President Gao Leng's little wife

"Bah! You humiliated me for such a woman! Qi Ruofeng, do you still have a conscience?!"

Zhao Yiru spat hard.

As soon as Xia Yuluo left, Qi Ruofeng asked her to blame her, how could she not be angry.

"It's just a vixen. If I hadn't given her the chance to sleep with Han Tianyi and met Han Tianyi, she wouldn't be worthy of shining my shoes!"

She waved her freshly painted hands in front of Qi Ruofeng.

Qi Ruofeng just felt upset.

"Who is that woman?"

He opened Zhao Yiru's hand.

He was already extremely displeased that he couldn't get the information he wanted.

"I don't know you! You only have that foxy girl in your eyes! Go find her!"

Zhao Yiru bounced off the sofa directly, and brushed off the things on the coffee table with one hand.

Things shattered to pieces.

Qi Ruofeng's patience has also reached its limit.

He kicked away the debris that rolled to his feet, and lifted Zhao Yiru's collar.

"I'll ask you again, who is that woman?!"

His eyes had already begun to fill with anger.

But Zhao Yiru still challenged Qi Ruofeng's patience as if he had taken the wrong medicine.

"Why should I tell you? I told you, and then you go and tell Xia Yuluo, that vixen? Go ahead and dream!"

Not afraid of death, she was about to spit at Qi Ruofeng's face.

"Slap!" Zhao Yiru was stunned by a crisp applause.

And Qi Ruofan slapped Zhao Yiru's collar again.

"Can you tell me?"

The right hand was next to Zhao Yiru's face, and she was about to greet her.

"You! You hit me?! You hit me because of that vixen?!"

Zhao Yiru immediately collapsed.

Since she was a child, how could she have endured such grievances.

She seemed to be crazy, and put her head on Qi Ruofeng's chin.

Qi Ruofeng snorted, and let go of his hand in pain.

Zhao Yiru rushed towards his face, trying to scratch his face.

Qi Ruofeng blocked it with his hand anyway.

After all, Zhao Yiru was a woman, so she was subdued by Qi Ruofeng within a few blows.

Qi Ruofeng twisted her wrist forcefully, spat out a mouthful of blood, slapped her face, and slapped her face again.

"You crazy woman! It's my bad luck to marry you!"

Zhao Yiru was completely stunned, her cheeks on both sides were swollen like steamed buns, her nose was blue and her face was swollen.

Qi Ruofeng wanted to slap her again, but the phone in his pocket rang.

He had no choice but to throw Zhao Yiru aside fiercely, and took out his phone.

"Honey, when are you coming? You're already 10 minutes late..."

A sweet and sweet female voice came from the microphone.

Qi Ruofeng kicked Zhao Yiru who was slumped on the ground again, and then said seriously into the microphone:

"Baby, something happened to me temporarily, don't worry, I'll rush over."

The woman over there smiled happily and hung up the phone happily.

The clothes on Qi Ruofeng's body became messy during the tearing just now, and he cursed bad luck secretly.

Turning around and going back, he changed his clothes again, and couldn't help kicking Zhao Yiru again when he came out.

"Wait until I come back to clean you up!"

He walked away.

Zhao Yiru was severely beaten and sat on the ground full of debris.

The anger in her eyes almost set her on fire.