Chapter 876
Mian Mian's eyes widened suddenly when she heard this, and she glared at him severely.
As if staring at his life's most hated enemy.
She didn't know where the strength came from. Suddenly she kicked him and beat him with her hands and feet. She struggled to get out of his arms and feet to the ground.
She had just been stripped of her pants by him. Her clothes were still hanging. She tried to cover her body. She ran out barefoot
……
Zhan Muqian doesn't care how much his shoulder hurt.
His eyes fell on her bare feet. There was no carpet in the study. He was afraid that she would catch cold if she ran out barefoot and dressed irregularly.
Subconsciously, he went after her and grabbed her by the arm, trying to hold her up.
Cotton and cotton are struggling like crazy.
She wantonly waved her arms and overturned many things on the desk. At last, she grabbed a heavy object and threw it directly on him as a weapon.
"Crash" -
the scene becomes difficult to see directly.
The hard object she grabbed was an ink bottle. With such a smash, the bottle cap was opened, and the dark ink was sprinkled on his body, making his shirt and trousers all over, and the wound on his shoulder might be a little stained.
Cotton too hard, I don't know how to sit on the ground.
She was also shocked. Her clothes were stained with some ink, but she was not as embarrassed as Zhan Muqian
She looked at Zhan Muqian's iron blue face, a little afraid. Her legs were too soft to stand up, and she slowly climbed out with her knees soft.
The study door was open when she came in.
And when she was angry about her study, they all watched.
Aunt Qiao, in particular, listened to the big movements in her study and was always worried about coming in to have a look.
But I dare not. I'm afraid Mr. Zhan will get angry. Although there seems to be fighting, there is no fierce quarrel or shouting.
When she heard her wife crying, the string in her heart was almost tense, and aunt Qiao rushed to the building.
At this time, I don't care if Mr. Zhan will be angry.
She pushed the door directly into the room and saw the indescribable chaos.
Zhan Muqian's face suddenly changed. He reached out and grasped the belt that had just tied her hands, but he was helping her to untie it.
He holds the belt in his hand, is also barefoot, stepping on a mess of the ground, step by step approaching the lichen body of the little woman
Mianmian stared at the belt in his hand and said that he was not afraid of being fake.
But aunt Qiao came in. She was a little angry.
Her refusal to be soft in front of Zhan Muqian doesn't mean that she won't be coquettish in front of aunt Qiao.
She was afraid of it. She cried to Aunt Qiao in a soft voice, "aunt Qiao, help me, it hurts. I'm afraid..."
Although aunt Qiao is an old man, she is still shocked by the scene.
She suspected that her tolerance was still far from enough, otherwise how could she be shocked to faint by the little couple.
First of all, no matter how messy the clean and tidy study of abstinence department is
Mr. Zhan's shoulders are full of blood
Then the desk was in a mess. There were some filth in it. There were my wife's pants and * *
Aunt Qiao swallowed her saliva, and naturally expected what a beautiful thing had happened to her desk just now.
The wife curled up on the ground, with a few red marks on her white and delicate legs.
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As if staring at his life's most hated enemy.
She didn't know where the strength came from. Suddenly she kicked him and beat him with her hands and feet. She struggled to get out of his arms and feet to the ground.
She had just been stripped of her pants by him. Her clothes were still hanging. She tried to cover her body. She ran out barefoot
……
Zhan Muqian doesn't care how much his shoulder hurt.
His eyes fell on her bare feet. There was no carpet in the study. He was afraid that she would catch cold if she ran out barefoot and dressed irregularly.
Subconsciously, he went after her and grabbed her by the arm, trying to hold her up.
Cotton and cotton are struggling like crazy.
She wantonly waved her arms and overturned many things on the desk. At last, she grabbed a heavy object and threw it directly on him as a weapon.
"Crash" -
the scene becomes difficult to see directly.
The hard object she grabbed was an ink bottle. With such a smash, the bottle cap was opened, and the dark ink was sprinkled on his body, making his shirt and trousers all over, and the wound on his shoulder might be a little stained.
Cotton too hard, I don't know how to sit on the ground.
She was also shocked. Her clothes were stained with some ink, but she was not as embarrassed as Zhan Muqian
She looked at Zhan Muqian's iron blue face, a little afraid. Her legs were too soft to stand up, and she slowly climbed out with her knees soft.
The study door was open when she came in.
And when she was angry about her study, they all watched.
Aunt Qiao, in particular, listened to the big movements in her study and was always worried about coming in to have a look.
But I dare not. I'm afraid Mr. Zhan will get angry. Although there seems to be fighting, there is no fierce quarrel or shouting.
When she heard her wife crying, the string in her heart was almost tense, and aunt Qiao rushed to the building.
At this time, I don't care if Mr. Zhan will be angry.
She pushed the door directly into the room and saw the indescribable chaos.
Zhan Muqian's face suddenly changed. He reached out and grasped the belt that had just tied her hands, but he was helping her to untie it.
He holds the belt in his hand, is also barefoot, stepping on a mess of the ground, step by step approaching the lichen body of the little woman
Mianmian stared at the belt in his hand and said that he was not afraid of being fake.
But aunt Qiao came in. She was a little angry.
Her refusal to be soft in front of Zhan Muqian doesn't mean that she won't be coquettish in front of aunt Qiao.
She was afraid of it. She cried to Aunt Qiao in a soft voice, "aunt Qiao, help me, it hurts. I'm afraid..."
Although aunt Qiao is an old man, she is still shocked by the scene.
She suspected that her tolerance was still far from enough, otherwise how could she be shocked to faint by the little couple.
First of all, no matter how messy the clean and tidy study of abstinence department is
Mr. Zhan's shoulders are full of blood
Then the desk was in a mess. There were some filth in it. There were my wife's pants and * *
Aunt Qiao swallowed her saliva, and naturally expected what a beautiful thing had happened to her desk just now.
The wife curled up on the ground, with a few red marks on her white and delicate legs.
[40 more explosive and over! Then there will be monthly ticket addition, continue to turn the page]