"You will see I'll show you. "
Hoschey smiled again
Then he stopped at the shoulder of song Yishi.
The yellow tape is very tight there. The middle part of the two tapes has white skin protrusion.
Huo Siqian holds a sharp wallpaper knife on her arm and strokes it gently
A clear bloodstain immediately
Song groaned with a dull poem. Although it wasn't particularly painful, suddenly it was
That taste It's beyond words.
If she thinks it's over, she's wrong
Because of his next move, song Yishi lost his mind completely.
Hoscheon scratched all over her, except for the protruding skin that was not covered.
Song Dynasty is full of wounds in the poem
There are so many small knives all over the body, and the pain is very painful
"Hoscheon, you're perverted..." The angry song scolded with poetry.
"Yes, I am a pervert." He looked at Song Yishi with his pure eyes.
She's going mad with anger
But in this way, the torture is still not over.
Looking at the wound of song Yishi's constant bleeding, huosiqian was not at all soft hearted.
"If I shed more tortured blood, will I die, Wuwu..."
"Now you know how to be afraid? What did you think when you designed me? In fact, you are a tough woman I also like your snake heart Because we are all of the same kind. "
"Bah Who are you? You're a pervert, you know? " Song Yishi knew that no matter how he pleaded, huosiqian could not let himself go
So it's better to scold directly
He walked into the kitchen unhurriedly and took out a bag of seaweed salt
"What do you want to do?" Song Dynasty was filled with fear in his poetry.
He didn't want to talk much. He opened the bag, grabbed a handful of salt, and put a heavy touch on the wound of song Yishi.
"Ah..."
The sound of killing pigs came out
It's really painful to wipe the wound that didn't hurt so much
Before the Song Dynasty finished calling for poetry, huosiqian continued to wipe the whole bag of salt and poured it on the body of song Yishi.
That feeling, life is not like death.
Song Yishi now knows how terrible it is to offend huosiqian.
At the same time, she hated Qin Chu. If Qin Chu and Huo Mian had designed it, they would not have killed huosiqian.
But why didn't they kill hoscheon?
Why pretend to be a saint?
After tormenting song Yishi late at night, huosiqian drove away directly.
Leaving song Yishi alone in a bleak villa
An hour later, hosqueen's subordinates sent her to the hospital, but she did not dare to speak up.
Because if it was exposed, it would be worse.
This time She learned
The next morning, Qin Chu and Huo Mian accompanied Qin Yumin in the hospital for conservative treatment.
Qin Chu's cell phone rings
He looked down and hesitated.
"What's the matter?" For the first time, Huo Mian saw a phone call Qin Chu didn't want to answer.
"Nothing I'll go out and get a call. "
Qin Chu didn't answer the phone in front of Huo Mian for the first time.
Huo Mian must think that her husband has the feeling of a junior outside
"Son of a bitch, answer the phone mysteriously." Qin Yumin scolded.
"Ha, it's OK, Dad Maybe it's work, not convenient. " Huo Mian can understand Qin and Chu.
Out of the ward, Qin Chu picked up the phone, the voice cold frightening, "what do you want?"
"Qin Chu, let's meet."
"Why should I see you?" Qin and Chu especially disliked huosiqian.
I don't want to meet him at all
"Don't you always want to know the life experience of Hermione? Come on, I'll tell you everything I know. "
Qin Chu is silent after listening