Madam Wants a Divorce Every Day

Really? Xiao Yebai said lightly.

Mo Weiwei nodded, My dad asked me to study hard, and after I got my graduation certificate, I can go to the company to help you in the future. He even showed me the Mo's materials for the past few years, but he just couldn't understand them.

What information? Xiao Yebai still had that indifferent tone.

It's the law... Mo Weiyi said halfway, his expression suddenly changed, It's over, it's over, I put the USB drive in my schoolbag, and the schoolbag is in the box. My father said that file is very important and cannot be shown to others, what should I do... ...

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Yebai picked up his phone and quickly dialed a number, Rongan.

Listening to him ordering Rong An to go to the box to get the schoolbag, Mo Weiwei immediately added, Let him pay for the box as well.

Xiao Yebai: ...

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At nine o'clock in the evening, a burst of thunder suddenly sounded outside the window.

Soon, thunder and lightning flashed in the night sky, and the previously pattering, almost negligible lukewarm drizzle suddenly turned into a torrential downpour.

The space between heaven and earth seemed to be filled with rain in an instant. It was bleak and gloomy, and it was impossible to see clearly.

Rong An put Mo's only coat and bag back into the car.

Turning around, he glanced at the dark rain curtain, his fists hanging by his side suddenly clenched tightly.

Riding through the rain and fog, he returned to the women's bathroom in the building again.

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So, when Song Quan woke up in a burst of severe pain, he saw the man from last time standing in front of him.

He was wearing a simple black suit and trousers, and in his hand was the baton that Xiao Yebai had thrown on the ground before.

There was a burst of lightning and thunder outside, and white light suddenly swept across the dim bathroom. The violent and ferocious look on his face was so ghostly and terrifying.

Song Quan was in severe pain all over his body, and his shoulder was hit with a baton just now.

He shrank, his face full of extreme fear.

He still hasn't forgotten that the last time, it was this man who knocked his face so badly that he was going to beat him to death!

Do you know who the woman you wanted to rape just now is? Rong An's voice was low and waveless.

To Song Quan's ears, it was the voice of King Yama.

He dared not speak.

Just now, he just scolded a bitch, and his life was kicked by that little boy.

Sure enough, there are many flies around beautiful women, and these two are all for the sake of women.

Rong An stood there, holding his baton, and continued to speak condescendingly, Her name is Mo Weiwei, and she is the little princess of the Mo family in Nancheng. Haven't you heard of the Mo family in Nancheng?

Song Quan's eyes widened suddenly.

Nancheng Mohists?

That's not the way...

Before he could figure it out, Rong An raised his hand and hit him with a stick.

Ah! Song Quan screamed.

Next, one stick, after another, Rong An didn't blink, as if he was just repeating mechanical movements, hitting him continuously.

Song Quan kept rolling on the ground, screaming, and the blood flowing out of his body gradually stained the bathroom floor red.

Occasionally, a burst of lightning and thunder outside the window, projected on the face of the man holding the baton.

His eyes were scarlet, his cheeks were clenched tightly, and the ferocity revealed in his expression seemed to be able to ignite two fires and burn the man rolling on the ground to death.

I don't know how much time passed, until Song Quan was lying on the ground, dying, his body, including his surroundings, was covered with blood, Rong An finally stopped moving.

He took a breath, and dropped the iron rod with a bang.

There was a bloody and murderous atmosphere in the whole bathroom.

And the torrential rain outside the window was still falling wantonly and violently.

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Mojia Villa.

Unlike the torrential rain outside the window, the bedroom on the second floor is now brightly lit, warm and quiet.

The bathroom is even more hot and fragrant.

Mo Weiyi was lying in the bathtub, only his face was exposed, and two hands wrapped in gauze were outside.

Hearing the bursts of thunder outside, she began to shout coquettishly, Xiaobai, Xiaobai.

After a while of footsteps, a man dressed at home walked in.

Mo Weiyi raised his arm, I'm done soaking.

Xiao Yebai came over, pressed the water outlet switch, took the puffy hair aside, tested the temperature, and then started rinsing against her.

After finishing, he took the towel on the side and started wiping her.

He didn't wear glasses, his eyebrows were clean and gentle, but his expression remained unchanged.

From head to toe, they brushed one by one so calmly and calmly.

Instead, Mo Weiyi blushed a little.

Finally, Xiao Yebai pulled the white bath towel aside, wrapped it around her, and then hugged her.

Seeing the gentle and handsome appearance of the man, Mo Weiwei couldn't help asking, Xiaobai, if I get old in the future, and I can't lift my limbs or walk, will you take care of me like this?

Xiao Yebai looked at her indifferently, I am older than you.

Uh……

Mo Weiyi couldn't help complaining in his heart, Xiaobai really didn't understand the style.

In this case, shouldn't you just say yes without blinking?

But she just likes Xiaobai who is so incomprehensible and won't deliberately say nice things to cater to her.

Raising his head, Mo Weiwei said sweetly, Then let me take care of you then.

Xiao Yebai looked at her, his eyebrows moved slightly, and then.

Yep.

Mo Weiyi once again: ...

It's so cold!

Can't help but complain in my heart again.