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

The moon was surprised. She opened her eyes and looked back. What?

It takes three hours to drive from here to the villa. If this hateful man wants her to walk back in two hours, is it still raining so hard?

This bastard man

"If you are late, you will be punished! You see!"

Night scar narrowed his eyes, looked at the wet man and said coldly.

The bright moon is angry and thinks of hate in her heart,

God, why don't you chop this inhuman guy to death!

"Run away, you know what will happen! Don't forget, your lovely brother."

The last warning means that the words fall, the windows rise rapidly, and then ignore the people who are about to stand unsteadily washed by the rain.

When the car left, a wave of water splashed on the bright moon.

Standing in the rain and looking at the car going away, the bright moon is cool from top to bottom.

For a long time, she stared at the road ahead. Her long eyelashes were covered with drops of water. She could only blink.

I can't tell tears or rain on my face.

Then, he strengthened his feet again and began to walk forward on the streets that had become rivers.

The fine raindrops gradually became big, like a basin of water deliberately poured by God, and the road under your feet became more and more difficult.

Night Mark looked at the blurred figure behind him from the rearview mirror and was walking hard in the rain step by step.

The foot on the brake relaxed and the speed slowed down.

Then, a violent flash flashed in his eyes. He stepped on the accelerator fiercely, and the car rushed forward like an arrow. Under the rolling of the wheels, there were bursts of water splashes.

The bright moon held her trembling body blown by the cold wind, frowned and blinked to see the road ahead. The high-heeled shoes she was wearing hindered her forward speed, and the rain poured into her shoes. It was as painful as being in the swamp without taking a step.

She stopped, hesitated, simply took off her shoes. As soon as her feet stepped into the water, there was a bone chilling cold and a fierce cold war.

The clothes on the body have been completely attached to the body, and the dripping skirt of the lower body has become a drag on the body.

Take your shoes in your hand, your feet are dripping in the cold water, and the blood has been on your clenched lower lip.

I don't know how long it took, the moon hasn't come out of the street, and the rain doesn't mean to stop at all.

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[what I said about collecting more and more children's shoes is ignored?]