The 99th Divorce

The crowd quickly dispersed.

Ye Youyou never dared to talk to anyone.

In prison, there are naturally people like her.

Misjudged or wronged.

But such people are in the minority, Ye Youyou dare not gamble.

The only thing she knows about her pregnancy so far is with the prison guard.

If this was known by the people inside, wouldn't she end up being fooled?

Ye Youyou was lying on the bed, her heart very uneasy.

Close your eyes, sleepless.

Suddenly, there were footsteps and a low cry.

Listening to the voice, it was the pregnant woman just now.

Ye Youyou clenched the thin quilt on her body, and was suddenly shocked with sweat.

They ... are back.

"Quietly, do you want to wake someone up?"

This is the voice of Wang Zhuang's men, a little bit ruthless.

Ye Youyou knows that there are certainly not many people falling asleep at this time.

But no one dared to speak, and it was so quiet.

The pregnant woman refrained from making a sound.

Turning around, he walked to his bed and sat down carefully.

The pregnant woman's bed was just opposite Ye Youyou, and the movements from the above came clearly.

Undoubtedly, she was bullied.

Ye Youyou's heartbeat lifted up, very frightened.

Grabbing the quilt, my heart was aggrieved.

In prison, there are not many good people.

There are many people like Wang Zhuang Lao Zhou.

Her character is only bullied in this place.

Originally ... she didn't need to suffer these things.

The more you think, the more wronged you are.

Ye Youyou's eyes were hot, and she closed her eyes clutching the quilt.

Li Jinnan, come and save me ...

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"Want to stay here? Please please me."

The high voice contained a somewhat morbid desire to conquer.

In the dark, that figure was like a devil's projection.

He laughed.

But that smile for Shen Manting is tantamount to a nightmare.

Shen Manting looked at such a figure, and the retreat went back.

However, no matter how she escaped or how far away, that figure seemed to be a curse, always following her forever.

"Do you think you ran away?"

The dull magnetic voice is like a life-threatening movement.

There was no room for obstruction, and she suddenly attacked towards her.

Shen Manting seemed to be pushed into the bottomless abyss by him, suddenly, trembling.

The night is short.

Shen Manting was lying in bed, sweating.

Looking at the smallpox that had begun to decay on the top of his head, he gasped and his chest undulated.

The back is already soaked.

In August, the electric fans in the room swayed left and right.

The light wind slowly swept across her as the fan shook her head, and Shen Manting was full of excitement.

Sitting up, everything that has been around for a long time is really real.

Not the mansion, nor the room he used to 'pamper' her.

Here, there is no Shen Luoan, no Shen family, and no pain.

However, Shen Manting's heart is empty and choking.

Reach out and touch your heart.

A drop of water fell on Shen Manting's forehead and dropped onto his arm.

He got up and poured himself a glass of water.

After drinking slowly, Shen Manting looked out the window.

Late in the night in the town, it was exceptionally quiet.

In addition to the tweets of the bugs, it was the barking of people from afar.

"There will be no Shen Luoan ..."

Shen Manting whispered to herself, reaching for his belly.

"You will not be Shen Luoan."