Wensuho, who was still wondering why he couldn't act, didn't know that death was already approaching her.
Ling Mo, like a ghost, takes advantage of Wen Suhe's hesitation and comes to them quietly.
Before Wen Suho could react, he had already hit the corner with his gun. Only with her thin body, she bumped the wall into an obvious dent!
Wen Su he looked at the place a few steps away from him, and he didn't know what happened at that moment.
Ling Mo holds Su Qing up, the action is so gentle, as if the bloodthirsty devil just disappeared.
In the face of Su Qing, Ling Mo's expression softened down, and he caressed Su Qing's cheek with some pity. Those people's dirty blood is stained with Su Qing's original white skin. Ling Mo gently wants to wipe the stains on her face, for fear that too much force will wake her up.
"Susu, wake up, we're home."
Ling Mo smiles, the corner of his mouth raises a good-looking radian, and his eyes become congested instantly.
This kind of smile should belong to her, why to smile at Su Qing, why the best is Su Qing!
This scene of warmth is obviously stinging wensuhe, her long nails embedded in the palm of her hand, stabbing out blood, she did not know. Jealousy has burned out her reason. She paralyzed herself and said: "Su Qing must have cast some magic on Ling Mo, so that Ling Mo will be blinded. Her mind is so good to her. It must be so!"
Wensuhe collapsed on the ground, lost her wheelchair and servants, she has no ability to protect herself. But this still can't make her yield, she still has a mouth, doesn't she?
"Ha ha, do you still love her? This slut is really powerful. Just now, I had fun with so many people. Now I'm pretending to be poor with you again? "
Wensuho wants to use the most vicious language to make the final struggle.
Su Qing's only innocence has been destroyed, no matter whether the group just got it or not. But men are animals with strong self-esteem, he does not believe that Ling Mo is willing to accept Su Qing such a defective product.
She looked contemptuously at Su Qing in Ling Mo's arms and said sarcastically, "didn't you hear Su Qing's cry just now? I think she just had a good time, too? What a whore. "
It is clear that it has never happened, but Wen Suhe wants to say it so that Ling Mo can hear it. She said, but also carefully looked at the expression of Ling Mo, she is to appreciate the expression of Ling Mo dislike Su Qing, she wants to see Ling Mo personally throw away Su Qing!
But Ling Mo just stood there, did not put down Su Qing, also did not leave. He seems to be thinking seriously about something.
Is he beginning to doubt? Wen Suhe is happy. It seems that as long as he says a few more words, Ling Mo will stop Su Qing completely.
"Ling Mo, I know what you are thinking. Don't be such a woman." See Ling Mo still no action, she turned a look, a face magnanimous said: "or, if you really can't put her down, I let step, let her do small."
Anyway, it's normal for men to have three wives and four concubines.
Wensuhe, who thinks she has given in to a lot of things, happily waits for Lingmo to thank her, but she obviously underestimates the significance of Suqing to Lingmo.
If it's an ordinary thing, even if it's just a little defective, Lingmo will directly discard it. Because he has the ability to get a new and perfect substitute, why should he put up with a little bit of imperfection.
But Su Qing is different. She is a lover who can cry, laugh, make and get angry. No one can replace her for Ling mo.
When Ling Mo hears the news that Su Qing has been defiled, he feels that his heart is almost choked. He never knows that caring about a person is such a painful thing. But what makes him more sad is that he knows that the pain in his heart is far less than the injury Su Qing suffered before.
"Hehe, isn't it?" Ling Mo smiles angrily. He shows his white teeth and says with a smile to Wen Suhe, "does Miss Wen seem to like this kind of drama?"
Ling Mo made a decision in his heart at the moment. How can Ling Mo give up when Su Qing is the culprit?
This woman let Su Qing bear too much pain, Ling Mo feel that even now she is too cheap to kill her!
He wanted to peel her skin, pull her tendons, and make her feel miserable, but he couldn't end his life. He wanted wensuhe to hang on with his last breath of pain until he bled the last drop of blood.
If Lingmo is not willing to let go of wensuhe's soul, he should be sent to hell.