Revenge of a Cheating Wife Chapter 2: Not Sacrificing My Child's Life to Save Her

Mujosin was pinched by Rongzai Owl in pain, but his eyes were fixed on him

"Even if I die, I will not conceive your child, and I will not sacrifice my child's life to save her."

Rong Zaixiao was angered by her and her fingers tightened. "Mu's illegitimate daughter is cheap in her bones. If it weren't for you, Xinyao wouldn't commit suicide. You made her a vegetable!"

Josin was pale, her body and mind were ravaged by him to pieces, and she couldn't defend herself. She tried to break free from his shackles. "Rong Zaixiao, when will you really know me?"

After that, Josin slammed into the bathtub and stained it with blood.

Rong Zaixiao saw her bump into it and didn't stop it. "Even if you plan to really die, I won't stop you, but you have to save Xin Yao before you die."

He kicked her hard and found no response. Only in some panic did Bridgette wrap his clothes and pick them up horizontally, and let the driver drive people to the hospital.

For the first time, Rong Zaixiao held Josin so gently and looked at her pale

She followed his arms and sniffed the exclusive male fragrance from him.

Surrounding him from behind, smelling his clean hair and the exclusive fragrance from his body.

Her heart was bitter, and she wanted to go back to the past, to the gentleness that only belonged to him. Josin continued to close his eyes, fearing that tears would flow out if he missed more.

In the hospital, the doctor took a look at Qiao Xin's wound, and there were looming bruises. He took a meaningful look at Rong Zaixiao. "What can't be solved well for the young couple? Do you have to do this?"

Rong Zaixiao was obviously impatient, "Just make sure she can have children," and walked out of the hospital, leaving only an embarrassed doctor.

After two years of marriage, Rong Zaixiao never gave her a serious look. She liked Rong Zaixiao willingly and volunteered to do everything for him, but why didn't he just want to step into her step? Josin thought and couldn't help crying and wet the pillow.

Open your eyes and lie on the familiar but unfamiliar Simmons bed. I think it is now in Jinnan Haoyuan Villa. Looking around the huge room, it really seems that the house is cold.

The forehead is wrapped in gauze, the scar has not healed, and the bruise has not subsided. The doctor had ordered to be discharged from the hospital at the latest next week, but he was sent home by Rong Zaixiao in the middle.

The door was pushed open, and Rong Zaixiao looked at her condescending. "Do you think you can write off your debts if you want to die?"

Josin's inner stunned.

"Get out of bed before you are lame or disabled!" Rong Zaixiao grabbed Josin.

"Go to the kitchen and cook for me!"

Qiao Xin gasped, and the surprise of external force made her look weaker. The wound on her forehead began to ooze blood, and she looked up at his eyes. In fact, the most beautiful thing about Rong Zaixiao was his eyes, which were like a quiet ancient pool, bottomless. Unfortunately, there was more anger and resentment against her.

"Rong Zaixiao, I am really tired!" Josin implored.

Rong Zaixiao slapped Qiao Xin without warning when he came forward, and his slender fingers pinched her chin. "Are you tired at this level? Are you qualified to say tired? Don't forget how you killed Xin Yao. Even if you die, you can't atone for it."

Josin's face was burning with pain. She always knew that the more she disobeyed him, the more pain she got physically.

"I didn't hurt her, and I have no motive to hurt her." She defended, as if clutching the last straw.

Rong Zaixiao frowned when he heard this. "Bridgette, you have to say these words less often? Isn't there any new tricks?"

Joe laughed hard. She did say this many times, but did you hear it once?

Stubborn a crooked head, Qiao Xin cold track, "Is it useful to change the pattern?"

"What?" Rong Zaixiao didn't expect Josin to pay back.

"Now that you have condemned me, I am afraid you are dead set on not believing in ten thousand reasons, so why use this brain? Do you want to cast pearls before swine?" The sarcasm in her tone is naked, which is the catharsis of her emotions all the time.

Her words completely angered him. Rong Zaiowl picked up Josin and threw it on the bed. Her hands tore her white shirt, took off Josin's trousers strongly, and looked at Josin's expression of struggling and panic. Rong Zaiowl got more pleasure.

Josin is like a lamb to be slaughtered, pulling out her last shame. Josin's nudity is exposed, and her snow-white skin is unobstructed. Josin has an excellent figure, a thin waist, but not a dry wood. His plump chest and buttocks challenge men's desires.