Wealthy child bride: divorced 101 times

Several bodyguards hesitated for a few seconds before pressing Fang Cheng's feet.

Yi Ningxiu stood behind Su Qianqian all the time, watching her movements, he was shuddering.

Is this still Su Qianqian?

That Su Qianqian who doesn't even dare to hurt small animals?

"Qianqian..." He called out hesitantly, "Let someone else do this kind of thing."

Su Qianqian turned her head and glanced at him, her smile was half a smile, full of sarcasm: "Only the blood of my enemy can wash away my shame. If you don't want to see it, you can leave."

It's not something that happens to you, anyone can remain a bystander.

How could Yi Ningxiu understand her pain for so many days without personally experiencing her pain?

Every day, every second, every moment of her life, she didn't think about revenge.

The humiliation she had suffered was like purgatory, tormenting her in her heart every moment.

Where was this person when her self-esteem was trampled on the ground and played with?

It was he who gave her to someone else with his own hands, it was he who made her what she is now...

Su Qianqian raised the dagger and cut off the hamstring of Fang Cheng's right foot.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

A pig-killing cry came out of Fang Cheng's mouth, and Su Qianqian frowned, "It's really noisy."

The bodyguard immediately stuffed a rag into Fang Cheng's mouth.

Blood spurted out, and a few drops splashed on the back of Su Qianqian's hand.

She looked at the blood on her hands in a daze, and the smile on her face was a bit real.

Fang Cheng's tears and snot came out, he looked at the baby-faced woman in front of him in shock, anger and fear, her smile was a little innocent at the moment, in his eyes, it was nothing more than a devil's smile!

"Does it hurt?" Su Qianqian smiled, "There isn't a lot of blood, isn't this knife much sharper than before? I'm sorry for making you feel so much better."

She looked at Fang Cheng's painful face quietly, her eyes were deep, but her expression was very calm.

She quietly waited for Fang Cheng's pain to pass, and then slowly said: "Okay, it's time to get another one."

Fang Cheng yelled "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo". this is a 40-year-old man who is so frightened that he almost loses control in front of a girl who is ten years younger than him.

He struggled violently, but was held firmly on the wooden frame by the security guards, unable to move.

Su Qianqian calmly raised her hand, and was about to slash it with a knife——

"Qianqian, that's enough..." A pair of white hands pressed on the back of her hand.

The man's voice came from his ear with regret: "You don't need to do this kind of thing. Let me do it."

Su Qianqian was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised her eyes and looked at Yi Ningxiu.

There was pain hidden in the man's eyes, and those glazed eyes reflected her expressionless face, and she smiled at him.

"Do you feel sorry for me?"

"Yes."

"Do you feel sorry for me?"

"Shallow..."

"You really should feel sorry for me." Su Qianqian waved his hand away, "In this world, the person who is most sorry for me is you."

"But, I don't need your cheap apology, what you owe me."

She smiled lightly.

"I don't need you to pay it back. You won't be able to pay it back in your life."

In front of him, she cleanly cut the hamstring of Fang Cheng's other foot.

Blood spurted out in an instant, Su Qianqian stroked her cheek, the warm touch of the blood still remained on the skin, it was hot and disgusting.