My wife has always been timid

Ah Mo?

When Mo Shaoqian heard this address, his sharp eyes fixed on the woman's face.

"Amo? Huh?"

It turned out that they were already so close before he knew it!
Dai Xiaochun was so anxious that he beat Mo Shaoqian's chest indiscriminately, but it didn't do anything to him.

The man was unmoved.

"Why, why do you have to do this—" She lost her mind and reached out to grab Mo Shaoqian's neck.

Obviously he didn't have long nails, but he just scratched several scars on his exposed neck.

Mo Shaoqian quietly let her vent on him, clutching her wrists, wrapping her around her waist, without saying a word, but his eyes were filled with the look of her going crazy because of other men.

Rabbits used to be anxious.

He really had never seen her lose her composure like this, for the sake of other men!
Boom... Shen Zhimo was hit in the abdomen by the bodyguard, suddenly spit out a mouthful of scarlet blood, and Dai Xiaochun screamed anxiously.

"I beg you...don't let them beat you! He has always been in poor health and something will happen!" She couldn't help but begged, and all her stubbornness disappeared at this moment.

She wanted to rush over to protect Shen Zhimo, but Mo Shaoqian forcibly pulled her back.

The big palm firmly pressed the back of her head, and buried her head deeply into his chest. He didn't let her see such a bloody scene, but said cruelly in her ear: "Did you see it? Chun, this is what happens when you find other men, don't force me to do more egregious things, such as...kill him."

Her psychological defense was broken in an instant, her legs were limp, and she fell into his arms.

Killing...he can do it.

Dai Xiaochun broke down in tears, grabbed Mo Shaoqian's neckline, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll go back with you...I'll go back with you...Mo Shaoqian...don't let anyone beat him anymore..."

She finally gave in.

Lying on Mo Shaoqian's chest and crying bitterly, all his strength was put on him at this moment.

She can't play him.

Whether it is scheming or tough methods, they can't play.

Dai Xiaochun finally relented, but Mo Shaoqian didn't have a trace of happiness on his face. He hugged Dai Xiaochun who had lost all his strength with one hand, and raised his hand arrogantly to make the bodyguards stop beating Shen Zhimo.

Those bodyguards didn't abide by the rule of beating someone but not face, Shen Zhimo was already bruised and swollen.

Even so, he still supported the table and got up tremblingly, looked at Dai Xiaochun with painful eyes, stretched out his hand towards her, and slowly squeezed out a sentence from his blood-oozing lips: "Xiaochun, don't go back... "

Kacha - the bodyguard saw that he was undeterred, so he took his finger and swiped it vigorously, and the crisp sound of bone breaking suddenly and clearly entered everyone's ears.

Shen Zhimo snorted.

Dai Xiaochun's face turned pale in an instant, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on Mo Shaoqian's neckline.

She did not speak.

She knew that the more she cared, the more cruel Mo Shaoqian would be to Shen Zhimo.

The pain of the broken bone made Shen Zhimo break out in a cold sweat, and the bodyguard kicked him hard on the knee again. Shen Zhimo couldn't hold on anymore, and fell to his knees with a plop.

...and passed out from the pain.

Dai Xiaochun bit his lips tightly, and looked away, pretending not to see Shen Zhimo fainted.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice trembled: "Let's, let's go home..."

She trembled uncontrollably in his arms, like a shivering kitten that was frozen, anyone could see that she was frightened.

"Okay." Mo Shaoqian nodded.

It's just that the gloomy face always contained a trace of anger, Dai Xiaochun agreed to go back with him, but this feeling made him uncomfortable.

He threw away those people who were holding people horizontally, and strode outside.

The bodyguard followed and left.

The crowded house just now was suddenly very cold, only Shen Zhimo was left unconscious on the ground, and a children's bowl with a cartoon pattern was stuck on the ground, and the rice was scattered on the ground, telling the story of what happened here. what happened...