"I will make you forget him, you can only have me, you can only have me in your heart..." He tied her hands to the iron pillar on the bedside, his eyes filled with a chilling severity.
As the sound of shredding clothes resounded in the air, the clothes she was wearing quickly fell down in his strong hands.
"Ah... Dongfang Lin, you can't do this..." He had never tried to treat her like this before, and Wan Qinrou screamed in horror.
"I am your husband, for God's sake, everything you have is mine, why can't I do this? Or do you want to do it with another man? You bitch..."
Dongfang Lin was so angry that he slapped him in the face.
"Dongfang Lin, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you to death..." Wan Qinrou tasted the blood at the corner of her mouth, and she stared at him angrily.
"Hate it, your heart is not in me, do you think I will still care? You see clearly, who is the man in your body now." Her resistance will only make him more angry, and he only wants to
Trampling her hard, torturing her to death.
Wan Qinrou bit her lip and stared at him, her blood-red eyes seemed to bleed.
"Yes, just look at me like this. I want you to remember firmly that I am your man." He suddenly pulled off his clothes.
Suddenly there was a loud booming sound outside the window, and heavy rain fell on the ground.
It rained, and it rained heavily without warning.
Her thoughts seemed to go back to her childhood, when she met Dongfang Xing for the first time, also on a rainy day.
He didn't hold an umbrella because he was punished and ran away on the playground. He braved the heavy rain but was not afraid at all.
She held a cute umbrella and looked at him at the playground. Inexplicably, her eyes were deeply attracted to him.
After he finished running, she stepped forward to protect him from the rain, but he frowned and avoided him. Although she was very sad, she still kept looking for the place where there were footprints. She felt like she was looking at him from a distance.
He has had enough.
As long as she thinks about him, she will feel very happy no matter how much she is wronged.
After being brutally, rudely, and mercilessly swept through, she was as scarred as a broken doll.
Dongfang Lin seemed to have just realized what he had done. He wanted to comfort her and apologize, but in the end he said nothing.
He untied her hands, pulled the quilt to cover her body, quickly put on clothes, and then ran out of the door as if running away.
Outside the door, stood a little boy of four or five years old. His face was pale, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes. The book in his hand had been crushed beyond recognition.
He is their son, Dongfang Xingran.
So, he heard everything that happened inside just now.
"Xingran..." He reached out to touch the top of his head, but as if he wanted to see a beast, he quickly backed away and looked at him with horrified eyes.
Dongfang Lin's originally calm mood suddenly became irritable again. He suddenly clenched his fists, turned around and left quickly. He was worried that if he stayed, he would not be able to help but hurt him.
Dongfang Xingran pursed his lips tightly. After he walked away, he opened the door and walked in slowly.
He saw Wan Qinrou's broken clothes scattered on the ground. He didn't know what happened to them. He knew that they had quarreled, and the quarrel was fierce. He also heard his mother's constant crying, which was so fierce.
