakable look in her eyes. She seems to want to say something, but she never opens her mouth.

"Tong ran, what's going on?" The children's painting came forward and looked at her.

Suddenly, Tong Ran's hand tightly held Tong Hua's hand. Tong Hua felt that his body was falling down. There was a dark cliff below. He wanted to catch anything, but he couldn't catch it. Then he saw the blue sky and white clouds, and a face of pain and despair in chuantingye.