"Even if you are jealous, what qualifications do you have to be jealous of my husband??"
His face was even more ugly, and the taste of alcohol in his mouth was even stronger. He glared at her viciously and did not continue to talk back.
Qiao Xiaomai didn't dare to say any more, because she saw him raise his fist.
Women are naturally cowardly towards strength. She was afraid that the fist would come down, so she took a timid step back.
However, the fist did not fall after all. He just glared at her viciously: "Qiao Xiaomai, remember your work! If you don't finish it on time, I will make you look good."
She was stunned for a moment, and then she remembered that she had forgotten about work these days - she had forgotten to organize the column clippings for the beautiful writer named Bingbing.
Yi Xiangxi stomped downstairs, not to the bedroom or study room, but to the basement.
Qiao Xiaomai has never seen this room open since she came here. Moreover, the basement is dark and dark, and the light is not very good, so she is not willing to go down at all.
On this day, Yi Xiangxi behaved very strangely.
She followed him curiously, but when she saw Xiang Xi striding into the door, she heard a loud bang. She followed and pushed the door, but it was already locked from the inside.
Suddenly, a strange smell came from his room. It was the smell of scented wax paper money. She was shocked, could he be burning something?
Could it be that Yi Xiangxi wants □□? It would be great if that were the case.
However, Yi Xiangxi obviously doesn't know how to do it. So what is he doing?
At this time, the scent of the fragrant wax money paper was even stronger. She guessed, perhaps, what was being worshiped inside?
After a long time, there was no sound from inside, and the weird smell of fragrant wax never dissipated.
She had an extremely ominous premonition in her heart, but there was nothing she could do.
She stood at the door for a while, feeling tired. There was no light in the living room and it was dark. She was a little scared.
Yi Xiangxi never came up, and she didn't know if he was really committing murder and arson, so she sat down in the living room. She slept in a daze until midnight, when she was suddenly awakened.
There was a huge black shadow in front of her. She was about to exclaim, but her throat was already blocked. This was not a kiss, but an animal kiss. No, no, no, it was not a kiss, but biting, ravaging, destroying and torturing.
The air in her lungs was completely robbed, like a ferocious beast. She was shocked. Even the night she was drugged by him, he had never been so ferocious.
He was biting her lips, face, and downwards almost harshly, with a kind of cruel pleasure, as if he was going to tear her body apart piece by piece.
"I hate you...hate you guys...damn old thief Qiao..."
What he is suppressing is not a woman, but a huge enemy. At this moment, he is using all his strength to kill this person completely.
She was horrified and instinctively wanted to run for her life. However, no matter how hard she tried with her hands, she could not move him at all.
All the weight of his body was pressing on her, as if her life was drying up bit by bit. She finally managed to breathe, but was completely overwhelmed by his more ferocious waves.
She was in unbearable pain. He had never been so rough before. She pushed hard: "Let me go... let go..." while shouting and struggling, her nails digging deeply into his arm.
She couldn't see it, but she could feel the blood brought out by her nails. Her hatred for this man, and the entanglement between them, at this moment, turned into a life-and-death struggle.