The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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"Go—" It was impossible to say, the pajamas on the chest were soaked with blood spilled inside and reddish.

Qian Mu held her chest and pointed at Murphy, then looked at Qian Yikun.

And Qian Yikun's eyes fell on Mo Fei's chest for a while, striding over and holding her up to the bedroom, "Sprout, send them away."

"Qian Yikun." Huang Jiaojiao yelled, still covering his face.

Qian's motherly body shivered, and his filial son actually drove her away?

Xinya shuddered and looked at the two women in front of her.

Qian Yikun returned to the room, kicked the door up with his feet, and then put Mofei on the bed to put it down, and took the medicine box out of the drawer of the bedside table.

Could it be lying on the bed, there was a torn pain in her chest, she just felt happy.

Qian Yikun reached out to unbutton her pajamas.

"What to do?" Because of the pain, Mo Fei's voice shivered involuntarily and stretched his hand tightly around Qian Yikun's wrist.

Qian Yikun waved her hand directly, without the slightest pity of Xiangxiyu.

Or is it that the unknown anger annoys him, does this woman really not care about her own life at all?

He and Gu Juxi did not hesitate to offend the life saved by Ye Cong. She didn't even know how to cherish, so he was so angry.

Could it be because of the pain that Qian Yikun had unbuttoned her pajamas? Because of the injury, she didn't wear close-fitting clothes, but the gauze on her chest that was stained with blood stains was scary.

It ’s a good figure, but it ’s a pity that Qian Yikun has no mood to pay attention to the two in front of her chest at this moment. The gauze was completely wet with blood.

Qian Yikun frowned, his chest seemed to be torn by someone, sore and sore.

Didn't the woman feel it?

Could it be clenching his hands, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, cursing his mother in pain.

"It's numb, is it enough?" Could it be roared, because she was involved in the wound, she once again cursed politely.

Qian Yikun took down the blood-stained gauze, and the wound inside was even more terrible.

"Ye Cong hit it?" Qian Yikun's hand shook unconsciously, reaching for the ointment, which was given to him by Gu Juxi. He knew that the medicine was not available outside.

It was so painful that she was scolded for a while, she didn't cry, her eyes were still dry, but her forehead and hair were all sweaty.

"Did I fight it myself?" Could sneer.

Qian Yikun looked up and looked at the corner of her mouth with a sneer. If it weren't for the physiological reaction that had no way to deceive people, he would even think that the woman was unconscious.

She still didn't cry because of the pain. Is she really a woman?

"You can cry if it hurts, no one will laugh at you." Qian Yikun said as she prescribed her medicine.

"Cry?" Could it be laughed, just laughed, with sarcasm.

She never cried, because tears have no value.

Mo Tian told her that in this world, tears are the least valuable and the weakest. Once a killer has tears, he is not far from death.

She is the most beloved killer in Mo Tian's hands. The so-called most beloved is the harshest, so she has been trained more brutally than others since she was a child.

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