Strong attack marriage: flash marriage husband 100 points

Jiang Shiwei looked up blankly and looked at the man in uniform in front of him. There was some blankness. Seeing that she didn't speak, the man asked again: "who is Miss Jiang Shiwei?"

"I am." Jiang Shiwei reacted that these policemen came to him probably because they had just reported to the police, because Jiang Yuanyuan was still in operation. The police wanted to take her back to take notes. Before leaving, the Sanskrit suddenly said, "he took someone into the house and was going to tie me away!"

Finally, the police not only took Jiang Shiwei back to the police station, but also took Ashan to the police station. The Sanskrit didn't go for the time being because of her body, but the police said to let her recover and then go to the police station to take a note.

Before leaving, a Shan's eyes looking at the Sanskrit song were particularly complex. He didn't expect her to use this move.

But it doesn't matter. Beiye has great power in Jiangcheng. Even if these people take him away, he will be released soon.

After everyone left, the Sanskrit remained outside the operating room. She knew that as long as Ashan was there, he could bring himself back to Beiye at any time according to Beiye's instructions, and she couldn't go back to Beiye after she didn't find out her life experience.

Today's Beiye also frightened himself, as if the man had taken off his elegant disguise and turned into a terrible devil. She didn't want to face him so quickly.

However, the Sanskrit didn't expect that the northern master was already in a mess and had no time to take care of him. Because of that phone call just now, the northern master knew that his son who had raised him for so many years had finally done it to himself.

On the other side, Nan tingliao didn't know what had happened. He woke up the next day. When he woke up, he lay on the big bed with a cold look in his eyes.

He didn't think that Jiang Shiwei would give himself medicine, and even fainted himself.

He thought of the woman's unique figure. No matter what he said, she turned around and left without hesitation. She abandoned herself again.

Again.

Oh! Nan tingliao smiled. It was a beautiful smile, but the gloom at the bottom of his eyes could not be concealed anyway. Jiang Shiwei, how are you? You played with me again.

After Zhou Ma helped Jiang Shiwei leave, she had a bad feeling in her heart. She knew she had made a big mistake this time, but she couldn't watch Nan tingliao abuse Jiang Shiwei every day. Instead of having room to ease, their feelings sank deeper and deeper, even to the point of breaking up.

On the other hand, Jiang Shiwei's body was constantly suffering from new and old injuries. In addition, her husband seemed to consciously indulge Xue Jingchen to hurt her. She hardly had a good life. That day, after her husband left, Zhou Ma checked Jiang Shiwei's injury and found that her wound had already festered. Xue Jingchen obviously helped Jiang Shiwei deal with the wound, but applied unknown drugs to her wound, Causing her wounds to fester.

If she hadn't found it in time, I'm afraid Jiang Shiwei's hands would have been destroyed.

Mr. Zhang never asked, and even acquiesced in xuejingchen's move. This is what made Zhou Ma most cold. Since Jiang Shiwei said she was going to leave and wanted to find evidence, she had to let her go, otherwise Jiang Shiwei would be tortured crazy if he went on like this.

Just after Jiang Shiwei left, her left eye kept jumping, as if something bad had happened, but she couldn't care for so many years. As long as Jiang Shiwei could find evidence and make up with her husband, it didn't matter what she was like.

Anyway, she is old and retired for only a few years. It doesn't matter two years earlier.

Zhou's mother began to busy her hands again, but the noon menu was not ready, so she heard a voice from behind: "Zhou's mother!"

It was Zhan Bei who wanted to report the recent events in Jiangcheng to Nan tingliao today, but he didn't expect that the man who always depends on his work planned to meet Zhou Ma first.

Zhan Bei had no choice but to go downstairs and shout.

Zhou's mother reacted and looked at Zhan Bei: "what's the matter, Mr. Zhan!"

"Zhou Ma, what do you think? I called you several times, but you ignored me!" because Zhan Bei often came to the villa and liked to eat the dishes cooked by Zhou Ma, the relationship between them was quite familiar, but today it was obvious that Zhou Ma was not in the state, and Zhan Bei couldn't help complaining.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something." Zhou Ma put down her work.

Looking at the recipe prepared by mother Zhou, Zhanbei slandered. The roundworms in her stomach were making trouble: "mother Zhou, what do you eat at noon? Do you have one for me?"

"As long as you want to eat, of course you have your share!"

"Thank you, Zhou Ma!" when he got the permission, Zhan Bei beamed and smiled, just like winning the Jackpot: "by the way, Zhou Ma, Nan always called you and waited for you in the upstairs study."

Zhou Ma's face changed slightly, but she quickly covered it up. She knew that this moment had finally come. She had been waiting for this moment since last night, but she didn't expect that when this moment came, her heart was so calm. She might have predicted her end long ago, so she wasn't afraid.

Besides, she doesn't think she's wrong. Mr. likes his wife, but not all the decisions made by Mr. in his anger are right. She's not wrong to help his wife.

"OK!" mother Zhou answered, put down her things and walked upstairs.

Zhan Bei was amused to see her as if she were dead. What's the matter with her this week? It's all the old people in the villa. What's the matter?

Zhou's mother went to the second floor. The study was quiet. Nan tingliao didn't know what he was doing. He stared at the laptop in front of him. Even Zhou's mother didn't look up when she came in.

The man is handsome and focused. His dark eyes are like ink and jade, his handsome face is like knife carving, and his thin lips are light, which seems to be suppressing his unhappiness.

He didn't know when he changed his suit. His white lining and black coat made him look like a handsome young man from an oil painting.

Zhou's mother stood still, waiting for him to speak.

I don't know how long later, Nan tingliao seemed to have finished his work at hand. He turned off the computer and stood up, because the man was tall enough and had a full sense of oppression when he stood up, especially in a pair of deep eyes with complex emotions, which was taboo.

"Zhou Ma, how long have you been with me?"

Zhou's mother hung her eyes and her voice was neither light nor heavy: "it's been several years."

Looking at Zhou Ma's low brow, Nan tingliao's voice sounded calmly, like pinching the time to every second: "you should know my temper. Tell me where Jiang Shiwei has gone before I'm angry?"