we're finally divorce, ex-husband please be strong

"Ah! You crazy woman!"

The earthy soup hung on Mo Xinyue's face, the exquisite makeup was also splashed with soup, and the skirt was drenched with soup.

Qiu Yi held her hand tightly under the quilt, and her hatred burned in her eyes. It's a pity that her unformed child has been stewed into soup by such people.

All this is thanks to the dog man and woman.

"The wicked have their own bad news. Mo Xinyue, you should be careful when you go out in the future." Qiu Yi looked at her sarcastically and tried to calm the sharp ups and downs of her chest.

It's not worth being angry with such people.

Mo Xinyue looks at Qiu Yi angrily and wants to send her to see the child.

Extrauterine pregnancy bleeding, even can save life`

"For a woman like you who can't take care of herself, Yecheng has had enough of you! You're making a warm bed for Yecheng!"

Mo Xinyue's face was ferocious and deliberately approached Qiu Yi. The taste of soup on her body severely stimulated Qiu Yi's taste buds. Qiu Yi's face turned white every step closer.

Qiu Yi frowned, tried to resist the feeling of nausea and ruthless sarcasm, "but Miss Mo, you don't even have the qualification to warm the bed!"

In contrast, not even qualified, isn't it more sad?

Qualification is the most untouchable pain for Mo Xinyue, but Qiu Yi can hit the snake seven inches.

Mo Xinyue worked hard to improve herself and finally returned from her studies, but she still couldn't change the views of Lu's family.

She hates this woman.

Mo Xinyue's hate eyes stared at Qiu Yi's face and approached the bed step by step. Qiu Yi subconsciously grabbed the quilt.

"Have you forgotten that he was in my bed the day your mother rescued, and you..."

Mo Xinyue touched Qiu Yi's flat belly with her slender fingers and continued, "and neither you nor your child can compare with one of my fingers!"

Mo Xinyue was too close, and the feeling of nausea suddenly came up. Qiu Yi pushed Mo Xinyue in front of her aside, lying on the side of the bed and covering her pale lips.

"You really should taste this tonic soup. It's a tonic for you!" Mo Xinyue casually wiped the soup on her face, but her smile was even more ironic.

Qiu Yi took a sip of water and forced the feeling down.

"I didn't expect you to be such a person. Your heart is so dark. Aren't you afraid that Lu Yecheng knows your true face?"

Maybe Lu Yecheng already knows her true face. One is cheap enough and the other is cruel enough. They are really bitches with dogs for a long time.

Mo Xinyue was pushed to the ground. Her skirt was in close contact with the soup on the ground again. She covered her nose but still couldn't hide the taste.

Mo Xinyue's hatred eyes swept over like a knife. Suddenly, she was wronged. Tears fell down in pairs, as if she had been wronged here. Her mouth was still talking about some wronged words.

"What are you doing?" Qiu Yi looked coldly at her wonderful performance, but the next second, she couldn't laugh.

"What are you doing!"

Suddenly, the door of the ward was opened vigorously, and the door hit the wall with a loud noise. It is Lu Ye's habitual way of doing things before people arrive.

Qiu Yi notices Lu Yecheng's words. His tone is obviously blaming her for bullying his sweetheart.

"She came to me first, she..." she boiled our child's placenta into soup, you know?

Before Qiu Yi finished his explanation, he received Lu Yecheng's fierce and angry eyes.

Lu Yecheng hurried in from the door. Without looking at his new wife in bed, he went straight to Mo Xinyue and carefully helped her up.

"How are you? Is there anything wrong with you?"

Lu Yecheng takes off his suit and puts it on Mo Xinyue. He looks nervous and checks her up and down.

"I'm fine. I may have said something wrong and made my wife unhappy. I'm fine."

Mo Xinyue explains that Lu Yecheng loves her more in his eyes. Lu Yecheng hugs her in his arms and comforts her softly.

"You don't have to explain for her. You're fine."

This scene like a needle has been stabbing Qiu Yi's heart.

Qiu Yi has never seen her tender eyes and extremely gentle movements.

It was something she had never felt.

There was only rudeness and quarrel between them.

He really shows his love, but won't he feel too much when he does these things?

Qiu Yi calmly watched them perform, but his Qi and blood flowed back, and his lower abdomen was still aching. His back was wet with cold sweat.

She clenched her teeth, but she sneered inside.

No matter how much they show their love, she is also the young grandmother of the Lu family, and Mo Xinyue will always be a blind junior.

At this point, Mo Xinyue can't beat him.

The room was quiet, only Mo Xinyue's low sobs could be heard.

"Yecheng, I really didn't mean it. I just... I just heard that Mrs. Lu had lost her child. After all, I was the first person to know about her pregnancy. If it weren't for me, maybe... I'd better go first!"

Mo Xinyue cried until she finished. She covered her face and was about to run out. She was dragged back by Lu Yecheng and protected behind her.

Mo Xinyue's words not only shirked the responsibility for what just happened, but also deeply hurt Lu Yecheng's heart. He valued the child very much, but she "took" it away.

"Qiu Yi, you've gone too far!" Lu Yecheng turned his head and looked at Qiu Yi with a gentle face the moment before, and then he was cold and frosty.

Who says that only women turn their faces quickly, and the speed of men turn their faces is not flattering.

"My wife must have done this because she didn't want to see me. I understand. Many girls abroad are in a bad mood after miscarriage. I... I shouldn't have appeared!"

Mo Xinyue wiped the tears on her face, shook off Lu Yecheng's hand and walked out. Once again, she was dragged back by Lu Yecheng and put behind her.

"Wait for me!" Lu Ye takes Yu Guang's glance at the people on the bed. His eyes are gloomy and murderous, and he approaches Qiu Yi step by step.

"She's kind enough to bring you soup. Even if she doesn't drink it, she spilled Xinyue all over. Qiu Yi, it seems that I've shown mercy to Qiu."

Lu Yecheng's voice is cold and deep, like Shura from hell, which makes people smell the smell of death.

However, Qiu Yi now is not the same Qiu Yi at the beginning. If they don't do so, maybe she will really help them. But now, she suddenly doesn't want to.

Besides, he almost forced Qiu to a dead end this time. Where did he leave his face?

Qiu Yiyang raised his chin, stared at Lu Yecheng without fear, and said word by word, "send soup? She's so kind. Of course I have to pay back. Miss Mo, does the soup taste good!"