Wife Can’t Escape

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Chapter 53

Song Luan was rudely thrown into another room by Song Yu, and the windows and doors were tightly closed. There was no leak. Song Luan was weak, his cheeks were getting red, and the temperature in his body was gradually rising.

Song Luan thought in his heart that Song Yu was really one of the vicious female mates in this book. The harmful means are all such clichés. She barely supported her hand and sat on the bed with an unstable atmosphere. She smiled ironically at Song Yu. Smiled, "Aren't you trying to find a man to insult me?"

Isn’t this always written in the novel? Of course, Song Luan thinks that this kind of bridge is really doggies.

Song Yu's eyes were full of fierce light, and her red clothes were on her. At this time, the stinging person's eyes hurt, and she took two steps forward, close to Song Luan, and the sharp nails on her fingers slowly crossed her cheeks and face. With a sneer, Song Luan heard her say cruelly: "How can it be an insult? Isn't your favorite man, sister?"

Although Song Luan was not her, she still had to explain to the original owner, "I only like beautiful things."

"Sisters have suffocated these past few months, so I will help you today, my sister doesn't have to thank me."

"I thank you for your kindness. It is too late for you to let it go. If I really have something wrong, your brother-in-law will not let you go." Song Luan can only scare her with Zhao Nanyu at this time.

Song Yu smiled contemptuously, "You should worry about yourself."

Song Yu, a woman with no brains, was a bit smart. She knew that Zhao Nanyu's people would soon find out that Song Luan had an accident. As long as he came over, he saw the scene where Song Luan and other people were in harmony. At that time, Zhao Nanyu didn't Song Luan must be let go.

No man can tolerate his wife wearing a swaying green hat, plus Song Luan used to be "stained with flowers and grass" outside, and the new hatred and old hatred are added together. Where can Song Luan live a good life?

Song Yu thought viciously that she could not marry the person she loved, and she would never let Song Luan have a good life. Ming Ming was the one who first liked Zhao Nanyu, but Song Luan was cheap, and she would not be reconciled.

Song Luan's body is getting hotter and hotter, she shakes her brain and tries to stay awake. She gritted her teeth and said: "I am also your sister anyway, and Ping Su has never harmed you. Do you really want to be like this?

"Sister? Ha?" Song Yu's eyes became more and more terrifying. "I have lived under your shadow since I was a child. Why can you do anything you want? I don't eat as much as you, and you are not as good-looking as you have been in these years. I ridiculed and laughed at me, so I didn't think of you as my sister."

Song Luan underestimated Song Yu's hatred towards her, and the growing hatred spread deep inside, creating today's situation.

"Song Yu, when I get out, I will kill you." Song Luan stared at her, saying one by one.

Song Yu was really shocked by what she said for a moment, but now she has no way out even if she wants to regret it.

She clapped her hands and walked out of the house towards a wicked man, short and ugly.

"Serve my sister well."

Song Luan's brain hurts, his eyes hurt, and he was still chaotic. Immediately he was ugly sober by the man in front of her. She really wanted to vomit the present cliché plot.

Vulgar! Vulgar!

Can Song Yu think of revenge? !

Song Luan flinched back, the man gradually approached her, Yao Lu grinned at her, Song Luan's eyes and beads were going to be ugly blind by this person, and her sister was also dead, where did he find such a disgusting person to insult her? ? !

Song Luan panted heavily and carefully drew his defensive dagger from his narrow sleeves. When the man leaned forward, he took the opportunity to stand upright and raised his hand to use his full strength to pierce his chest.

Her clothes were splattered with bright red blood, and she couldn’t take care of it at the moment. Song Luan slowly walked to the door and put her ears on the door. Listening carefully to the movements outside, she was afraid that Song Yu would return Outside, after listening for a while, and confirming that no one was outside, Song Luan opened the door and ran.

When she was weak, she didn't run fast, and she didn't know what was in the fragrance. She couldn't hold it anymore.

Song Luan didn't know where it was. Looking like an inn, she slipped out of the back door stumbled. This pair didn't dare to go the road, but walked the road secretly.

After a short run, she was all out of strength, leaning against the wall, panting, slowly sliding down, sitting at the corner of the alley, pinching the tender meat in her palm with her nails, now only The pain can only keep her calm.

Song Luan regretted it secretly, and was just too scared after stabbing. The dagger was easily lost by her. Originally, she could cut two knives on her thigh, and the effect of putting blood on it was always to be dispersed.

