Chapter 267

Zhao Xiaowan came back from the hospital last night. As soon as she lay down and fell asleep, she was awakened by a nightmare.

In the dream, Tang and song look pale and bloodless, look at her with gloomy eyes, and ask her why she did it again and again.

She cried and said don't blame her, she was forced to do so.

"I want you to go with me." Tang Song's face was covered with a strange smile, and then rushed to her.

She wanted to run away, but her feet were rooted and could not move.

He could only watch him grasp his neck, ferocious face, "Zhao Xiaowan, I want you to go to hell!"

Breathing became more and more difficult, and when she thought she was going to die, she woke up.

Wake up to find that he is pinching his neck, scared her to let go, sat up.

The dream is too real, too weird.

She stroked her neck in shock, and the feeling of suffocation seemed to be the same.

Because of fear, she has been afraid to sleep since.

She didn't kill Tang and song on the spur of the moment, but when Tang ruochu said that she would send Tang and song to the United States for treatment, she had this idea at that time.

Originally she hesitated, but after Zhao Bo fell down the stairs, she didn't seem to care.

There's no difference between killing one person and killing two.

So she decided to kill Tang and song.

When the servant knocked on the door, he told her that a woman named Tang ruochu was looking for her.

She was flustered. She knew that Tang ruochu would come because of the Tang and Song dynasties.

But soon she calmed down, even if Tang ruochu knew that he killed Tang and Song Dynasty, what if there was no evidence.

……

Hearing the sound, Tang ruochu and Lu Shengyao turned around and went along. Zhao Xiaowan, wearing a purple robe, walked down the stairs step by step.

Tang ruochu exchanged a look with Lu Shengyao, and then walked over.

As soon as he approached, Tang ruochu saw that Zhao Xiaowan's face was haggard and his eyes were black and blue.

Thin eyebrow light pick, Tang ruochu hook sneer, "Zhao Xiaowan, is a nightmare, dare not sleep?"

Zhao Xiaowan's footstep, his eyes quickly across a bit of confusion, then raised his voice to scold, as if to hide the inner confusion and guilty.

"Tang ruochu, what are you talking about? How can I have nightmares? "

"What have you done yourself, don't you know?" Tang ruochu stares at her coldly. His deep eyes seem to see through her.

Zhao Xiaowan quickly turned her head and walked past her calmly, went to the sofa and sat down.

She slightly looked at a couple of men and women standing behind her eyes and sneered, "Tang ruochu, you came back early in the morning just to say this strange thing to me? If so, go back. "

"Go back?" Tang ruochu sneered and walked up to her. He looked down at her and said, "Zhao Xiaowan, this is my family. How can you get the qualification to drive me back?"

"I am the master of this family. And you... " Zhao Xiaowan put her hands around her chest, leaned back against the sofa, looked up at her, and his eyes were full of sarcasm. "The water thrown by the married daughter is no longer the place where the Tang family wants to come."

Like hearing Tianda's joke, Tang ruochu raised his head and laughed. His small face was full of ridicule. "Birds occupy dove's nest. How dare they be so brazen."

Then, she looked around, "every corner here is designed and decorated by my mother. How can you say that you are the master of the Tang family

Over the years, there are too many traces of that woman in this house. Every time she proposes to redecorate it, it will be rejected by the Tang and Song dynasties. The reason is that it was designed by Tang ruochu's mother. I want to leave a memory for Tang ruochu.

Leave a message for Tang ruochu? The irony of Zhao Xiaowan's lips is that he never forgot his dead wife in the Tang and Song Dynasties, and he wanted to leave a memory.

So over the years, her dissatisfaction with the Tang and Song Dynasties has been accumulating, and now it has finally broken out. She killed him herself, which can be regarded as a relief.

She took back her thoughts and looked at Tang ruochu's cold eyes with a little more hatred, "so what? I will destroy everything about that woman and leave nothing behind. "

"How dare you?" Tang ruochu was shocked by her words. This villa carries many unforgettable memories of her and her mother. If her mother leaves, if the villa is destroyed, there will be nothing left.

"Why not?" Zhao Xiaowan sneered and turned to look at the wall with decorative paintings. "Didn't you just find that the woman's painting is missing? Yes, I threw it away. "

As soon as these words fell, the temperature of Tang ruochu's whole body suddenly dropped to freezing point.

"Why do you throw away my mother's painting?" She stares at Zhao Xiaowan's complacent face and asks with gnashing teeth.

"Why?" Zhao Xiaowan stood up, put her hands around her chest, and raised her chin haughtily. "Tang ruochu, I said that I am the master of the Tang family now, and how I want to do it is my freedom. Can a married daughter manage it? ""Pa!" Tang ruochu raised his hand and slapped her.

Zhao Xiaowan covered her cheek and stared at her in disbelief, "you dare to hit me!"

Tang ruochu laughed angrily, "why don't I dare?"

"You..." Zhao Xiaowan felt very humiliated and became angry. She raised her hand and hit her.

At this time, a hand was stretched out to hold her hand directly, followed by a chilling voice, "if you dare to move her, I will make you miserable."

As soon as his voice fell, Zhao Xiaowan turned pale and exclaimed, "Ouch! It hurts

Tang ruochu turned his head and saw that it was Sheng Yao holding her hand. It should be Sheng Yao's strength that hurt her.

Zhao Xiaowan felt that her hand was about to be pinched off, and her face was twisted into a ball because of the pain.

It hurts!

But Lu Shengyao didn't mean to let go at all. Instead, his strength increased.

"Oh dear!" Zhao Xiaowan exclaimed in pain again, and then quickly begged for mercy: "you quickly let go, I will never touch her at all."

Her voice trembled slightly, and there was a trace of crying.

It looks like it hurts a lot.

Tang ruochu gave Lu Shengyao a look in his eyes. The latter raised his eyebrows and then asked harshly, "where did you throw that painting? Say it, or I'll break your hand. "

With that, he increased his strength.

Zhao Xiaowan quickly replied: "I have received it in the storage room for three years."

"You're smart!" As soon as Lu Shengyao got the answer, he immediately threw away her hand and wiped it on his body as if he had touched something dirty.

Because of her inertia, Zhao Xiaowan falls down on the sofa, covering her pinched hand and wailing.

Mom's painting is still there.

Tang ruochu was relieved, and then his whole mood gradually calmed down.