Chapter 315

What she didn't expect was that at such a time, all that flashed through her mind was actually Mo Jingyao.

She thought she must be a demon.

She was still angry with him.

She's still blaming him.

She can't miss him.

Just then, the door slammed open and hit the wall. Cherry couldn't wait to come in with a dagger.

It's a blunt dagger. She picked it up.

This kind of dagger is used to torture people.

"Get out of the way." Cherry looked at the men in front of the bed and drank it in a low voice.

Cheng elder brother nodded at several brothers, "get out of the way." At the same time, reach out and pull the quilt under the metaphor's neck.

"Well, what can I do for you? Is it hard to bear to gamble? " Cherry just saw Cheng put the quilt on the body of the metaphor.

But she only pays attention to metaphor, so that she doesn't find that the clothes of chengge's several people are actually quite complete, only taking off their coats and coats.

At this time, long hair was scattered on the bed, and his face was as white as paper.

Hearing cherry's voice, he turned his head subconsciously and saw the dagger in Cherry's hand. He said in a panic, "cherry, what else do you want?"

"Guess?" Cherry came to the bed with a sneer and looked down at Yu se. Then, he saw the bare feet from the hair of the metaphor, and then from the feet to the hair, "Yu se, before today, you must have never thought that you would be so miserable now? As you are now, Mo Jingyao will never want you again. He has a habit of cleanliness, and all men of Mohist school have a habit of cleanliness. Therefore, he will feel sick even if he looks at you in the future. "

"Cherry, you're shameless." The metaphor said and vomited at Cherry.

This woman has really refreshed her understanding of shameless people.

An illegitimate child who has an illegitimate child.

Yes, the son she gave birth to was already illegitimate by Merson.

I didn't expect that she didn't give birth to Merson's son.

Therefore, it is the illegitimate child among the illegitimate children.

However, she gave birth to illegitimate children, was caught in the show, and actually do not know how to repent.

And blame her for everything.

"I'm shameless? Even if I'm shameless, I'm cleaner than you. Look at you now. All of a sudden there are so many men. You can be as dirty as you want. If Mo Jingyao sees you now, what's his reaction? Scold you shameless, scold you to break shoes? Ha ha, but I'm afraid you'll never see Mo Jingyao in your life. "

"You What do you mean Yu se opened his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him as if he were frightened. When cherry spoke, his face was ferocious as if he wanted to tear her apart.

"For the sake of what you just called, I'm kind enough to book a ship for you. If you haven't been abroad, I'll send you abroad to see the world, so that you can compare whether the men in China are strong or those in foreign countries. Ha ha ha." Cherry said, the dagger in his hand was raised to the figurative face, and then he made a comparison.

"You What are you doing? " The metaphor shrinks nervously, and the scattered hair moves along with the wriggling.

"Guess?" Cherry sneered, and suddenly the dagger landed on the figurative face.

The icy and cold touch made the metaphor tremble, "you Are you going to scratch my face? "

Yu se looks at the crazy woman in front of her in horror. The dagger in her hand really falls on her face. It's icy and cool. It's very dangerous.

When she said this, cherry took the dagger and slid it slowly on the figurative face. "Well, start from the corner of the eye. First, one knife and one knife, first an X on the left face, and then an X on the right face. This symmetry must be very beautiful, don't you think?"

Metaphorical body subconsciously shrinks back and wants to avoid the dagger in Cherry's hand, but she can't retreat from the bed. "You're a madman, a madwoman, you're crazy."

"Well, you think I'm crazy just by drawing two symmetrical X's? But I still want to make a picture on your face. How about a turtle? With a few strokes, I'm sure the tortoise on your face will be vivid and lifelike

"No I don't Madman You are not allowed to row... " The metaphor of fear can not help curling up into a ball, it is necessary to curl up in the quilt.

However, the dagger in Cherry's hand is not willing to let her chase her face, "ha ha, I have announced to you in advance the painting I want to do. Well, do you have any comments?"

"I have an opinion. You are not allowed to draw. Otherwise, I will not let you go as a ghost, nor will Mo Jingyao. As long as he doesn't let you go, then Mo Sen will not let you go. You can't go back to him all your life. Even if you give birth to a daughter, it's useless. Mosen won't want you to be such a kind-hearted woman." Metaphorical color low roar past, eyes have been filled with tears, delicate and weak."Ha ha, take up your tears. You are very pitiful for men or even for some purposes. But when you come to me, the more you cry, the more excited I am. Haha, how beautiful it is to draw a few plum blossom on your body when I finish drawing your face." Chery said with a cold smile, and suddenly the dagger in his hand was taken.

The metaphor felt a light face, and then he saw cherry fall again with his dagger in his hand. "Now, I'll paint on your face."

"No..." The metaphor color wrapped in quilt to the wall to retreat, eyes are all fear.

"Hold her down for me and don't let her move." Cherry stared at the metaphor, the more she retreated, the colder she smiled, and only when several people held down the metaphor, she was about to start to draw the face of simile.

"Miss Yu, you will recognize it well. Your end is better than losing your life directly, right? How nice is your face, but your life is gone. What's the use? " Four men go up, the two hands and feet of the metaphor color, and they are pressed in a flash.

At this time, she can not move again.

"Metaphor, this time I really want to start, you will enjoy the beautiful process of two more paintings on your face. It is absolutely wonderful."

Dagger, slowly fall.

When one inch is close, it seems to be in the heart of metaphor, and the simile color opens its eyes, "no..."

She bellowed to get away.

But, the cold dagger fell down