Newly married wrong love, blaming ex-wife

Chapter 137 The cat is dead
Ling Ze is a man of one word and one word, and she can't change what he wants to decide.

"Little powder..."

She bit her almost colorless lips, and when she turned around, she saw Ling Ze standing at the door with a very cold smile on her face.

Every step that Mu Tianen moves forward seems to be heavier, and each step is like carrying dozens of kilograms of lead plates.

"Isn't it all very straightforward before?"

Ling Ze came over with one hand and piled her into the bathroom.

before……

Mu Tianen wanted to say that she used to be like a cow, but now, she is afraid of dying.

"Ling Ze!"

She called Ling Ze by his name. She used to call him Brother Ling, but she hadn't used this name for so long that she even forgot her own.

"Can I..."

As a result, before she could say anything, Ling Ze pressed her into the water, and then she choked on a mouthful of water. She wanted to call for help, but all she spit out was a series of blisters.

Her stomach was also in severe pain at this time, and the pain of being choked made her struggle desperately, patting the bathtub with her hands from time to time.

She opened her eyes in the water, and the light and shadow were directed towards Ling Ze's already distorted eyebrows, as well as the weird smile in Mu Tianqing's photo.

And what did she do wrong?
It wasn't until almost the same time that Ling Ze pulled Mu Tianen out. He naturally had a measure in his heart, it's been so long, if he didn't have a measure, Mu Tianen would have been killed by him many times already?

And how could he let Mu Tianen die? If Mu Tianen died, wouldn't it mean that there would be no one to play with him, so how would he live the rest of his days?

Even in hell, he would pull her along.

Never die.

Mu Tianen coughed violently, she was lying on the ground and couldn't even get up.

When Ling Ze was about to leave, Mu Tianen grabbed the corner of his trousers.

"Little fan, my little fan..."

She wants her cat, she wants her fan.

Ling Ze stopped, and then squatted in front of Mu Tianen.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Mu Tianen's collar tightly.

He laughed out loud, but that laugh was horrifying, penetrating, and terrifying.

"Xiaofen..." Mu Tianen pulled up Ling Ze's sleeve with his weak hands.

"Xiaofen, that stupid cat?"

Ling Ze suddenly smiled strangely, and approached Mu Tianen. In his eyes, Mu Tianen was so ugly and disgusting.

"The cat is dead, I trampled to death."

Ling Ze almost bit out these words every sentence.

"Mu Tianen, you will never see that cat again."

Mu Tianen shook her head, "No," she trembled her lips, she didn't know whether the tears were still water drops, falling down her chin from time to time.

"Why not?"

Ling Ze has never been a kind person, everything he does has his own purpose, Mu Tianen should be very clear about this.

"Mu Tianen, how does it feel to lose?"

He is like a demon, he is satisfied only if Mu Tianen is scarred and painful.

No, not satisfied, how could he be satisfied, how could he be satisfied so easily.

Mu Tianen just looked at Ling Ze like this, and grabbed his clothes tightly with his fingers.

"Give me back the little powder."

She wants her cat, Xiaofan is hers, she raised it with her own hands, it has nothing to do with others, no one can take away her Xiaofen.

Ling Ze reached out and patted her face.

"Mu Tianen, what do you think I gave you that cat for? It's just for you to raise it, and then kill it. I want you to experience the pain of losing your beloved one. I can't see you. The sky is fine, and you will never see your cat, and for the rest of your life, it will be..."

But before he finished his next sentence, suddenly, he heard a pop.

And he also froze, the bloody light scattered from his pupils.

The blood mixed with water droplets seemed to flood the entire bathroom.

And he didn't know when he let go of his hand. When his eyes finally started to recover, he saw Mu Tianen lying there like a rag doll, her head moving from time to time, But the corner of the mouth spit out blood from time to time, mouthful after mouthful, mouthful...

In the hospital, the lights in the operating room were always on.

Ling Ze sat outside. His face and body were covered with blood. Fortunately, he was wearing a one-year-old dark red and black shirt. Otherwise, his clothes might be completely stained with blood.

He stared straight ahead at the still red light, and the hands that were clasped together trembled unknowingly.
Time passed very slowly, one year, two years, or many years, but at this time there was nothing in his memory, only the woman who vomited blood profusely.

He stretched out his hand, as if his palm was full of blood.

There was blood in front of him, like the unlit lamp in front of the operating room.

In surgery, in surgery.

Is it that cat?
Mu Tianen, you can't die, your life belongs to me, if you owe Tianqing's life, you owe me my life, and if you haven't returned Tianqing's life to me, you are not qualified to die.

Didn't you want that cat? Okay, I'll give you back the cat, and you'll drink all your vomited blood back to me.

He took out his mobile phone, but for some reason his hand trembled, and the mobile phone fell to the ground.

He wanted to pick up his mobile phone, but when he stretched out his hand, he seemed to see those fresh red and warm blood again.

Also at this time, a hand stretched out from nowhere, helped him pick up the mobile phone on the ground, and then stuffed it back into his hand.

Ling Ze clenched his phone tightly. When he raised his head, he saw Zhuo Mingming standing in front of him. He was still wearing a surgical gown with blood stains on it.

Is this her blood too?
"Are you dead?"

He threw his cell phone back into his pocket, heartless and almost outrageous.

"It's fate."

Zhuo Xinming sat on the rest chair, he had already undergone surgery for a day, especially when he saw Mu Tianen, he was really frightened.

He has never been so afraid in his life. Since he was a child, he has been a bold person, not afraid of people or ghosts, and of course he is also afraid of death.

He remembered that when he took his first anatomy class, all the classmates cried hoarsely, screamed, and fainted. He was the only one who studied the corpse very curiously, and even touched it with his hands. Touch again, poke and poke again.

But when he saw Mu Tianen who was spitting blood profusely, he was scared.

He lowered his head and clenched his hands tightly, but at this moment his hands still seemed to be shaking.

And now the operation is over, but how long it will last, who knows?
"What disease?"

Ling Ze crossed his legs, as if it wasn't his wife, but a stranger inside, of course a stranger, he didn't care whether he was alive or dead.

(End of this chapter)