Wife wants to remarry: The poisonous young man's enchanting strategy

"Say, what's going on." the night Mark's eyes narrowed like midnight, and the flowing wave light looked at the bright moon covering his face, with a cold question in his words.

Such charming eyes are like skates, which can't be deceived.

Mingyue was a little frightened by his eyes and didn't know how to answer.

Gong Xueshe, leaning against the night mark, raised her head and looked at the night mark pitifully with a pair of tearful eyes,

"Mark, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, i... I just wanted to be a friend with her, but after she knew my identity, she said I was not a good man, but a cheap race, the daughter of a hooligan. What did she say about my relationship, but my father him..."

"I really just want to be friends with her. I haven't done anything bad."

Gong Xueshe leaned against the night mark and cried with tears. If Gong Xueshe hadn't hit her, Mingyue would have been moved by what she said just now.

At the moment, she can only look at the unbelievable facts in front of her, and even forget that the person who was beaten is herself.

Hearing Gong Xueshe's words, night scar slowly let her go, walked in front of the bright moon and looked at her with cold eyes,

"Didn't you say you don't want to be my woman? I didn't expect to refuse to return it. Don't you make any expression?"

The low voice was cold and trembling. The gloomy handsome face looked terrible. Gong Xueshe stopped crying and looked at the bright moon from behind. Her eyes were obviously proud.

Mingyue felt a great injustice in her heart. She tightly closed her lips and looked up at the night mark. Her face was obviously unwilling to obey.

Night scar grabbed the moon and held the hand on her face. Her great strength made her feel so painful that she took a breath in her heart.

Tears swirled in my eyes, but I was so strong that I refused to fall down,

"I'm not wrong!"

No longer want to bear this inexplicable injustice, Mingyue said loudly!

"Huh? That's right?" the thin lips of the night mark were close to the ears of the bright moon. The cold touch seemed to touch the red mark on her face, like a kind of caress and comfort. But the low voice woke her up ruthlessly. "You don't want to see your brother?"

His threat, the strength of his grip on her wrist, the bright moon almost fainted in pain.

"Sorry!"

The light sound is like that of an object without a soul.

"Mark! Don't do this. She must not have meant it. You let her go!"