The Young Master’s Bride

Tong Jiahui was in a hurry, otherwise she wouldn't have said to Feng Yan these things that were not in her head. She knew that Feng Yan was a yin and cautious person and was not easy to provoke.

"Regret your mother, don't call me any more to delay my time! I recorded all these words you and I said, and I want to send it to Li Beichen. The boat of your friendship has turned over!"

When Feng Yan said this, he was like a wicked child.

Feng Yan hung up the phone and blew a whistle happily.

"Scare her to death!"

The light of some mischief flashed seriously in Feng Yan.

Tong Jiahui must be panicked and scared this time, she is still a good friend here in Li Beichen.

If Feng Yan really told Li Beichen about the dialogue between them, then she could not afford the consequences.

Li Beichen would kill her.

"Count you done something serious!"

Sometimes it's not physical pain that makes people suffer, but mental panic, which makes people more likely to collapse.

Feng Yan gave Li Beichen a look that was too lazy to pay attention to you.

At this time, Huo Qingge, who was listening to the corner, walked out and looked at Li Beichen with a smile.

"I want to give Tong Jiahui a call at this time, and then stimulate her!"

Huo Qingge felt that treating Tong Jiahui such a snake-hearted woman should cause her to suffer.

Thinking that her daughter is still silent, she wants to make her speechless in her life, and let her taste this kind of extreme panic.

"It's best to meet up and see what she looks like!"

At this time, Huo Qingge would agree to whatever he did. He knew the resentment and hatred in her heart.

Tong Jiahui, a woman who made her die, was a pleasure for her. As long as she tortured her slowly, it was the greatest punishment for her.

Mental torture is far more unbearable than physical pain.

"you got me!"

In fact, Huo Qingge thought so too. She wanted to see what the **** Tong Jiahui was like now.

"Let the little speaker accompany you, there will be someone to protect you secretly, don't worry about safety!"

Huo Qingge's personal protection is a small speaker, and there are many people protecting her in the dark.

After all, Huo Qingge is Li Beichen's weakness, and the other party is very likely to start from her.

"I see, you can spend time with your children at home! I'll go out to abuse the little ghost!"

Huo Qingge couldn't wait. She really wanted the matter to be over soon, so she could tell her in front of Tong Jiahui, who was the clown during this period of time.

She would tell her that she already knew everything, and she really wanted to see what she would be like.

Huo Qingge called Tong Jiahui with a voice as if he had just cried, and asked Tong Jiahui to meet at the coffee shop.

Tong Jiahui refused at first, she was beaten by Mingxiu, her face was wounded, how could she let Huo Qingge see her.

However, Huo Qingge said that there was something wrong with Li Beichen in the past two days, and Tong Jiahui only agreed to meet.

The weather in Yuncheng today was not very good, and it was raining in winter.

When Huo Qingge got off the car, the little speaker held an umbrella for her, and the two of them walked to the cafe.

When it was rainy, the sight was not good, and a man with an umbrella walked across, as if talking on the phone, but did not notice Huo Qingge.

When he accidentally bumped into her, the man said to Huo Qingge, "Sorry, are you okay?"

Hearing this voice, Huo Qingge's body stiffened. She would not have heard the voice that appeared in her dreams during countless sleepless nights.

That rainy night, the gentle man reached out to her and asked her, "Are you all right?"