President Gao Leng's little wife

Xia Yuluo left, and the creditors became even more passionate when they saw that the ducks they got were gone.

Continue to pursue Zhao Yiru relentlessly, and surround Zhao Yiru tightly.

Without Xia Yuluo, Qi Ruofeng was also upset, but Zhao Yiru surrounded him again and hugged his arm.

"Husband! Husband! Help me!"

The crowd got closer and closer, and Zhao Yiru leaned behind him in fear.

Unexpectedly, Qi Ruofeng rubbed his forehead and threw her away with an extremely unhappy expression.

"Go away! What a bad luck!"

He turned around and yelled at those debt collectors:
"If you don't have any money now, get out!"

With a fierce look, he called out all the bodyguards at home.

Seeing him like this, the debt collector knew there was nothing to do, so he had to leave first.

Seeing those people leave, Zhao Yiru breathed a sigh of relief.

But her good time didn't last long, Qi Ruofeng directly pulled her up with one hand.

"Since I married you, such unlucky things have always happened one after another!"

Qi Ruofeng was in a bad mood, and he didn't speak well.

Zhao Yiru shrank her neck in fear: "No, it's none of my business."

"Tell me, what exactly do you know? That made Xia Yuluo come to you again and again? Huh?"

Qi Ruofeng tugged at Zhao Yiru's hair and kept pulling it.

Zhao Yiru was in terrible pain.

She pulled Qi Ruofeng's hand with one hand, and covered her mouth with the other, tears came down.

"No no, I really don't know anything."

Qi Ruofeng was even more annoyed by her weeping and mourning appearance.

He picked out his ears, and the strength in his hands was not loose.

"I'll give you one last chance, say it or not?!"

Zhao Yiru covered her mouth and shook her head frantically.

Qi Ruofeng also ran out of patience, and dragged Zhao Yiru into the room.

"I gave you a chance, but you don't cherish it yourself."

Fists rained down on Zhao Yiru's body, but Zhao Yiru just refused to speak.

In the end, Qi Ruofeng was just purely venting his anger.

After a beating, Qi Ruofeng felt refreshed.

He stretched his muscles, kicked Zhao Yiru who was on the ground, and said in a bad tone:
"Hmph, let me let you go today."

He hadn't finished drinking yet, so he tore off his tie, slapped Zhao Yiru again, and staggered towards the bedroom.

Zhao Yiru lay on the ground, until Qi Ruofeng's thunderous snoring came from the bedroom, and she slowly got up.

When he walked to the door, he saw that Qi Ruofeng had fallen asleep.

She walked into the living room, and like crazy, she threw all the things in the living room to the ground.

Suddenly, Zhao Yiru sat down on the pile of debris.

There was constant snoring in the bedroom.

She went to the kitchen and took out a knife, but when she reached the door, she threw the knife on the ground angrily.

"Xia Yuluo, I hate you!"

She roared and slammed her fist to the ground again.

And Xia Yuluo didn't know about the chaos in Zhao Yiru's house, but she didn't care either.

While walking home, the phone kept ringing on the seat.

Xia Yuluo finally waited until the traffic light, and answered the phone.

It's Mama Zhang.

"Young Mistress, Miss Lu has given birth."

Half a minute later.

At noon, on a very crowded road, a black Buick, with full horsepower, sped past these workshops like the wind!