Chapter 172

"Less Less My Lord

The next moment, a big cold hand tightly pinched her neck.

Mu Beiting's eye fundus is a little congested, and his big hand keeps exerting himself.

Kneeling on the ground of the woman's face a little red, struggling to avoid, but because of the kneeling posture more unable to make strength.

Mu Beiting's big hand tightened a little bit and his face was gloomy.

Han Jiaqing's heart gave birth to a thick fear, only feel that at this moment, the man in front of him is like a devil, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Less Young master Rao Forgive me... "

Her face rose from red to purplish red, and her hands, which were tightly holding her neck, began to droop.

Mu Beiting's eyes were stained with blood, and his voice was cold and harsh: "put away your share of the mind that shouldn't be. Mrs. Mu will never be you!"

Mu Beiting hates to let go of her, Han Jiaqing instantly falls to sit on the ground.

"Go away!"

Han Jiaqing coughed violently and covered her neck. She staggered and ran out of the bedroom.

Mu Beiting droops his eyes and presses down his irritability.

He could feel it. He could feel it. At that moment, she was suddenly far away from him.

*

after su Xiang returned to his room in the evening, his back was against the door panel.

His temperature still seemed to remain on his hand, hot and warm.

Gently relieved, opened the computer browser, Su Xiangwan has been staring at the screen.

She didn't turn on any lights in the room. The bright screen projected on her face made her face look as white as a ghost.

After a few minutes, she finally gently knocked down a few words in the search box - Song Ziming.

In a flash, countless pieces of news and photos about men filled the screen.

Her eyes were a bit dull, and the feeling of being engulfed by the fire swept over again.

Pain, is the kind of pain that will swallow everything, roar and anger.

Seconds later, she suddenly opened the drawer and pulled out a mirror.

With the faint light, he looked at his face again and again.

Fortunately Fortunately

Her face had not been destroyed by him, and she had not been set ablaze by him. Burn to death.

Did not open any and song Ziming related news, she will turn off the page.

She turned to the sofa and pulled out a box of ladies' cigarettes from her bag.

Fingertips trembled slightly and lit the smoke for a long time.

Su Xiangwan droops her eyes and takes a heavy breath. The whole talent gradually relaxes.

She smoked in her previous life because of the pressure.

Even she committed suicide, but she didn't die.

This life again, she did not intend to touch cigarettes again, because she was afraid of the addiction of previous life, brought to this life.

But the role of Begonia is smoking.

After a long time in Fengyue field, smoke and wine, she also had no teacher.

So she always carries the cigarette. After all, the script needs it.

It's just that she hasn't dared to touch it all the time.

When a cigarette was exhausted, she lit another one. The faint spark was shining in the dark room, and some loneliness and pain were spreading.

*

Mu Beiting stayed alone in the room for a long time. He glanced at the clock on the wall, but found that it was only ten minutes since she left without hesitation.

It turns out that every minute of her absence is not a minute, but 60 seconds, 6000 milliseconds and 6 million microseconds.

Even if she knew, maybe she didn't want to see him.

Mu Beiting can't help but walk to the front of the master bedroom.

The door was closed and there was no light in it.

The big hand fell on the doorknob, hesitated for a few seconds, and pushed it open.