Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

She walked up to Song's worry-free face and said, "Tonight's banquet, is it wonderful? ”

Song's worry-free eyes were cold, he didn't say anything, raised his hand, and snapped and attacked Song Yuyue's face to the left and right.

Song Jiuyue didn't even know what was going on, and her face was burning.

She covered her face like she had been spilled with chili water, pointing her finger at Song Wuxi's anger: “Song Wuxi, you hit me?! ”

“I'm not only going to hit you, I'm going to kill you!” Song's worry-free eyes became very cold.

She lifted her hand and strangled Song Yiuyue's throat. Cold words: "You heart poisonous woman are not worthy of living in this world! ”

“Cough...” Song Jiuyue was strangled with sore throat, itchy throat, difficulty breathing, stretched out her tongue and coughed up.

Song Wuxi is really like trying to kill her. The tighter the five fingers.

Song Jiuyue sees the Goddess of Death with a clear cold eye and no worries of killing.

Suddenly, she was frightened by Song Wu Feng, who had such an audacity and a strong sense of oppression.

She grabbed Song's worried arm with her hands dead and tried to take her hand away. It hurts so much...

“You will not be happy if you destroy the feelings of Makoto and Cheng Junguo!” No worries about Song Leng Dao.

“Cough... cough...”

Song Jiuyue felt that she was about to lose her breath. Her reddish face began to creep up, and her eyes turned white. It was incredibly ugly.

Song Weiyue's eyes suddenly got cold and his arms shook. He threw Song Jiuyue to the sink.

“Ah...” Song Jiuyue, the whole person hit the sink, hurting her to scream.

Too painful to breathe again, she fell on the floor, water stains on the floor, wet her beautiful dress.

“Killing you will only tarnish my hand! ”

Song Wuoxiao walked over and stood beside Song Xiaoyue, looking at her coldly, “You better converge, or I'll put an arrow through your heart! ”

“Ahhh...”

Song Jiuyue is like a drowner at this time, greedy for air, breathing heavily, even if there is hatred in his heart, at this time, it cannot be revealed.

Song did not worry to leave. When he walked to the door, he was almost irritated and returned. He kicked his feet hard towards Song Yiuyue.

“Ah-” Song Jiuyue almost fainted.

Song Wuoxiao came out of the bathroom, followed the aisle and walked all the way out to the lobby.

The banquet was very lively, but the passage to the bathroom was very quiet.

In front, there was a demonic woman in a black dress standing there, smiling toward Song.

She's laughing, hiding the knife.

Seeing her, Song Feng stopped and looked at each other coldly.

Cheng Wan Doo?

Song Li is sure that this woman, is not the fake nurse who fought her at the hospital.

The fake nurse, not so tall and full.

“Ya--” Cheng Wan suddenly rushed up.

Amazing speed, black skirts, like demons, like demons.

Pointed high heels, seemingly off the ground.

The palm of my hand is like a knife, and I'm not worried about Song.

Song's worry-free eyes shrunk, as cold as a star, coolly dissipated.

When Cheng Wan was about to come over, Song Wuxi seemed to explode as if the power of flooding in his body had erupted, and the whole person rose in the air.

Fleece and grandeur.

After leaving the ground, he flew over Cheng Wan's head, then a perfect rotation, one foot toward his back.

Cheng Wandou was kicked and his whole body pounded forward.

After all, however, she was a martial arts practitioner and soon stabilized herself.

When Song Wuoxiao's arm split, she quickly turned around and greeted Song Wuoxiao's move.