The pain in her heart continued, and she looked at everything in front of her with tears in her eyes: "Entertainment Father, I'm sorry..." She was in a mess and could only shake her head repeatedly.
"Sorry? You bitch, can you save everything if you are sorry?! I'm using you as a treasure in vain, but you are willing to fall into depravity and actually take the initiative to throw yourself into my enemy! Are you still crying?! You are doing it for
Who is crying?! For that wild man?!”
Feng Xiaoxun's voice was as cold as it was blowing out of the North Pole.
His purple eyes were no longer the kind of playful jokes that were calm and pleasant, nor the evil spirits, but unconcealed disappointment, pain and—a vast anger.
He suddenly looked up and laughed wildly: "I, Feng Xiaoxun, thinks that I am standing tall, but my beloved woman makes people sleep! It's still the silly woman you sent to the door to make people sleep! This house is no longer needed! It's not needed!
You are not worthy! Did you hear that, you are not worthy!"
His sleeves shook, and several flames flew out of his sleeves, and the beautiful new house he arranged burned with a loud bang.
"Ah, no!" The burning fire stimulated her, and she screamed: "Enjoyant father, Fei'er knew that she was wrong. But Fei'er was indeed... it was for your own good. Fei'er thought she had killed him.
It will make you happy..."
She felt heartbroken and subconsciously felt that this hot new house was what she wanted the most, and subconsciously wanted to put out the fire...
"Absurd! Stupid! Excusation!" Feng Xiaoxun tightened her waist, wishing to break her waist: "Do you think you can kill him?! He dies so easily?"
She opened her eyes wide: "But... But Fei'er really stabbed him with a knife, and he bleeded a lot of blood..."
"That might be his trick?! Idiot! You will believe it yourself!" Feng Xiaoxun was furious.
"You mean...he, he is not dead?" Fei'er's voice trembled, and she didn't know whether it was joy or resentment, so she couldn't say what it felt like.
Feng Xiaoxun suddenly became furious again, and his purple eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire: "You are very happy that he is not dead, are you? You bitch, I know you are still thinking about him!"
"Swish!" With a sound, he ripped off her dress again and pressed her to the ground: "Bitch! Don't you miss a man? I can satisfy you!"
He pounced on her and held her down regardless of her struggle, lifting her waist...
"No!" Fei'er screamed and cried out: "Entertainment father, don't! Don't!"
She tried hard to close her feet, not wanting him to succeed...
Such an adopted father is so terrible!
Feng Xiaoxun was even more furious: "Don't want me to touch you again? Do you want to keep your fucking self for him?"
He suddenly imprisoned her hands and feet, pulled her legs apart, in an extremely humiliating position.
Looking down at her, fingers slid across her cheeks, wiped away her tears, and looked at her horrified eyes: "Fei'er, I will still want you, but I will not think you are