Nongmen's fierce wife is a prodigal daughter

Chapter 397 Mrs. Zhao's words hit An Fuxiang's heart
"An Fuxiang, I want to break up with you."

Zhao, who was covered in injuries, finally couldn't stand it anymore and broke out.

During this time, she was verbally insulted by Li Tianyou and beaten mercilessly by those nurses.

"I don't..." An Fuxiang, who was lying on the bed, didn't have a good face on this matter.

Although the nursing home didn't do much harm in the back, the pressure in his heart these days was too great, which made him feel like he was going to die.

"If you don't agree, you have to agree. I asked Baoqing to write the reunion and separation between me and you. I don't want your things anymore. I will take my son and leave." He said, looking at the one who couldn't lie on the bed and couldn't move. An Fuxiang, let him draw a bet on the book of reunion and separation.

"Qiulan, you and I are a husband and wife, you want to leave now...cough cough...me?" He coughed after finishing speaking weakly.

"It's no wonder I, our mother and son will die if we stay any longer."

At first, she was reluctant to part with this mansion, but seeing Su Tianyou visit once every three days, she almost went crazy.

Looking at the person lying on the bed, Mrs. Zhao accused: "If you want to blame it, it's useless to blame you. In order to leave a bloodline for your An family, let your son follow me, otherwise you will feel sorry for the ancestors of the An family. "

Mrs. Zhao's words pierced An Fuxiang's heart.

Looking at his limping son, his eyes were moved.

When Mrs. Zhao saw it, she said with a burden on her back, "Fu Xiang, you persevere at home and wait for your son to go to high school. You will definitely come back to avenge you."

After speaking, carrying the gold and silver on his back, he took his son and left quickly.

An Baoqing was also frightened by the beating, and the mother and son hurried away with their belongings in the dark.

I left without a second thought.

"Mom, where are we going?"

"Don't worry, let's go to another town first and find an inn to stay for a while. We'll come back after we pass here." Zhao Shi didn't have an idea for a while, but she was frightened by Su Tianyou.

I just want to leave quickly and don't want to be beaten again.

"What don't we want there?" An Baoqing asked a little unwillingly.

"Whatever you want, what else can Anjia have, don't want it." The servants all ran away, and she wanted to stick to it, but found that there was nothing valuable at all.

"Don't worry, mother has all the valuable things. When the time comes, let your sister get some money, and mother will go to the capital with you." Now that we are separated, there is no need to worry about An Fuxiang reporting to the police.

What's more, An Fuxiang couldn't protect himself, and it was impossible to come to him again.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhao regretted not getting married earlier.

The mother and son went to seek refuge in a neighboring town, but when they left, there was a man in black in An Fuxiang's room.

"You, who are you?"

The man in black smiled and said, "The one who sent you up."

When An Fuxiang heard this, his eyes widened, and he said, "No, no, don't kill me, please, don't kill me."

"Oh, it's useless for you to beg my little brother." A pair of eyes came out from his shoulders.

"...Ah, ghost..." An Fuxiang couldn't bear the stimulation and passed out.

"Cut, what a coward." Ajing, who had no self-knowledge at all, was very contemptuous.

"..." Yingyi said that most people would faint when they saw such eyes.

He took out a porcelain bottle, came to the bedside, patted An Fuxiang who was unconscious, and poured the medicine into it the moment he woke up.

An Fuxiang's eyes were frightened: "No, don't..."

He doesn't want to die yet.

But no matter how unwilling he was, he could only close his eyes. He never thought that he would end his life like this...

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