Jiangnan smoke and rain do not disperse gl

All the guests in the hall shouted and became a mess, and the groom stood aside in a daze.

Dong Shu, what am I in your heart?

blank.

Worried.

Indescribable.

She said: What am I?

The bride is the daughter of another big family who suffered such serious injuries.

As for Tang Ling, what he faced was overwhelming anger.

Dong Shu pushed the servant away, pinched the intoxicated chin that was sitting on the ground, and forced her to look at him.

"You know, it's my wife you hurt."

Tang Ling stretched out his palm, and his eyes fell on it. It can be seen that it was covered with blood, like a brilliant rose, exuding fragrance.

Intoxicating, intoxicating.

"so what?"

"You lunatic!"

Dong Shu raised his slap and hung it in the air, his stubborn eyes fixed on him closely, but the slap did not come down for a long time.

There was a crackling sound.

The latter grinned and belched, and the smoky smell of alcohol came to his nostrils.

His hair was disheveled, and his white shirt was even more shocking, and so unsightly, Dong Shu closed his eyes.

"Put this person into the dungeon, no one is allowed to enter or leave the dungeon without my young master's order!

After all, he gritted his teeth and threw it on the ground fiercely.

Let Tang Ling be dragged out of the house.

The hall was surprisingly quiet, and the guests were all at a loss.

A good happy event turns into a ridiculous drama.

"I, Dong's family, are responsible for today's matter. What's wrong with this young master!"

After talking, he walked away.

Actually causing trouble for her, at this moment the latter wished to slap the culprit to death.

The gloomy dungeon is dark all year round, and the humid air smells of decay, making it lifeless.

With a sullen face, Dong Shu stepped into the prison door and walked into the obscure depths of the dungeon.

Broken candles on both sides flickered, outlining a hazy yellow light, the uneven soil, black and festering, like a road to hell.

corner.

Tang Ling shrank tiredly.

Just like a child.

disturbed.

Dong Shu squatted in front of her, carefully sizing up the person in front of him.

It's probably the first time she looks so embarrassed.

Gently brushing away the blue hair on her cheeks, this face is haggard...

Even the hippie smile of the past is gone.

Frowning, his eyes fell on Tang Ling's hand, pulling an object.

After digging it out and looking at it, I couldn't help being stunned.

Dong Shu took out the Qiongqi jade pendant from his bosom, and matched it with another Phoenix jade pendant.

I watched for a long time.

"give me back!"

Suddenly a hand rushed over, snatched away the phoenix jade pendant, and stuck it to his chest like a baby.

"Crazy enough?"

The latter grinned self-deprecatingly: "Master Dong condescends to come to this dungeon, but is there something wrong?"

Dong Shu narrowed his eyes: "Why did you become like this?"

In the old days, the Pianpian son raised his hands in a refined manner.

Now...the hair is disheveled, the body smells like alcohol, the prisoner...

"I'm sorry, Young Master Dong should go and comfort your wife, kill or scrape, it's up to you."

After all the words, turn your back and don't look back.

He let a scorching gaze sweep over him.

silent.

"I'm going to divorce," she said.

After listening, Tang Ling's body trembled imperceptibly.

"Stay here and reflect on yourself."

Immediately, the footsteps gradually moved away.

After all, Tang Ling turned around and watched the man disappear into the darkness quietly.

The white hand couldn't stop rubbing the jade pendant in the palm of his hand over and over again.

"How long are you going to lie to yourself..."