Chapter 877

(Jiageng, 41)

the wife is crouching on the ground, with several red marks on her white and delicate legs.

Is it that Mr. Zhan beat out with a belt?!

Aunt Qiao stared at the leather belt, and her heart was also hairy

Her voice line was a little shaky, and she carefully stopped at the cotton padded place. "Sir, calm down, you are injured. I'll bandage you. Do you need to see a doctor..."

Zhan Muqian's face was very ugly.

He scowled at Aunt Qiao, "get out of the way."

Jiang Mianmian is curled up on the ground. The ground is cold. She has no strength. She can only move back slowly. She doesn't know how far she can escape

Aunt Qiao was afraid, too.

In this world, no one is afraid of Zhan Muqian. However, she can't bear to leave her wife and a little girl here.

What's more, her father just had that happen.

She was in a bad mood and could understand.

"First, sir, please calm down. Please calm down. My wife is still young. She is not sensible. You can teach her well later. Don't get along with her. Please calm down..."

Zhan Muqian's face was stiff, whether there was a trace of expression on his face, but there was a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes.

Cotton carefully tugged at the hem of aunt Qiao's clothes.

Aunt Qiao subconsciously looked back and saw that the little girl's eyes were red and red, and her eyes were full of vulnerability and fear.

This look in the eyes is very painful.

Aunt Qiao also ignored, reaching out and holding Zhan Muqian, "Sir, please, my wife is still young..."

Zhan Muqian has forced her to come, and the belt of his hand is slowly raised.

Cotton is very afraid.

She wanted to hide, and was afraid that Aunt Qiao would hurt her if she dared to stop her.

At one time, my heart began to contradict. I didn't know what to do.

She was biting her lips, her hoarse voice was a little weeping, and her nasal voice was very heavy

Her red eyes were fixed on Zhan Muqian's cold, gloomy face.

"You beat me to death. You signed a divorce agreement and let me go. Like a man, don't be so bossy. I don't want you anymore. Why don't you bother me with your face..."

Aunt Qiao's face is also muddled. I can't understand how the wife dare to talk hard at such a critical moment!!

She was in such a hurry that she reached between them.

Zhan Muqian sneers, "divorce? Just now I was so caught that I couldn't leave. Now I'm going to divorce, eh? "

Cotton padded quilt is red in the face and ears.

How could he How can I say such shameless things in front of aunt Qiao!

In her mind, aunt Qiao has always been regarded as an elder

Mian Mian is biting her lips, shy and afraid.

But she also knows that Zhan Muqian wants to clean her up, not to mention aunt Qiao, no one in the world can stop her

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Aunt Qiao stared at the belt in his hand and saw that it would fall down at any time.

She could not hold back her tears. "Sir, don't fight. My wife is still young. She doesn't care what she says. She won't divorce you Mr. Zhan, let's go around her this time. She is not in good health. For one month, the old doctors say that it will be bad for the young people to get a minor illness for a while. It's all a sign of a major illness. You need to calm down and hurt yourself... "

Zhan Muqian's face was gloomy, his lips seemed to tremble, and he didn't speak for a long time.

He suddenly leaned over Mian Mian's arm, dragged her to get up, and half dragged her and half hugged the building all the way -