Chapter 57

Mo Beiting's office. She was here last time.

It's cloudy today, and the tone is more depressing than last time!

Mo Beiting turned his back to her. From his back, he could not see his mood at the moment. Yi Qiao felt a little uneasy and licked his dry lips.

"You said that time, it wasn't your medicine."

Yi Qiao: "sorry."

She has nothing to say.

Although she didn't prescribe the medicine directly, she used two things that could react together to set a trap for Mo Beiting.

She had a premeditated plan for this to happen.

Mo Beiting turned around and clamped her shoulder. Yi Qiao felt that the bones of both shoulders would be crushed by him.

"Shen Yiqiao, you are so bold. How dare you..."

His face was livid and his lips curved sharply.

He knew that there was something wrong with the wine, but Shen Yiqiao said it wasn't her. He believed it. Now, he is really stupid.

No, in fact, he still doubted. After all, everything happened so coincidentally. After drinking mixed liquor, Shen Yiqiao appeared in front of him and threatened him to get married. But the feeling of doubt and hearing her admit it to him is totally different!

"Do you know how important things in my life have been ruined by your selfishness?"

Yi Qiao can't bear Mo Beiting's eyes at the moment. It's a man's outrage that can burn her into powder.

She avoided his sight, fingers tightly together, nails deeply embedded in the meat, "I'm sorry."

"Don't tell me I'm sorry, Shen Yiqiao. We're... The same."

Yi Qiao didn't understand what he meant by the same, so he saw Mo Beiting take out his mobile phone and quickly dial a number, "Fujii community, building 3, building 6, room 02, smashed it for me."

"No, Mo Beiting, you can't do that." She rushed to grab Mo Beiting's mobile phone, but men crush women every minute in terms of height and strength.

"No?" Mo Beiting holds her waist with her mobile phone hand, and holds her jaw with the other hand. Shen Yiqiao finally changes his face. It is no longer the cold or charming expression before, but it makes the fire in his heart burn more vigorously.

He's angry, he's angry, but holding her like this, staring at her lips with light lipstick, he darned, actually reacted.

And, faster than ever before!

Mo Beiting's forehead was full of veins, and he said, "Shen Yiqiao, you ruined the future of Chen Baimo and me. I've been merciful to you for smashing that room."

In contrast, her care for that man made him more angry than she ruined the future of him and Chen Baimo.

He couldn't control the dark side of his heart.

Every time he thinks about the house, the man in the picture, he has a desire to destroy it.

He was angry because of her deception. Rather, he finally found a fair reason to start with the house.

There are many ways for him to make her feel worse than death. Muzi, Shisheng, Shen's family and Lu ran, who are not her weak points, have to worry with a dead man!

"Mo Beiting," Yi Qiao grabbed his clothes, as if for fear that the house would be lost as soon as he let go.

Everything about Lu Yan is in that house.

She didn't bring out a little.

If Mo Beiting destroys it, it will break the connection between her and Lu Yan.

"I can get everything back to the beginning."

Mo Beiting felt that his heart was suddenly pinched by a big hand. It was very painful and stuffy, as if he was suffocating. He was confused.

This strange feeling, to the sudden, but violent can not be ignored.

He only felt the pain, which made him unable to think about why it was.

Everything back to the origin?

what do you mean?

Without waiting for him to guess, Yi Qiao continued to speak, eager, praying, "we divorce, and promise, never appear in front of you again, you can still marry Chen Baimo."

At this moment, revenge, hatred, nothing matters.

She wants Lu Yan.

Even if it's just a pile of dead things, she can't let Mo Beiting destroy it!

Mo Beiting felt a sharp pain in his chest. He pursed his lips and pressed down the impulse to reach out and hold her. He looked at Yi Qiao with a gloomy look. His eyes were like a blade, spinning rapidly to tear her to pieces.

He released his hand around her waist, picked up the phone and said, "give me a fire."

Yi Qiao just felt that the sky was falling apart and the earth was falling apart.

It's burnt.

It's smashed, and there's still debris left. How about burning it?

There's just a little bit of black ash left.

"Mo Beiting, don't make me hate you."