The wealthy little wife: BOSS adults entangled in the door

Jiang Yueming took a step back, opened her mouth wide, and was so frightened that she couldn't control herself.

Who is talking here?

who is it?

Why verbatim?

Qiao Zhi was silent, and looked away lightly.

She suddenly jumped up and said incoherently: "Fang Likun told you this? Did she slander me behind my back? She made up this, she framed me, she always wanted to harm me, she wanted to kill me, she was shameless, She is Qu Cunzi's mistress..."

"No! Yueming, I heard this with my own ears!" He said word by word, "I just couldn't open my eyes, but I was awake at that time, and I heard everyone's every move! Every time you talk to Li Kun's quarrel, and my mother's quarrel, I heard it all with my own ears!"

Jiang Yueming couldn't believe it, his face turned red and then turned pale.

Those words were all spoken by her.

When there are outsiders, she is always sad, virtuous and gentle; but as long as she is alone with Fang Likun or Mrs. Mu, she is unscrupulous and shows her true colors.

The anger is suppressed too much, and a window must be found to vent.

This man dared to risk his entire life for another woman.

This man dares to love another woman all the time——

It's terrible—how can the emotional world of a generation of goddesses allow the existence of such a man?

What's even more frightening is, why does this woman have to be Fang Likun every time?

Even if it were another woman, she wouldn't hate, be so angry, be so out of control.

Especially, when she faced him alone, as long as she thought of that hateful "will", she couldn't help cursing him viciously, really wishing that he would simply die.

Unexpectedly, he listened—Mu Qiaozhi's suspended animation—he could hear every word of her clearly.

A comatose person just has no strength, but he is not really comatose. He hears the visitor's footsteps, double-faced swords, honey-mouthed swords...or relatives' disputes, anxiety, crying...even cursing...he can hear it for a while. Clear and clear, never forgetting.

That was when he was the most painful and weakest, even if he was not qualified to ask for blessings from the woman he didn't love, but at least he was heartbroken to hear such curses—and again and again.

He sighed softly: "Yueming, since we have never loved each other, why should we continue to torture each other? I unilaterally announce the breakup, maybe the time is not so appropriate, but I really don't want to be like this again." .I have died once, and I don't want to keep acting against my conscience for some false name."

If time could be turned back, he would have made such a decision on the very day he made a mistake - procrastinating and procrastinating until he cut off all means of survival.

Therefore, as soon as he woke up, he was determined to make a clean break with everything in the past.

"Joe Zhi...I...I..."

She was embarrassed, her lips were dry, she didn't know what to say, but she was still eager to argue: "I... I hate you for making such a will, I didn't really curse you... I really didn't mean it..."

"Then what do you mean by unplugging my oxygen tube?"

Jiang Yueming took a step back, and then another step.

For the first time, real fear appeared in her eyes, like a female ghost wearing a painted skin whose gorgeous skin was suddenly exposed.

She trembled all over, in disbelief.

This time, it was definitely not Fang Likunjin's slander.