Crossing into a straw bag fifth miss: 101 tactics of the art of taming

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, it must be you, you are the one who killed my son. Bai Xiaosheng Novels www>

Hongyu grabbed Hua Shuang's hair fiercely, pulling Hua Shuang's face twisted together.

"It was you, it was you who killed my son. You saw that I was so favored, and you hated me, so you killed my son, you cruel woman."

Hongyu stretched out her hand and slapped Hua Shuang hard, Hua Shuang staggered and fell to the ground, panting heavily.

"ah"[

Hongyu yelled, and ran out of the yard frantically holding her son's body.

She didn't see the gloomy smile on the corner of Hua Shuang's mouth, this woman was finally pulled down by her, she was the mistress of Luo Mansion.

Luo Liuling stood on the side, seeing all this clearly, the so-called falling into the water, the so-called slipping, and the so-called everything were all done by Hua Shuang, a sinister woman.

She had already seen that this Hongyu was too favored at that time, and had already seriously threatened Hua Shuang's status as the main wife.

Hua Shuangcai used a serial trick, using his own daughter as an introduction, to kill her son.

Luo Junhao was driven into anger by this scene, his body trembled, and he hugged Fifth Miss. In his arms, Fifth Miss was like a puppet wow, only to hear exclamations from around, Luo Junhao threw Fifth Miss into the In the lotus pond.

"You scourge, you go to die."

At this time, all the plays were over, and the nurses went into the water one after another to rescue Fifth Miss.

But Miss Fifth's eyes became dull, she locked her mind, locked all these things, she couldn't believe that her mother would treat her like this, and her father said she was a scourge.

Luo Liuling finally understood how stupid Miss Fifth was. After all these things, she sealed herself in a space, like a puppet. For a long time, her mind became more and more three-year-old, which led to her becoming a fool.

All this is caused by her mother.

Luo Liuling thought this was the end, and the screen changed to a mourning hall, where people from all over the Luo Mansion burned paper money, and more than a dozen eminent monks were chanting scriptures to save the dead.

"Three young masters."

The maids and the boys were crying. In front of the coffin, a man slowly looked at the child lying inside.

Among his children, only the third child looks the most like him, he is the shadow of his childhood. Luo Junhao lost his beloved son, and suddenly he seemed to have aged a lot, and he hadn't been to the morning court for a long time.