Quick Transmigration: The Villain’s Sweet Wife

Lian'er's face under her delicate makeup completely froze, and her disguised smile can no longer hold on at this moment, slowly converging, trembling, "Ready..."

Lin Wangci narrowed his eyes slightly, his bloodthirsty eyes were stained with cruel playfulness, and his fingertips traced the girl's white swan-like neck, "Acheng, it's starting, your hell."

The half-dead eldest grandson Quan was lifted up by a few big men who suddenly broke in and threw it roughly on the red couch that was already prepared, the man's slender body curled up in pain.

In the depths of Kwon Nai's bright apricot eyes, two clusters of faint flames ignited, wrapped in excitement that was hard to control.

Lin Wangci's approach made her a little surprised.

When Zhang Sun Quan came to understand, horror appeared in his seductive eyes. He struggled with his remaining strength and shook his head desperately.

It's just that, after all, it can't be exchanged for such a little bit of pity.

He tasted it, tasted the helplessness and despair of Lu Xi at that time.

Lu Xi, who had amazed him when he was a teenager, eventually became a bleak puppet under his hands.

Lu Xi's tears were mixed with the pain of being bullied, and his disappointment with Changsun Quan.

He shouldn't have hoped, should he?

Changsun Quan is like a dilapidated rag doll, and the remaining resistance is taken away mercilessly. His eyes flashed with insulted hatred. He tilted his head and stared at Lin Wang, who was holding the beauty. Resignation.

It seemed as if he was holding on to the last straw to live, holding his hatred, even though he was squeezing it hard enough, but the big teardrops fell down the reddish eyes, and the eyelashes quivered gently.

Quan Nai cried helplessly, "Lin Wangci, you let him go! Let go of him, I will do whatever you want me to do, I will never run away again, I dare not be disobedient, please... Let him go, okay?"

"I knew this before, so why bother back then?" Lin Wangci's warm breath wrapped the girl, causing bursts of chills, and his tone was completely cold.

A devil with no emotions.

"Lin nonchalant, please..."

"Our company has never made a loss-making business," the man raised Kannaa's chin in cold blood, and two lines of tears stained his long fingers, and gently wiped them off, "Acheng, what do you ask for? "

"I...myself, my subordinates come to ask you..."

Lin Wangci nodded in satisfaction, his thin lips curled up in a coquettish arc, "It's right here, huh?"

Quan Nai's eyes widened, and just thinking about rejecting, the painful scream of Grandson Quan came from her ears. She gritted her teeth and nodded, "Yeah."

"It's just that, our company still feels a bit at a loss."

Lin Wangci's dangerous gaze swept the people around, all of them bowed their heads and turned their backs, wishing to block the five senses immediately, and their legs trembled in fear.

"Well, how about cutting off one of the legs of Grandson Quan? It just so happens that there is a missing hand, a missing leg, a perfect match."

As soon as the voice fell, the man over there seemed to have heard the order, and for the first time, he lifted the knife and cut off Zhang Sun Quan's left leg.

"Ah!!!" The shrill screams resounded through the entire Jiucheng Division.

After that, he passed out like a dead person.

The corners of Kwon Nai's lips raised an imperceptible arc, and the bottom of his eyes was cold and cold that ordinary people could not detect.

Lin Wangci seemed to be quite sorry, without sympathy, "The sword is so fast, this company is just talking about it."

"Don't kill him."

"Okay, it depends on Ah Cheng's performance."