And the man's eyes flashed for a second shocked, and then he fell into the abyss of anger.

He hugged her weak neck coldly, forced her to the wall, and anger made him a tendency to violent.

He gritted his teeth, "If you die, you have no repentance, and put your mistakes on the night."

He shook his head and sneered, "Wen Ning, I won't believe every word you said. I paid enough price."

Wen Ning stared at the vastness, the tears rolled down, and looked at him suddenly, as if she touched her as if it was a dirty thing.

The pain in his eyes, the phrase ‘pay enough price’, completely defeated her.

What else can she say, he doesn't believe it. He just is the warmth of Xin Li, and the warmth of Li Xiangye's hypocrisy has become his only comfort.

She is a luxury and waste of his credit value.

"Mori, dragged her out, and never spoke without me from now on, and did not allow her to appear in my sight!" He pressed his brows fiercely.

Sen Yang rushed in quickly, and the complex pulled Wen Ning, "Miss You Wen, you are doing well, President Li is just a little bit, don't stimulate him anymore."

Wen Ning's eyes were bitter, and he knew that he could no longer stimulate his emotional out of control.

She covered her painful belly, bit her lips, and was dragged out like a broken cloth doll.

After walking out a few meters, she leaned against the wall and fell down all over, "Moriyang, please help you call Zhu Yaoyao"

Her forehead was cold, and Senyang also saw that the belly under her sweater was moving. He dared not delay, and quickly called.

After making the phone, I saw a woman with a white face like a ghost. She squatted in the corner, and I took out a bag of things that could not see the shape.

Tears, coughing, and pouring themselves in a masochist.

Senyang couldn't stand it anymore. I always felt that the young grandma had infinite grievances, which was miserable.

But she was the deepest president.

He couldn't help but stop her, "Don't do this, this is not good for the stomach"

"This is what he likes to eat. Last night he told me that he loved the sugar dumplings made by his mother, but I couldn't give it out, Moriyang, what should I do." She cried like a helpless child.

Sen Yang's eyes flashed, and the five flavors were mixed. Seeing Zhu Yaoyao calling for medical care, he picked up the young grandma who couldn't stand up.

Moriyang walked back to the ward heavy.

President Li leaned on the bed. After emotional mania, he was weak in his face, his breathing was breathing, and he squeezed his eyebrows fiercely.

Sen Yang was silent, hesitated again and again, and couldn't help saying, "President Li, I seem to see Grandma hovering at your door in the morning, I wonder if I went in last night?"

Li Xiangwan, who came out of the bathroom, glanced at Moriyang, damn, he actually saw Wen Ning come out from the room?

She smiled quickly, pretending to be generous, "Third brother, I treat you all the night last night, I really haven't noticed whether anyone at the door? Maybe Wen Ning has seen you outside the door."

"Look at my joke?" Li Beichen was extremely cold.

Not because she hurt her mother, he would not get sick.

And she was ashamed of her mother, and she fabricated Li Xiangwan as a scapegoat.

This woman refreshed his lower limit.

"Are you also confused by her?" Li Beichen stared at Sen Yang coldly, and couldn't hear any words. "Dare to let me hear you say a word for her, you just get out of the time."

Sen Yang was all over, and I wanted to say that Wen Ning also bought sugar dumplings. Maybe I talked to Mr. Li last night?

But he was afraid to talk about sugar dumplings, and he made Li's touching love thinking of the old lady.

Mori bowed his head, "I'm sorry, President Li, I will call a psychiatrist, you are unstable."

"No, can't stay here, I will go right away."

Sen Yang was stagnant, and he immediately understood what. Although President Li became onset last night, he obviously knew what happened in the corridor.


Chapter completed!