Yuan Duoduo is really in pain.
It's a pain of destruction that has never been attacked!
Pain is not only the body, but also the heart!
A long hour, like a century. Bai Mo is comfortable, but yuan Duoduo seems to have died once.
A pile of pink pieces of paper towards yuan Duoduo's body still stained with blood.
Then there was Baimo's languid and tired impatient voice: "take this money and go away!"
Even Bai Mo didn't even bother to see yuan Duoduo! In other words: it doesn't matter who the woman is!
The important thing is that she must get away from him immediately!
Hurt her body, not to mention, but also hurt her self-esteem!
Yuan Duoduo has not yet been able to ease the sadness from the loss of that layer of guard for more than 20 years, and he fell into a rage in the next second.
She is inferior! But she was violent, too!
She picked up what she could smash and smashed it at Baimo.
"Asshole! Go to hell with you! I want to sue you! You just wait for the next life to squat in the cell
Yuan Duoduo smashed Baimo's face and body with his handbag.
"You're a horse for all! Shameless cheap man! Go to hell with you
Angry yuan Duoduo, like a tiger out of control. She hit Baimo hard.
Although her body felt as if she had been crushed, Yuan Duoduo's strength was enough to beat Bai Mo to almost no resistance compared with Bai Mo, who was weak and weak after the medicine passed.
"You crazy woman! Death to you Bai Mo roared.
Yuan Duoduo was so angry that he bit Baimo's arm. Hard to eat the strength of the dead bite, almost quickly to bite off the meat on Baimo's arm.
Yuan Duoduo really can't accept being despised by a man!
Hurt her body, but also hurt her heart!
After waiting outside Yuan Duoduo's house for a while, xueluo leaves when she sees someone who can't get through to her and can't wait for her.
When he returned to Repulse Bay, his son, Linnuo, had just come back and was being held in his arms by Hetun. He was playing the game of throwing high, which the little guy usually likes.
See son intact, snow fell, a hanging heart fell down again.
Xueluo didn't come forward to stop the interactive game between her son and Hetun. She just stood quietly in a corner waiting.
It's a habit she's developed for five years.
Although Hetun is over sixty, he is a man after all. In terms of his strong physique, he is stronger than a man in his prime.
Also, the adopted sons of Hetun are all men. As a woman in a man's nest, she should pay more attention to her behavior.
In general, snow will reduce their sense of existence to the minimum. It almost made them ignore the existence of a woman like her.
Every day in Fort pette, xueluo, as a woman, is undoubtedly walking on thin ice.
"Mommy..."
Linnuo saw mummy's snow fall and immediately wriggled down from Hetun.
"Hello, Mr. Xing." Snow falls this just politely and respectfully and modestly greets with river village.
He Tun nodded slightly. He always has such a high profile. Also very recognized the low attitude of snow.
"Kiss Mommy, give your son a hug!"
The little guy opened his arms to the snow. This seems a bit unexpected.
The previous two times, when the little guy came back, he was either depressed or deliberately avoided her as a mother; but tonight's son, Linnuo, seemed to be abnormal.
Xueluo hugs her son Linnuo; the little guy immediately nestles tightly in xueluo's arms and wraps his little arms around xueluo's neck. It's a bit of coquetry.
"Mr. Xing, I should be sleepy on the 15th day. I took him back to bed."
The snow is falling on the river. Because she felt that her son lino wanted to talk to her mother.
"No hurry! I haven't had dinner yet
He Tun didn't seem to want Xiao Shiwu to leave his sight so soon. Even if you don't hold him intimately, it will be nice to watch him make a mess in the room.
Listen to he Tun say so, snow falls nature is won't take son Lin Nuo to make a good idea to carry away. Under normal circumstances, snow will never disobey the river village. Because disobeying Hetun is harmful to their mother and son, but not beneficial.
Xueluo didn't have dinner with them in Hetun. There are not many people who can sit at the same table with Hetun. Besides his son Linnuo, there is Xing 12. Every other month or so, Hetun will have dinner with Xing ba. Most of the time, only son Linnuo accompanied Hetun to dinner.
In fact, xueluo also found that when Xing Shier had dinner with Hetun, he would be more restrained. So if you can't eat with Hetun, Xing 12 will try to stagger.Only his baby son Linnuo, no matter who sits at the same table with him, can he eat happily! Maybe that's why Hetun likes to eat with little things.
After waiting for about an hour, the little guy who swam with Hetun for a while and had a good bath ran back in his little nightgown.
"Kiss Mommy My son is back! "
The little guy wheezes and climbs up, gets into the duvet, hugs Mommy Lin xueluo tightly, and rubs against her chest as if she is cute. After all, it's only five years old, and it's just a small milk bag.
Snow fell to kiss the head of the son, light and light caress a little guy soft fine hair.
"Nono, were you happy to see your bastard father?"
See son mood is also good, snow falls then soft voice inquired. She really wanted to know what kind of expression Feng Xinglang would have when he learned that his son, who died five years ago, was still alive.
"Just so!"
The little guy deliberately pretended that he didn't care.
"When your father learned that you were his own son Are you dumbfounded? "
Snow for a more relaxed way, roundabout to ask their father and son meet tonight.
"Mommy, don't ask. That bastard hurt mommy so much that we don't want to forgive him. "
The little guy stopped mummy's question. At this moment, no matter what Feng Xinglang did, he could not get the little guy's forgiveness.
Snow heart a pain, "Nuo Nuo, don't like this Mommy never hated your dad. "
"You don't, I do! I'm going to kill Feng Xinglang on behalf of Mommy
The little guy said angrily.
Snow fall pursed tightly lips, don't know how to persuade son Linnuo.
In a word, under the careful arrangement and planning of Hetun, his son Lin Nuo is gradually deepening his hatred for Feng Xinglang.
"By the way, nono, why don't Mommy find you a new father?"
The snow fell on his son's breath. After all, a 5-year-old can't be too scheming.