The Pillow of the Bad President

The house was in a mess, all kinds of home appliances and items were scattered all over the floor, and in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, the cracked glass was broken in several places, which looked horrible.Mobile terminal m..

In the corner of the window frame, Song Jiaren's long hair was pulled by Jisen with one hand, with a painful expression on her face and trembling body.

Ji Sen's eyes were cloudy, his cheekbones were a little red after drunkenness, and he was holding a dropped wine bottle high in his hand, shaking it in mid-air, as if he wanted to hit her on the head——

God!

Sang Xiaoyu who followed behind saw this scene and couldn't help covering her mouth.

Qin Sinian's pupils shrank slightly, and he shouted angrily, "Jisen, what are you doing!"

This sinister voice suddenly sounded, and the two people in front of the window frame looked back in shock.

Seeing what he felt, Song Jiaren's expression suddenly became joyful of being saved. Taking advantage of Ji Sen's silence, she broke free from the hair that was caught, and ran towards him quickly, "Si Nian!"

Like a drowning man catching the last piece of driftwood, Song Jiaren threw herself into his arms and shivered.

Sang Xiaoyu's heart suddenly dropped.

The atmosphere in the room was on the verge of breaking out, and she hadn't noticed her existence yet. She was not as tall and long as Qin Sinian, and because of her pregnancy, she didn't dare to run fast, and always followed behind at a fast pace.

At this time, she still didn't let go of her hand covering her mouth, and stared blankly at the two people in front of her.

When Song Jiaren rushed towards her, Qin Sinian didn't dodge, and even strode forward to meet her. Like an eagle, he stretched out his arms to protect her under his wings, and then pointed at Ji Sen angrily and warningly.

"Jisen, you bastard!" Qin Sinian was extremely angry, Taohua's eyes were full of gloomy coldness, and the words full of menace fell to the ground, "With me here today, it is impossible for me to let you touch my beauty again, Otherwise, I will be rude to you, if you don’t believe me, try it!”

Jisen seemed to have drank some wine again, but there was still clarity in his eyes. He pointed at him with the bottle in his hand, and said disdainfully, "I said before, it has nothing to do with you when I beat my wife, you Better get out of here!"

"Jisen, I've already filed for divorce with you!" Song Jiaren gritted her teeth. "What divorce, do I agree?" Ji Sen sneered, looking at her like a devil, "Beauty, I will tell you clearly today that I don't agree to divorce! You said you promised me to get married, but now you say you want to divorce." If you want a divorce, what do you take me for? You think I, Jisen, can let you go

People who play tricks, tell you, that's your dream! "Song Jiaren's eyes were reddened, and her voice was extremely weak, "I have already asked the lawyer to draft the divorce agreement, Ji Sen, I don't want to live with you for a day, and I also tell you clearly, I just want a divorce , I don't want to endure this kind of day when I'm being abused by you at any time

! "Hehe, so what if you don't want to endure it, I just don't agree to divorce you!" "Jisen sneered, and shouted paranoidly, "I tore up the divorce agreement a long time ago, and it was all in the trash can. Don't you know an old Chinese saying, marry a chicken as a chicken, marry a dog as a dog, no matter what,

You are all my Jisen's wife!Since you are married to me, even if you die, you will still be my ghost. Don't even try to get rid of me. I will fight you to the death in my life! "

As Jisen said, he rushed forward to grab her, "You want to pack up your things and move away from me now, it's impossible, I won't allow it!"

"what--"

Song Jiaren screamed in horror.

But at this moment, how could she still suffer from domestic violence.

Ji Sen's hand just touched her wrist, and before he could grab it, someone grabbed her by the collar, and immediately, he was carried and pressed against the TV background wall beside him.

Qin Sinian raised his hand mercilessly, and punched Ji Sen's face hard with his fist.

Gissen took such a solid blow and grunted. He was relatively more sober than last time. After he was almost beaten, he reflexively wanted to fight back, and threw the hand holding the wine bottle at him. .

Sang Xiaoyu and Song Jiaren both opened their eyes wide and held their breath nervously.

Qin Sinian couldn't dodge it in time, so he could only grab the wine bottle with his fist, the sound of glass shattering, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and every knuckle of that slender jade hand was broken. up.

Soon, the two wrestled together.

After all, he was still drinking, and his height and body shape were not dominant. After a few back and forth, Jisen was obviously at a disadvantage. In the end, Qin Sinian raised his leg and kicked him in the lower abdomen, and he fell to the corner of the ground. He curled up, his nasal cavity making a weak sound.

There was blood all over the carpet, Gieson's and his.

Qin Sinian waved his hands, stretched out his arms to embrace Song Jiaren, and took her away from this sea of ​​suffering.

"Little goldfish, let's go!"

"Ok!"

Sang Xiaoyu nodded, but her gaze involuntarily stayed on the big hand he had just wrapped around Song Jiaren's shoulder.

After the three left from the high-rise, they came to a hotel.

Ever since she decided to divorce, Song Jiaren has always lived in this hotel and opened an administrative standard room with complete facilities and basically everything she needs.

This time Song Jiaren made the emergency call, and they arrived in time to prevent the previous tragedy from happening again.

Except for the torn long hair, Song Jiaren had no obvious injuries on her body, but there were two fingernail-like wounds on her forehead, but it seemed that they were not directly hit by Ji Sen, but were splashed by glass shards.

On the other hand, Qin Sinian's wrist was already swollen, and the knuckles of his left hand were all broken. Although the blood had been stopped with a tissue, the wound was so red and swollen that he couldn't close his palm.

Instead of going to the hospital, I asked for a medical kit at the front desk.

Qin Sinian was a doctor, he treated his knuckle injuries, and Sang Xiaoyu took a cotton swab and ointment to treat two small wounds on Song Jiaren's face.

"hiss……"

It might be that the ingredients in the ointment were irritating, so Song Jiaren gasped.

Seeing this, Sang Xiaoyu quickly asked, "Miss Song, are you okay?"

"It's okay!" Song Jiaren shook her head.

A shadow shrouded the top of his head, and Qin Sinian, who was sitting on the sofa, walked in front of the two of them at some point, lowered his eyebrows and took the ointment in her hand, "Little goldfish, let me do it!"

"... Oh good!" Sang Xiaoyu nodded, handed him the cotton swab, and got up to give up his seat.

After all, he was a doctor, and his movements were nimble and quick. In a few seconds, everything was basically done, and two band-aids had been pasted on Song Jiaren's face.During the process, Sang Xiaoyu stood aside with his hands crossed.

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