My Previous Fraternal Twins

"Hiss..." Dong Yazhen looked at the reports falling in front of her.

She was stunned for a moment and continued: "no, I didn't do it. Rourou, you have to believe mom."

Tang Wanrou held the child, bent slightly, picked up the test report on the ground, looked at it, smiled coldly and said, "you also said that this organization is false. I think you are very ill."

She looked at the situation in front of her. Tang Wanrou immediately got rid of her relationship with Dong Yazhen.

She walked slowly to Luo Yuan's side and pretended to be kind and said, "I'm really sorry. I didn't expect my mother to do such a thing."

Tang Wanrou glared at Dong Yazhen angrily and continued: "I've always asked her to get along with everyone, but look what you've done? You don't want me to stay in the Mohist school."

As she spoke, she began to decorate her home and put out her hand to wipe her tears.

Luo Yuan underestimated Tang Wanrou's hypocrisy. Seeing her like this, she didn't have a chance to meet each other.

Just a chuckle.

Dong Yazhen looked at Tang Wanrou somewhat lost and said to herself, "I thought you were really for my good. I didn't expect your child to say that about me. I didn't do it for you."

"Shut up, I never asked you to give me anything. Don't make these excuses for your greed." Tang Wanrou angrily scolded.

Huo made a gesture in the direction of the strong men.

The strong man understood. He picked up the vase on one side and smashed it on Dong Yazhen's head.

"Ah..." Dong Yazhen screamed.

She reached out and touched her head, and the blood ran down her hand.

"Blood, you..." Dong Yazhen looked at the strong man in some panic.

His eyes were cold and he walked slowly towards Dong Yazhen.

"You must pay me a hundred times for my wrongs." the strong man stretched out his hand and grabbed Dong Yazhen's hair.

Then he dragged her to the corners.

"Ah..." Dong Yazhen wailed bitterly.

Before she could ask for mercy, the strong man hit her hard again.

This time her body trembled with pain, and the blood on her forehead was dripping everywhere.

The originally small room looked particularly frightening for a time.

Tang Wanrou looked at the picture of Dong Yazhen being beaten by others. She was even a little lucky. She just didn't insist and helped Dong Yazhen to the end. Otherwise, they might be the two who were beaten now.

"How's it going? Isn't it good? I've been punished, but you're much more painful?" the strong man asked with a cold smile as he fought.

Looking at this picture, the strong man suddenly became a little excited. He smiled and asked, "later, I will let you feel my more warm care for you. Would you like to consider begging me? Maybe I can do it a little lighter?"

"Don't come here, don't come here." Dong Yazhen's trembling body retreated and retreated.

Her legs were too weak to support her to run elsewhere.

The strong man looked at her despondent appearance and aroused the riot.

He said more excitedly, "no, let's play something else this time."

As he spoke, the strong man waved to the drunk next to him and said, "let's play the tug of war. What do you think?"

"OK, how to play?" the drunk asked with a twinkle in front of his eyes.

Dong Yazhen looked at them with a bad feeling.

The strong man bared his teeth and said with a smile, "make a rope with her. First tie her hand and leg to the post, and then we'll race to see who takes her off first."