"Bare you to death!"

"Little jian! Kill you!"

Sun Xiaoran, wearing a blue prison uniform, was pressed hard by two female prisoners in the corner and could not move.

The wounds on his body were still bleeding, leaving thick red on his blue prison uniform.

Opposite her, another female prisoner with a fierce look on her face, gritting her teeth hard while slapping her in the face.

"I feel pain... stop hitting... stop hitting!" Sun Xiaoran struggled, but couldn't move at all, his head swaying from side to side because of the woman's rude movements.

My red and swollen face hurts so much.

The ears were buzzing.

In front of you, Venus is rising.

The fear in my heart is self-evident.

She looked at the three female prisoners with tears in her eyes and said, "Please let me go! Stop hitting me!"

The female prisoner who was constantly slapping Sun Xiaoran suddenly stopped moving, and snatched her neck with one hand, constantly increasing the intensity, and said, "Okay, if you don't hit you, then let's change the way."

As he said that, the female prisoner slowly took out a silver hairpin from her waist, looked at Sun Xiaoran, smiled fiercely, and stabbed the hairpin into her thigh...

"Ah..." Sun Xiaoran screamed in pain, struggled, but still couldn't move at all.

For the first time, she knew what it means to be called "daily and not to be effective" or "daily and not to be effective."

"How is it, little gangster..." The female prisoner stretched out her hand, patted Sun Xiaoran's swollen face, and asked.

Sun Xiaoran panted, looked at the hairpin dripping with blood in the female prisoner's hand and said, "Do you know that I am the world's number one wife?"

"The orders from above made us to torture you severely. We care whose wife you are!" As soon as the words finished, the hairpin penetrated into Sun Xiaoran's thigh again.

The hairpin was inserted, pulled out, inserted again and again, and pulled out again. This cycle made her eyes turn black in a while.

Sun Xiaoran shouted to the door in despair: "Help! Help!"

Whoever comes to save her will be able to save her!

It hurts, she really hurts.

The flesh and blood seemed to be torn apart by a person.

She didn't expect that Liang Bo would be so cruel.

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The next day, Qiao Weiwei slowly opened her eyes in Subai's ward.

She moved her sore upper body, turned her head to look at Liang Bo, who was wearing a quarantine clothes beside her, and said, "Master Bo, when did you come?"

"I came here when you fell asleep last night, and I never left." Liang Bo put down the financial newspaper in his hand and said.

"Yesterday the police force asked if the result was the result. Is it really the medicine given by Sun Xiaoran?" Qiao Weiwei said.

"That's right, it's her." When talking about Sun Xiaoran, his eyes became cold again.

"Ha... I saw her soft and weak before, but I couldn't believe it was her. I didn't expect it to be, how did you deal with your little wife in the end?" Lie's hatred grew in his heart and sprouted and blossomed.

"What else can I do? I'll throw it into prison." He raised his eyebrows and said lightly.

"If I guess correctly, she will be released soon, right?" Qiao Weiwei sneered, looked at Liang Bo and said.

"Woman, I'm sorry." Liang Bo's eyes darkened, and he stretched out his hand to depict her scarred face.

His words made Qiao Weiwei feel cold.

Although she had guessed that even if it was found out that it was Sun Xiaoran Liangbo, she still felt uncomfortable when she heard him with her own ears.

"I knew that you wouldn't really do anything to her for me. I knew that you would still protect her in the end." Qiao Weiwei frowned, moved her body, turned her head, and prevented Liang Bo from touching her face.

"..." Liang Bo was silent and looked at her, speechless for a moment.

He couldn't tell her that the reason he did that was not for Sun Xiaoran, but for her.

"But when I get better, I will teach her a lesson myself. Then I hope you don't interfere."

Liang Bo didn't say anything, his eyes moved from her face to her legs, his face full of sorrow.

"I'll go to the company first. I haven't been to the company these two days. Chu Yu will come to accompany you later." As he said that, Liang Bo slowly stood up and looked at Qiao Weiwei and said.

"I understand, you go." Qiao Weiwei was cold and didn't look at him.

At the same time, Ou Xiangbei and Zhou Chuyu's home.

In front of the mirror in the living room, Zhou Chuyu tidied up his clothes again, and then quickly walked to the door, and Gu Gu went out.

Zhou Chuyu pushed the door open and the door was pulled open by Ou Xiangbei.

Seeing Zhou Chuyu, Ou Xiangbei was stunned for a moment, then regained a smile on his face. He held the door frame with one hand and looked at Zhou Chuyu, waved and said, "Hello~~My wife, are you going out? Where are you going?"

The strong perfume smell reminded her that he slept with another woman last night.

Zhou Chuyu maintained his usual calmness, looked at Ou Xiangbei, and asked lightly: "Which woman did you mess with last night?"

"What foolish, am I the kind of foolish person? Wife, where are you going? I'll give you it..." Ou Xiangbei continued to maintain his original posture, his face without blushing and his heart was beating.

"Ou Xiangbei..." Zhou Chuyu said coldly.

"Arrival!" Ou Xiangbei immediately stood up straight, stood attentively, and said.

His funny look was neither meant to beat her, nor scold her, nor cry, nor laugh.

She thought that he was really a disaster for his entire life.

No matter how strong she is outside and how easy she is in a complex shopping mall, she will always have no choice when facing him.

Perhaps, this is the case in relationships. Whoever pays more will be relatively weaker.

Zhou Chuyu sighed, looked at him helplessly, tidied up his clothes, passed by him, and walked out of the house.

Ou Xiangbei looked at her back, scratched her head, shrugged, and said, "Wife, do you want me to give it to you..."

She didn't look back.

The heart is sore.

Ou Xiangbei looked at her back, shrugged helplessly, scratched her head, and entered the door.

When he drove into the car, Zhou Chuyu stepped on the accelerator lightly and heavily and got on the road.

In the car, Zhou Chuyu stroked his hair irritably with one hand and held the steering wheel with the other. The expression on his face was no longer as calm as when facing Ou Xiangbei.

"Doudu..." The vibrating sound of the phone rang out at this moment.
Chapter completed!