Song Luan remembered that it was written once in the original book. When the original owner and her got along with each other, they were caught by the male owner once. She could not remember the specific description. It probably means that the original owner was caught and raped. She fell into the arms of other men with her disheveled clothes, her eyes cold, and closed the door for them indifferently.

Miserable, too miserable.

She took the worst script.

Song Luan had no doubt that if one day let Zhao Nanyu see that she had betrayed him, Zhao Nanyu could chop her head off.

This is also the reason why she doesn’t look so cute when she reads books. People who are too extreme in character will also do extreme things.

She is more inclined to the love of long flowing water.

Song Luan's brain was dizzy, and dimly, her ears seemed to hear a familiar voice.

"Aluan!? How do you fall here?!"

Song Luan panted, lifted his eyelids tiredly and looked up, Huai Jin.

The handsome boyish face was full of surprises. He was dressed in red, and it was even more dazzling in the winter.

"I...I...I have no energy." The legs and hands are also soft, so I can't stand up, and my body is about to burn up.

Song Luan's forehead was covered with thin beads of sweat, his face was abnormally pink, and the style between his eyebrows was full. Huai Jin's pocket was still holding the hot buns he had just bought. She stretched out her hand and helped her to soften into a pool of water.

Huai Jin opened his mouth and was startled, "You have murdered?! Why is there blood on your body?! And, how did you run out? Also made this look? Is it because you are bullying you?"

Song Luan was very uncomfortable and tried his best to endure, "No...it's not him, you take me back. Walk through the back door, don't let others see."

Spread out to provoke criticism.

Song Luan meant to take her back to Zhao Mansion, but Huaijin misunderstood her words, but the small body was very powerful, and he ran to his yard when he picked up the man.

In the past, Song Luan and he often stayed in this yard. Huai Jin was actually a little happy in his heart, because Song Luan hadn't been here for a long time and hadn't asked him to drink.

He put Song Luan on the bed, watching her sadly crying and stomping anxiously, "Should I call you a doctor?"

Song Luan whine bite the quilt and cry, swear while crying, when she is ready, Song Yu must cry and cry!

Although Huai Jin is young, he is clever, and Song Luan looks like this. He also knows that it cannot be seen by outsiders, and if he runs out to call the doctor, how bad is it to leave Song Luan alone? !

Song Luan randomly looked at the furnishings in the eye room and choked: "I'm going back to Zhao Mansion."

"Ah? I made a mistake, I... do I take you back now?" Huai Jin's voice was getting lower and lower. To be honest, he was really afraid of being kicked by Zhao Nanyu again.

"I'm uncomfortable, you can help me get a bucket of cold water."

Huai Jin realized afterwards that she had been drugged by others, but the words were noisy. He stumbled and said what was in his heart: "I use cold water."

Now in winter, cold water will damage her body.

Song Luan didn't have the strength to stare at him, "You, go, hit, water, I'm not afraid of cold."

Huai Jin looked at her with a firm expression, and her lower lip was bitten out of blood. He said, "I will go."

He moved quickly, and Mali hit a bucket of cold water in the room, holding Song Luan walking and scolding, "Who the **** are you? It's too vicious! I'm heartbroken. But when do you really do?" With Zhao Nanyu and Li, although I can still wait for you for a few more years, I will also feel lonely, otherwise I might not be angry if you say something like me."

Song Luan responded weakly, "You speak a lot."

The original quiet courtyard suddenly heard the sound of neat and clean footsteps, and a familiar killing air came to the face.

Song Luan resolutely said to Huai Jin: "Hurry, hide."

Huai Jin looked blank, "What's wrong?"

Song Luan was too late to explain to him, crying anxiously, "Hurry up!"

Although Huai Jin didn't know what happened, she always believed what she said, reluctantly opened the closet, and quickly digged into it.

Song Luan was physically weak and fell to the ground. At this time, she was in a state of embarrassment. Her collar was half-open, and her white neck was glowing with pink.

At the same time, the door was kicked vigorously and sawdust flew all over.

Zhao Nanyu was dressed in black, with no expression on his face, exuding a cold breath around him. He held a long sword in his hand, and fresh blood was dripping on the blade. Song Luan couldn't help but guess that he had just killed Came over.

Zhao Nanyu also had a **** smell on his body. Song Luan looked at him blankly. This was the first time she saw him holding a sword. The murderous and raging, cold and cold, there was no slight shadow of the elegant scholar, like Suo Gang finished. The fateful Shura is daunting.

The black boots stopped in front of her, the man squatted down, looked at her with pity, her cold hands gently rubbed her delicate face.

Song Luan raised his finger, gently pulled his hand, flushed, and said: "Take me away."