The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

"Mu Xuexin, do you think I can't take off your mask for the time being, so there is no way I can take you?"

Across a table, Mu Wanqing leaned forward slightly, raised her chin, her eyebrows were charming, and she smiled brightly, "You are too naive."

She is no longer the Mu Wanqing back then.

It was no longer the Mu Wanqin who was at the mercy of Sister Ren Zha and Mother Zha, who caused the death of people around her!

"Mu Wanqing! The Emperor has sent me to a mental hospital, what do you want to do to me?"

Mu Xuexin struggled twice, and the stool legs made a sharp noise on the floor, like a woman's roar.

She lives this way almost every day.

Either be imprisoned, or tied up, or thrown into a pile of madmen and tortured!

"I don't want to do anything." Mu Wanqing withdrew his hand and sat down in his own position with a flair.

She just wants to take back what belongs to her.

It may even include... in the past life, Mu Xuexin and the priest hand in hand, and the countless lives owed by them!

As long as he remembered the tragic death of her and Ye Yuchen, Mu Wanqing's heart was tightly grabbed, and he vowed to make the culprit pay a hundred times more!

"People who can't sing can't be the queen of singing."

Mu Wanqing stood up suddenly, looking down at Mu Xuexin, "Even if you get this name, you will never get everything else."

No longer, impossible to get.

Even if she died of a heart attack in the end, she would leave Mu Xue with nothing before she died.

"you……"

Mu Xue suddenly jumped up, trying to stand up.

No matter how her hands were tied to the chair, she immediately fell back, rubbing the twine with her wrist, causing a tingling pain.

"Mu Wanqing, don't forget, who on earth can't sing because of me!" Mu Xuexin's eyes were red.

She glared at Mu Wanqing, roaring with her throat, as if she was about to tear her throat, and she was a little hoarse.

"Ah……"

Mu Wanqing smiled softly.

Yes, Mu Xuexin also sang on stage when she was a child, and she was even praised for her natural sound and talent.

And the reason why she can't sing now...

Thanks to Wan Qing, so she acquiesced in her previous life to pretend to be the Queen of Heaven, Qingchen, but she was just paying off her debts.

"Mu Xuexin, I have already paid off."

Mu Wanqing's eyes moved slightly, "I paid my two lives."

When the voice fell, the girl suddenly turned around and left the Ancheng Eighth Courtyard. The back was arrogant and stubborn, like an orchid blooming in the middle of the rock, growing more and more prosperous.

However, Mu Wanqing didn't go very far, just faded out of Mu Xuexin's sight, and then suddenly stopped, supported the wall beside him, and bent down.

pain……

It hurts like a heart.

"Qinqin, the angel pupils can't help you with your illness! You should go to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible, I don't want to change the owner!"

The little angel's voice sounded suddenly, and it jumped twice in a hurry, and the cold clavicle chain slipped across her skin.

Mu Wanqing frowned tightly, her small face was terribly pale, and even her pink lips lost blood, "I see."

She might... not too much time.

Mu Wan closed her eyes, squatted on the ground leaning against the tree, and trembling with her small hand, took out the first aid medicine and swallowed it immediately.

"Qinqin, you really are going to the hospital!" The little angel was almost to death by her.

Mu Wanqing clenched the medicine bottle in his hand, gradually calmed his breathing, and seriously considered it by the way, it was time to receive treatment.