Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

A turmoil that nearly disrupted the entire division and business circle in China suddenly dissipated with news that the cold had improved.

Siming Li had been cautious before, so that no one could grasp the handle, but this time he thought that the cold would definitely die. For a moment, he loosened up and revealed too much rubble.

Simingli's faction was completely wiped out of the Shifu family, while also digging out many of his hidden party feathers, and the Shifu family was another round of powerful washing cards.

Late at night.

“Ahhh - Dad! I'm in pain! Dad, you must avenge me! I want them dead! I want them dead!” Shi Yijie kept rolling over the bed.

This time he was tortured, not only because his other leg had been broken, but because the whole person had been rendered obsolete.

Simingli, where's the kung fu at this time to take care of this son, the angry roar, “Shut up! I'm not bored enough, am I? ”

Sitting on the sofa opposite Simingli, his second son, Shi Yiqian, had just returned from abroad.

Shiyi humbly said, “Father, you are indeed too careless this time. I have advised you many times before. You must not take it lightly against Shi Night Cold. I have also warned you many times not to act rashly this time, why are you still...”

Siming Li Qi Jie: “Yi Qian, how can you blame me! The news of Sinochills falling into the cream is conclusive. This time the doctor has notified me of his illness, how do I know he turned around and lived again! ”

Seeing as no one cared for themselves, Shi Yijie shouted furiously in bed. “Why, why did I do this on behalf of my father?" Because I'm the eldest son? Shi Yiqian, you are also Dad's son, why not you! ”

Si Yi humbled herself, frowning impatiently, his eyes glanced slightly at Si Yi Jie in bed and said with no expression: "Because you are a piece of crap, this is the only thing you can do for your family. ”

“You, Simon, I'll kill you! Ah...” The wound on Shi Yijie was pulled, another screaming Lian.

Shi Yijie stared wildly at each other and yelled, “Ha, Shi Yiqian, I'm a loser! Then what are you! Where do you think you're better than me? How noble do you think you are? Will the woman in Qin Ruoxi look at you more?

Now that Si Night Cold's illness is getting better, and Dad's been kicked out of the house, what the hell are you talking about? You've only got one spare tire in your life! ”

The next second, between the electroluminescent flint stones, Shi Yijie's throat had been strangled by Shi Yi's modesty, and with a little more strength, his life would be unsafe.

“Say it again?” Shi Yi Huan's seemingly handsome and gentle face is a gloomy expression to the extreme.

“Yiqian, well, what do you plan to do with him...”

Simingli impatiently swept away the noisy eldest son, then looked at Shiyi Huanqian, “Shi Nightchill, the sick son, he really thought he was only covering his hands in China! Yiqian, don't worry, whether it's the steward or the woman, it's yours, it's all yours! ”

……

At the same time.

On the other side of the ocean, the morning sun just rises.

The warm sun soars quietly in a vintage estate.

Only on the walls of the manor doorway engraved with the mysterious vintage pattern, a majestic “Nie” was engraved with the Chinese book.

Suddenly, the quiet morning was broken by a gleaming china crackle in the estate and the maid screamed in panic.

“Ah! No... no! Young Master! Young Master is missing!!! ”