Wealthy child bride: divorced 101 times

She knew she was going to leave at night, so she secretly broke the porcelain bowl at noon and hid a piece in her pocket. Later, when Lance's men came to tie her up, she held it in her mouth again.

The porcelain piece was so sharp that it cut her mouth full of blood, and when she spit it out later, her mouth was almost ground to pieces.

The mountain road was bumpy, and she held the porcelain piece and cut the rope bit by bit, the pain between her fingers was almost numb, and she couldn't feel her own fingers cut.

She knew she would be found, so she deliberately ran into the depths of the jungle.

She rolled down the hillside and bumped her head against a tree trunk, unable to recover for a long time.

For a moment, she didn't even know why she ran away, why she was here, and why... this kind of thing happened.

The cold moon hangs high.

She looked at the full moon and slowly stood up while supporting the tree trunk.

Splitting headache.

But she couldn't stop.

She stood up staggeringly, and the surroundings were extremely quiet, so she heard some voices.

It was the sound of footsteps, and the sound of clothes rubbing against grass blades.

The voice came from above her head.

For a moment, she was like a robot without electricity, and for a moment, she froze.

She turned her head little by little, and on the hillside, the handsome man looked at her expressionlessly, his blond hair showed a translucent color under the moonlight.

And those pine green eyes, in the darkness, also flashed with a sharp brilliance like a blade.

An extremely short scream burst out from within her chest, and the sound stopped when it reached her throat. She backed up step by step, and ran away in a panic.

Found, found, dying...

On the three-meter-high hillside, Lance just jumped down.

He looked at Su Qianqian who was running around like a headless chicken in the woods, and thought to himself, how dare you escape.

How dare you escape!

He walked slowly step by step. He didn't walk fast. Under the moonlight, there was a wet trace where Su Qianqian ran.

He knew it was all blood.

He remembered that she was still pregnant with the child.

Although from her slender figure, there is no sign of pregnancy at all.

She must love that child very much. The anti-birth herbal medicine picked by his servants was boiled into a pot, and the taste was unbearable even to him, but she could drink it all without frowning.

A ferocious look like a wolf appeared in his eyes, and he approached Su Qianqian step by step.

He stood on it just now, and he could already see that there was a cliff not far away, not to mention Su Qianqian, even a professional mountaineer, without special tools, would not even think about going up.

She can't run away.

He walked over unhurriedly. Not far away, Su Qianqian sat on the ground with her head lowered, leaning against the cliff, trembling slightly.

With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, he walked slowly over. To Su Qianqian, that voice was no less than a death talisman.

He stood in front of her, looking down at her, his pine green eyes, at this moment, had a kind of inorganic indifference, as if two emerald green glass beads were inlaid on his perfect face, he was cold Yes, like a delicate doll.

"How dare you run." He whispered, "How dare you run."

"..."

He stretched out his hand, grabbed Su Qianqian's collar, dragged him up from the ground, and pressed him against the cliff, facing that pale face.