The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting

Shui Anluo finally stopped his footsteps, and his wrists were sorely hurt by the pull. Why is it that each time their cousins ​​quarrel with each other?

Chu Cuiyi stood still without moving, Shui Anluo carefully looked at his red wrist, trying to pull it out.

This quiet time seemed to stop for a century, and Shui Anluo's small hand approached her wrist gently, only when she finally encountered the hand of Chu Muyi.

"You've been to me. I'm more brain-dead than Shui Anluo!"

"Luo Luo's hand is red, haven't you noticed?"

Two sounds sounded at the same time.

Shui Anluo was anxious to spit blood, and blasted deep inside.

Did she come here?

Why come to look for abuse?

Shui Anluo's most distressing is: if you scold him, scold him, what will you do with me?

Shui Anluo is even more distressed: Brother, don't hurt me, just like Chu, such a stingy guy, don't know what you want now?

Mo Luyi didn't react when he heard what Chu Luyi said, but Chu Jiyi heard Mo Luyi's words. The inner fluctuation was simple: Do you care about the woman of Lao Tzu?

The atmosphere became more and more tense, and Shui Anluo didn't dare to see anyone, but could only lower his head and let his wrists continue to turn red—

"Chu Jiyi, let go." Mo Luyi said in a deep voice.

Mo Luyu's concern made her feel distressed. The fear in this world is not that the person you don't like will stab you hard, but that person will always treat you without asking for anything in return.

You can't even say that he was purposeful.

Shui Anluo felt a little relief on her wrist. She looked up, and Chu Jiyi's face still condensed. "She is your cousin, everything is my problem. If I have time to care about others, I might as well think about myself. "Chu Chuyi said, leaving Shui Anluo again, but this time, instead of pulling her wrists, she just rubbed her shoulders.

Mo Luyu stood tightly with both hands and watched them leave. There was endless pain in his eyes again. He hurt Shui Anluo once, how could he hurt her a second time.

Shui Anluo looked back and finally stopped and said, "Brother, what your father and you said may not be all true, and your father never knew your mother at that time. You should ask clearly. "

But Shui Anluo could only say that, and was pulled away by Chu Muyi's wings.

Mo Luyu's fingertips were burning his palms. He naturally knew that his father and himself were wrong, but he did not expect that none of those words were true.

Shui Anluo was embraced by the muddy wings of the car to the side of the car. Shui Anluo struggled to get through.

Shui Anluo's big eyes were displeased: "Why are you saying that to your brother?"

"What's the pain?" Chu Cuiyi snorted, pressing Shui Anluo directly on the door of the car, and stretched out his hand to pinch her chin: "Just distress him so much?"

Shui Anluo split his hand and waved his hand: "Chu Cuiyi, please tell me something, can he beat you? Are you going to kill him to see your aunt to understand the truth?" Shui Anluo said angrily.

"Huh-this is a good choice." Chu Cuiyi sneered.

Shui Anluo was so angry that he vomited blood. This man is really--

"How do you know Zhao Qiu didn't know Mo Yin at that time?" Chu Qiyi sneered and said, he remembered that he didn't tell her anything.

Ga?

Isn't it in Shui'anluomeng?

She was-guessed!