Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

At this moment, the hall on the first floor of the Cong family is in critical condition. All the people surrounded Cong Shan and Tang Wei, ready to go. Lin Qiao stood on one side and looked startled, "Cong Shan, I'll ask you again, do you want to go back to Cong's house?"

"Yes." Cong Shan laughed, "you can either kill me on the spot and carry my body back to Cong's house. I won't go back to this disgusting place until I die! "

A very small number of his mood swings were used to stab his family.

Tang Wei grabs Cong Shan's clothes, "little uncle..." His voice trembled violently, "don't let anything happen to you Don't die... "

Congshan suddenly thought of Tang Shi's dead brother.

He is the perfect double brother in the eyes of Tang Wei and Tang poetry. If even he dies, Tang Wei's small face will certainly show a wrinkled expression, like a small abandoned animal. It's really unbearable.

He's going to play the play until it's over.

Even in his whole life, he will be the double of Tang Yi.

Congshan made a fierce, more fierce, Lin Qiao looked at such a son, she can not hold him, she has no control of her son!

It's ridiculous that her son is going to fall out with her for a child born to another woman!

"I tell you, if you die, the wild seed in your hand will not survive either!"

Lin Qiao pointed to Tang Wei and scolded angrily, "how smart you are! It's a monster at first sight! When you grow up, you'll be fine! "

Tang Wei was scolded by her and shivered all over. Cong Shan kicked a man and coughed up a mouthful of blood. He wiped the blood on his mouth and looked up at Lin Qiao.

At that glance, it was very much like a jungle leader who was surrounded by people at the beginning, and had a thrilling glance when he was scarred. It was as fierce as a jungle beast who was forced to fight with all his strength at last.

Lin Qiao stepped back a few steps, and was frightened by his son's murderous eyes. He came back to his mind, and his face turned pale. "You even look at me with this kind of eyes for a wild child who doesn't know where? Cong Shan, you don't have my mother in your eyes

Cong Shan didn't speak and roared. People around him didn't dare to get close to him.

Tang Wei grabs his hand. There is a wound on Cong Shan's neck. Fresh blood drips down on Tang Wei's face. He widens his eyes and keeps covering Cong Shan's wound, wiping blood and crying, "uncle, it doesn't hurt It doesn't hurt... "

The cry moved the robot like Cong's family.

No one has ever worried about Cong Shan, and no one has ever asked him. He has been suppressed by the Cong family for such a long time, whether the blood flowing through the road is painful or not.

Only a five or six-year-old child, when he was scarred, pressed the wound to stop bleeding with his thin little hand, and said with a cry that it didn't hurt

Lin Qiao seemed to be shocked by the scene in front of him. He felt his heart beating rapidly. He never Jump so fast.

At this time, the door of Cong's house made a violent vibration, as if someone had hit their door from the outside!

Lin Qiao's face changed dramatically, "go and see what's going on!"

However, there was no time for Cong's servants to make a response, and more violent voices came continuously, which made people feel flustered. Along with it, the floors trembled, and then the splendid door of Cong's family burst into rubble and collapsed. Two earth moving vehicles and an excavator smashed the door of Cong's house!

A door that represents dignity up and down the jungle Someone broke through In this moment, face collapse, avalanche destruction!

Countless flying dust raised a gust of smoke, Lin Qiao angry voice were torn, "who! Who dares to get through the jungle? "

The underdog in the jungle is ready to attack immediately. This is the first time that he has been bullied to his own territory by others. He is also arrogant!

The dust gradually dispersed, the tremor gradually subsided, out of the smoke out of a tall and straight man's shadow, black eyes and black hair, eyes sharp as a blade, beautiful as the God of heaven, but the whole body aura is like the devil of hell. He is not a man of the jungle, but he is more ferocious than the man in the jungle!

He said, "why, you robbed one of my sons, and I smashed your door. Isn't it too much?"