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

"Doesn't your company owe usury 30 million? Plus everything you want, I just want that woman."

"No! I won't promise!"

The first reaction of the Shang Dynasty was to refuse, but it attracted a burst of sneer.

"Well, are your hands enough for that woman?"

In a word, the Shang Dynasty was like a deflated ball and almost collapsed.

"I'll give you three days to think about it!" the night mark raised his chin proudly, looking down at the almost collapsed Shang Dynasty, and his lips slightly raised.

For a long time, the Shang Dynasty closed its eyes in despair.

Mingyue, I'm sorry!

******

At midnight, the bright moon was lying in the hospital. When she opened her eyes again, a pair of black and white eyes lost their look, and the previously delicate lips became pale.

She looked at the ceiling of her head empty, thinking about what had happened before, and the heartbroken fact hit her heart ruthlessly again.

When the bodyguard outside the door saw the people inside waking up, he immediately called to announce.

A moment later, the door of the ward was pushed open. With the shadow, the slender figure entered slowly.

The sound made the moon return to her mind slightly, turned her head numbly, and looked at the tall man standing by the bed.

It was still that beautiful and indescribable face, standing there condescending with the arrogant momentum of a king.

The cold and angry eyes immediately woke her up.

Despite the needle in his hand, he sat up.

"Tell me, where is Shang Dynasty? What did you... Do to him?"

They must have used some despicable means to say that in the Shang Dynasty.

He didn't show up on his wedding night. They must have locked him up.

He must have been forced!

Night scar's face suddenly changed, and his eyes suddenly showed terrible anger.

When he came to bed, his gloomy handsome face was close to the bright moon. His beautiful eyes blinked and Leng Mei smiled: "he's very well. It's you. I'm afraid he'll suffer."

"I would rather die than be your woman! No matter what means you use!"

Good, he likes horses!

The color of night Mark's eyes was frighteningly cold. He pinched her chin with one hand, gently pursed her thin lips, and said, "you look up to yourself too much. You don't even have the qualification to be a plaything. Do you want to be my woman?"

In a word, Mingyue felt a pain in her heart and hurt her nerve, "I am not qualified, but I don't believe that the Shang Dynasty would sell me like this. What right does he have to sell me?"