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1417. restless mood

“…”

Sikong Lingge pursed his lips tightly, without saying a word.

Fang Yiren was right. She was indeed worried that if she killed Fang Yiren, the child would...

For a moment, Sikong Lingge almost became weak again.

However, the next second, my heart immediately became harder again.[

A person like Yiren who shows weakness will only make her more aggressive and will not have a good result.

not to mention……

She believed that with Zhixing and Shangguan Rui, the child would be fine.

right.

The child will definitely not be in trouble.

But... during this period, I will feel uncomfortable and will be as painful as Fang Yiren...

When Sikong Lingge thought of this, his chest felt cramped.

In my ears, Fang Yiren's provocative voice kept ringing

"Sikong Lingge, why don't you move? Aren't you very cruel? Why, how long has it been soft again? Hahaha...ah"

The next second, Fang Yiren let out a sharp and harsh scream of pain.

Sikong Lingge pinched her shoulder hard, and his nails fell deeply into the wound. "What you should do now is worry about yourself."

Sikong Lingge paused, his eyes swept over the gauze that had been stained with blood, "You don't have to worry about the child's affairs. I have Shangguan Rui and Zhixing, and she will never have any trouble! Or, I should be in front of you

Let’s call to confirm the health of your child, so that you can recognize the facts?”

Sikong Lingge's words were not just to say to Fang Yiren, warning her not to threaten herself with her children.

At the same time, it is also to soothe one's restless emotions.

"Call?" Fang Yiren glanced at Sikong Lingge, as if she had heard an international joke, and grinned.

He laughed strangely, making people feel uncomfortable all over.

Sikong Lingge frowned, "What are you laughing at?"

Fang Yiren did not respond and continued to laugh.

Moreover, the laughter is getting sharper.[

Sikong Lingge was worried, thinking that Fang Yiren had some moves in secret.

She didn't like this feeling, as if she was controlled by Fang Yiren again.

Suddenly heaviered his hand, Sikong Lingge spoke with a cold face and said sharply, "I'm asking you what you laugh at?"

Fang Yiren didn't answer, but she still laughed, her shoulders trembling...

"Fang Yiren, I'm asking you!" Sikong Lingge's face turned pale and he pinched his five fingers numb, all of which were blood seeping out of Fang Yiren's wound.

Fang Yiren twitched a few times and finally raised her head to look at her.

Sikong Lingge bit his lip and tried his best to suppress himself, preventing his emotions from getting out of control, but strangled the vicious woman in front of him.

"Sikong Lingge, you are so rude. I can't laugh?" Fang Yiren raised her eyebrows and answered the question completely.

Sikong Lingge was furious and could no longer control her nails, and she poked Fang Yiren's wound hard.

She wanted to see how tough this woman's temper was!

Fang Yiren still gritted her teeth and said nothing.

The two confronted each other like this, and no one was willing to show weakness first.

Excessive efforts have caused the singer Sikong Ling's fingers to be completely numb.

The expression on his whole body was tense like a tight bow.

The spirit is on the verge of collapse.

Just one more sentence.

Sikong Lingge had no doubts. Fang Yiren said another stimulating words to her, and she would definitely kill Fang Yiren!

Fang Yiren looked at the bitterness in Sikong Lingge's eyes, and her chest became cold, and finally spoke, "Sikong Lingge, I laughed at you as innocent."

Sikong Lingge frowned, not understanding what she meant.


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