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

With every word he said, Zhao Qiu was thrown into hell.

No one knew the man in front of them, but they all knew who the man was.

Zhao Xia, the painter who was dead.

In the silence of Wan Ji, a sudden loud noise, Zhao Qiu was dropped by Mo Yin from the second row to the front, as if he was discarding garbage, and he quickly jumped over, facing his mourning woman on the ground.

The woman he loved loved him, but they missed so much because it was this woman who killed his favorite woman, but he still hated the wrong person.

Zhao Qiu was kicked, but no one came forward to help.

Even Mo Luyu stood there without saying a word.

He couldn't help a woman who killed his biological mother.

Mo Yin was so fierce that she seemed to be killed every time.

The next moment, Mo Yin lifted her hair suddenly, squatted on the ground and looked at the woman who had been swollen with his nose and face, "What did you say to her?"

The suspense Chu Chuyi left to them was afraid they had to find it by themselves.

Zhao Qiu was extremely painful, but she also seemed to know that her explanation was useless. She thought that she was covering up well, but she still saw everything through Chu Niyi.

Although some dialogues are not correct, the facts remain the same.

From the time Chu Chuyi put her eyes on her, she knew that this time, she could not escape, but she still wanted to use Shui'anluo to stop all this.

Zhao Qiu grinned and laughed, "Kill me, that Chu Anxin woman can't survive, kill me, you won't know what Chu Anxin said to me at the end, kill me, Shui Anluo also buried for me "She whispered, it hurts.

"What did you say?" Mo Luyi was shocked, and quickly passed over and crouched in front of her: "What happened to Luoluo?"

Mo Lu was anxious, so Chuluyi just said something happened, she did it!

"My good son, does it make sense to care about someone who doesn't like you? If you don't get it, there's no value in giving it."

"It's not like this." Mo Luyi said angrily: "Not like this, like a person who is not your mother and you have such a heart-wrenching possession." Mo Luyi said, holding Zhao Qiu's clothes tightly: "Mom, you take the network What happened to the network? You tell me, where is the network? "

"As long as I leave, she will be fine," Zhao Qiu said in a deep voice. "Chu Qiyi is gone, he should already know that Shui Anluo is in trouble."

Zhao Qiu laughed, but Mo Yin disregarded all these, and her hand was killed.

"Dad--" Mo Luyi yelled suddenly, reaching out and holding Mo Yin's arm.

But Mo Yin didn't plan to let go of this woman, so she pushed her son away and started.

"Let her—"

Qiao Huihe, who had never spoken, finally spoke.

The voice was not loud, even with trembling, but it was enough to make Mo Yin stop his movements. He hated Qiao Huihe, but he also respected him because she was Chu Anxin's mother.

Mo Yin's clenched hands shook hard, as if suppressing her emotions.

"Let her go, the Chu family has no daughter, and she must never lose a granddaughter because of her." Qiao Huihe was helped by his son and slowly walked towards Zhao Qiu.