The sweet wife is too sweet: Husband, do you want a hug?

Chapter 370

Her words made him tremble violently.

His true face?
Maybe!
He will stop at nothing to get what he wants.

Her lips trembled, and she wanted to say something, but he suddenly lowered his head and pressed her lips hard.

It seemed to be angry, or sad, or even powerless, he pried open her teeth, swept across her lips, entangled her pink tongue, stirred, entangled.

Tang Xinyan didn't expect that he would dare to kiss her. She was angry and anxious, and pushed him hard with both hands, but he was like an iron wall, no matter how hard she pushed, she couldn't move.

He kissed deeply. At first, she resisted strongly, but later, she didn't resist anymore.

However, there is no response.

He stopped, his eyes were gloomy, and he looked at her deeply.

There was a layer of mist in her eyes, like a dead pool, without any waves.

She didn't hate him, but she couldn't love him anymore.

Little by little, Mo Chiwei loosened his big palms around her waist, clenched his hands tightly into fists, and on the back of his hands, blue blood vessels burst out one by one.

His Adam's apple rolled, his thin lips parted, but he didn't say a word.

Tang Xinyan pressed the elevator, and as soon as the elevator door opened, she walked in quickly, as if the person behind her was a scourge.

……

Back at the apartment, looking at Liu Yue who was waiting in the living room, Tang Xinyan wiped away the tears on her face, walked over, and called softly, "Mom."

Liu Yue handed a hand warmer to Tang Xinyan's hand, "Mom warmed milk with you." Then, she walked to the kitchen and brought out the milk from the microwave.

Now her mother's mental condition has improved, even if she lost Mo Chiwei, she still has her mother and her closest relatives.

After taking a sip of milk, she looked at her relatively flat stomach.

Besides mom, she also has her baby.

She is not alone.

……

Mo Chiwei stood in front of the elevator for a long time.

He closed his bloodshot eyes, punched hard, and hit the wall hard.

Fingers, immediately dripping with blood.

After a long time, he returned to the car.

He turned off the heating, lowered the car windows, and accelerated the car. He didn't seem to feel the cold, and let the thorny wind blow on his face.

At four o'clock in the morning, Aunt Wang heard the door opening, she got up and looked into the living room.

Seeing Mo Chiwei who was drenched and pale, she said worriedly, "Sir—"

Mo Chiwei waved his hands, signaling Aunt Wang to leave him alone.

He went into the bedroom, took a shower in the bathroom, and fell on the bed in his nightgown.

The next day Aunt Wang got up to make breakfast, and she knocked on the bedroom door.

"Sir, breakfast is ready."

No one in the bedroom responded to her.

Aunt Wang thought that Mo Chiwei was still resting, so she didn't dare to knock on the door again.

She waited in the living room for nearly an hour, and saw that Mo Chiwei hadn't woken up at eight o'clock in the morning. You must know that during the days when she came to work as a servant, Mo Chiwei never got up past seven o'clock.

What's going on today?
Didn't the husband go to the island to chase his wife?

Why did you come back alone last night in a daze?

……

bedroom.

It seemed that Mo Chiwei hadn't had such a big sleep in many years, but he didn't sleep well.

After closing his eyes, the nightmare continued, and the cold sweat on his forehead continued to flow down his stern face.

In the dark basement, only a five or six-year-old boy was tied up in a corner. A masked man walked over with a sneer, pulled off the belt, and sprayed foul-smelling urine on his face.

As soon as the picture changed, he came back from school with his schoolbag on his back. As soon as he entered the community, he saw the flames soaring into the sky. A group of people surrounded the villa. The firefighters came out carrying a few stretchers. corpse.

The dream kept switching locations. He and several young men who were also battered and bruised were thrown into the Tibetan mastiff field. They held a dagger in their hands. First, they had to survive from the fierce Tibetan mastiff's mouth. Fight with the little boy locked together, kill his companions, only the one who wins in the end can survive.

………………

Hey, there is no monthly pass, no more recommended tickets~~ I have abandoned Miaomiao after it was put on the shelves~
There is still at noon~
(End of this chapter)