Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

But Tang Shi did not die, tenaciously survived, she is like a Xiaoqiang, so hard to live, and thin night, but every time to her back to trample on a foot, eager to crush her spine.

Now? Everything was as he wanted. One rib of Tang poetry was broken, and it was the one closest to the heart.

Her bones were not so hard, hard enough to carry all the grievances and pain, she was so fragile, so weak that a touch, she bled

Thin night did not speak, fell into a dead silence.

Jiang Ling said, "these days, sitting by her bed to talk, thin night, Tang poetry ears can still hear."

Thin night suddenly raised his head, as if by electric shock, "I Can you go back? "

"All you have to do now is make it up to her as much as you can." Jiang Ling tut a, "but it seems that Tang poetry is not rare your compensation."

Yes, she said before she was in a coma that she wanted him to owe her, preferably for generations to come, and be crucified.

When Tang poetry blocked those two knives for him, did he hold such an idea?

Thin night eye socket is red, how she so cruel! I'd rather let myself bleed and hurt than let him owe her! She is not afraid of death!

Jiang Ling looks at Bo Ye's expression and suddenly feels that the man in front of her is very poor.

He was blinded by the so-called truth for such a long time, so that when he opened the cocoon a little bit later, he was as fragile as a paper man, and once touched, he became dust.

It turned out that the justice he had insisted on for so long was false.

It turns out that the person he hates deeply in recent years is not the one who should bear all this.

Those who have been wronged are pitiful, and those who have made mistakes are even more pitiful.

He made a mistake that could not be reversed. In the end, he found that it was himself who was guilty.

Bo Ye's back looks like a statue. Later, Jiang Ling said to the figure he left, "Bo Ye, I have advised you many times But you don't listen

Thin night did not speak, closed his eyes, even tears.

******

Tang Shi was in a coma for two weeks. Bo ye sent someone to pick up Tang Wei. After knowing that his mother had an accident, Tang Wei went to the hospital directly. He saw his mother lying on the hospital bed pale, eyes closed, covered with all kinds of detection lines, and with a beating machine on his fingers. He was red on the spot and saw the thin night sitting beside the sick bed of Tang Shi The look in his eyes could bleed.

Thin night suddenly stood up, want to speak, but heard Tang Wei cry, "what do you want?"

He was questioned by his own son.

Thin night's heart seems to have been stabbed and twisted, so painful that he felt his chest must be bloody.

Tang Wei came to the bedside crying and pushed the servants away. The nanny was worried and cried, "young master..."

"Don't call me young master!"

Tang Wei wiped his tears and looked back viciously, "I don't want to be a young master. I'm not a young master of your family! Go away to your master. I don't need your dog yet

At a young age, it is so skillful to hurl one's mouth.

Bo Ye was deeply distressed, "but I sent these people to take care of your life..."

"Care?" Tang Wei raised his head and looked at the eyes of the upper thin night, one big and one small, facing each other.

"You don't deserve to take care of me. Your so-called care is to make my mother look like this!"