My Third Gentleman

Chapter 1840 is beaten again

Zhang Xiaowei sneered, "Miss Ling, are you amnesia or senile dementia? Don't you even remember who you are? I care about you, the king of heaven, I will slap people whenever I want, who do you think you are?" She is also full of confidence, as Xu Molian said, hitting her in the face is just hitting his face, she can bear it, he can't bear it either.

Ling Rou'er was out of breath, and broke free of Zhang Xiaowei's grip. Seeing that she was about to open again, even though she knew her wrists hadn't been raised, she was grasped by a strong big hand, and then " Kacha "a sound, it was a dislocation sound, and finally a screaming scream...

Such a big disturbance naturally alarmed Xu Molian upstairs. He was in the study to approve the documents. This woman who didn't know what it was dared to come to his house and beat him, so he would naturally not be a man. Be merciful, besides, he is not a pity and jade.

"From where to roll back!" Xu Molian also heard from the ice cellar.

The most painful place for Ling Rou'er was not her wrist, but her heart.

Xu Molian said that she had never tried to speak loudly to her before, so that she felt a little pity for her because of him.

Now she was so painful that her forehead was sweating non-stop, but she didn't say a word, staring at Xu Molian with every mistake.

The face that was swollen by Zhang Xiaowei's beating looked a little sordid.

However, Xu Molian only glanced at her coldly, and then turned to Zhang Xiaowei, "Being slapped in the face again and again, it seems that you are taking what I said as the wind."

The tone is still cold, and there is blame, but everyone can hear a little more invisible favor than before.

Zhang Xiaowei touched his face, it was really painful.

"The enemy attacked me from behind. I didn't have any precautions. I won't take it as an example, and I also shot it back without losing your face."

Xu Molian is a face-conscious man, but how can she say that she now takes the position of other people's wife and is obligated to preserve his face.

"Zhuxi, my face has long been lost by you, and now I am at the door of my house."

"My fault, you must pay attention next time. Then I will go up and get some medicine. Do you treat the aftermath here?"

Xu Molian glanced at her and didn't stop her from going upstairs, only then did her gaze turn to Ling Rou'er, whose face was completely bloodless.

"Don't let me see you doing anything to my woman in the future. I am a face, my woman is not someone who can do it, so you can do it for yourself." I have regained my usual calmness and emotionlessness.

Ling Rou'er's tears were already missing when he was chatting with Zhang Xiaowei as if entering an uninhabited state.

After waiting for many years, others did not understand Xu Molian. She did. She had never cared about her sister in this way. Her tone was not good, but she definitely protected her shortcomings.

"Xu Molian, have you ever moved me sincerely?" She didn't believe that the past moments were all a joke, and all his tenderness towards her was nothing but beautiful.

"Never!"

With the expected answer, Ling Rouer closed her eyes in despair, "Lian, I love you, you know, I have loved you since you were with your sister, and I have never hurt you, your sister, and your sister’s death. I can’t stop it, and I’m very sad, I don’t know why you want to anger me, why you are so cruel to me."

She was holding back the intense pain and crying, and she complained every word. She was afraid that if she missed this opportunity, she didn't know when she could talk so much to him.

(End of this chapter)