Spoiled Wife: Husband, You're Enough

"The dead woman's face has rotted. She had her face deeply adjusted before she died. She looks a little like Miss Biao's younger sister Shangguan Wanning. I haven't seen the man." Jack said faintly.

Zhao Yi's face suddenly sank when he heard the speech and said angrily, "Damn it, she really has a problem. A little earlier, little baby asked me to investigate her identity. It's all my fault. I didn't take it to heart, which will lead to today's tragedy." Zhao Yi said more and more sad, more and more sad.

"Master, I'm sorry..." Jack wanted to say sorry by the way, but when he saw his eyes staring at himself like a torch, his eyelids shook and immediately turned his tone, "no news is good news. As long as they are not salvaged, they have a good chance to be alive."

Zhao Yi mercilessly gouged out his eye: "this is what people say."

Jack could not help twitching in the corners of his mouth. He looked up and saw a ship coming in a hurry. He was surprised and said, "Nalan's ship."

Zhao Yi pursed his lips and looked into the distance. On the deck of the ship, he could vaguely see the Nalan family. It seemed that their whole family had come.

one one one one

Is he dead?

Muzi sat in the ship's room, clenched her fist and kept pacing back and forth. Her mood was very complex. She wanted him to die many times, but now when she really heard that he might have sunk to the bottom of the sea, she couldn't help feeling sad.

It would be nice if Tong Xiaoman had never appeared. If it weren't for her, how could nalanche escape marriage? He had already been her husband.

Like other couples, they will respect each other and love each other deeply.

It's all her fault. She killed nalanche.

Muzi grabbed the cup on the table and smashed it on the wall. With a bang, the tea cup broke into pieces and fell on the carpet.

Nalan Hao didn't knock. He pushed the door in directly. When he saw the broken cup on the ground, he immediately frowned, sneered and said, "aren't you happy?"

Muzi clenched her fist, and her sharp fingertips were almost inserted into the palm of her hand. She snorted and said disdainfully, "I didn't."

Nalan Hao locked the door back. He was happy, excited and excited.

Even if narantche's body could not be salvaged, his chances of survival in the vast sea were zero.

He sat beside her, stretched out his hand and grabbed her waist, rudely hugged her into his arms, bowed his head and buried it in the nest of her neck, and chewed bloodthirsty: "he died, he finally died. In the future, the imperial brake group will be mine. You don't have to be sad, I won't treat you badly."

"Ha ha... Yes, he died, and no one will make me sad again." Muzi looked at his face, which was somewhat similar to Nalan Che, and suddenly pushed him down on the bed. His hands could not bear to tear his clothes.

"You're crazy." Nalan Hao suddenly pushed her away and stared at her unhappily.

"Give it to me, I want it." she worked very hard. She wanted to vent her passion. Muzi was pushed away by him and jumped on again.

"You want to find another man, don't spoil me." Nalan Hao kicked her away mercilessly, immediately stood up, sorted out the clothes torn by her, turned around and left without nostalgia.

Muzi fell down on the carpet. It didn't hurt, but his eyes were red. He found a bottle of liquor from the drawer and filled his mouth frantically.

Nalan's family fell into an unprecedented haze and the vast sea. Who can guarantee that they are still alive?