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

The moon ran to the door and twisted the lock with both hands.

But he couldn't open the door anyway. From time to time, his eyes turned back and looked at the carpet by the bed, for fear that the fallen man would suddenly stand up.

Just then, the door was opened from the outside, and two bodyguards in black were about to enter the door.

The moon rushed out recklessly. Before she ran far, she immediately hit a solid chest.

Night mark lowered his head and stared at the frightened moon,

"Come out so soon?"

The bright moon stroked her undulating chest and looked at the man in front of her with resentment.

"Are the guests satisfied?"

Hearing this sentence, Mingyue was afraid that the man would not die.

Night mark didn't speak, waiting to see the woman's reaction in front of him.

Soon, the two bodyguards came out of the room with a man with a bloody face. When they passed by Mingyue, Mingyue didn't dare to look again and closed her eyes.

"Call the police and send me to jail!"

Open your eyes again, the bright moon has no panic just now.

Looking back on the scene just now, she would rather be locked up than suffer that torture again.

"Go to jail?"

Night scar chuckled, raised Mingyue's chin with his big hand and stared at her.

"How am I willing to let you go to jail? There are many interesting things you don't see!"

The moon is still thinking about the meaning of that sentence and has been taken to the door of a house.

Not here?

Standing in front of the gray iron door, the bright moon suddenly sounded the experience of fear.

Standing at the door, his eyes kept staring, and his steps didn't move.

But he was pushed into the room by the big hand behind him.

The light in the room was still dark. As soon as she saw the strong men in black, the moon felt a cold from the soles of her feet.

His eyes instantly focused on a mass of things on the ground.

Looking carefully, he immediately covered his mouth with fear.

It was a man lying on the ground. His white shirt had completely turned red and was dyed red by blood.

I couldn't see his face, but the moon guessed from his hair, which had been wet by snow.

His face may have been blurred.

The man lay on the ground, his limbs motionless, and he could only hear the subtle sound of breathing.

"Familiar?"

Night Mark looked at the moon and said with evil spirit.

She didn't care about her pale face.

The bright moon looked at the bloody scene in front of her. She didn't understand what he wanted her to do. She could only cover her banging chest and tremble all over.