MTL - Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress-Chapter 1643 Whoever killed you will go to hell

At this time, Ning Shuqian in the hospital had obtained the investigation result of Wen Haowen's mistress from a private detective agency.

She looked at the photos scattered on the bed in disbelief.

These photos were taken very clearly, with a photo of Wen Haowen and the woman, a photo of the woman alone, and even a close photo of Wen Haowen and her.

What makes her incredible is the woman in the photo!

-Yang Ziyu!

The woman who was once delivered to Wen Haowen's bed by herself, and Yang Ziyu, who once performed a derailment with Wen Haowen, made Wen Haowen's reputation almost unrecognizable.

The [derailment gate] was carefully directed by her, and was carefully arranged by Mr. Z. She finally succeeded in keeping her marriage, leaving Wen Haowen unable to divorce her, and letting her embrace Wen Haowen.

However, she never expected that Yang Ziyu once again mingled with Wen Haowen.

Yang Ziyu was actually the third person involved in her marriage, that is, the most culprit that made Wen Haowen completely reject her, and made her a woman with nothing.

"This shameless adulterer ****!" Ning Shuqian yelled as she gritted her teeth.

suddenly--

Her gaze fell fiercely on Yang Ziyu's swollen belly.

In the dark eyes, the madness was like a predatory tornado, brewing little by little in her eyes, frantic ...

"Slut, bitch, **** ..." Ning Shuqian could no longer keep calm and scream and scold.

She even did not expect that Yang Ziyu would be pregnant!

Pregnant with Wen Haowen's child!

And pregnant before her.

Moreover, the belly is already so big.

She didn't know until now.

Therefore, Wen Haowen would be so cruel and ruthless towards her, regardless of his affection, and even killer at her, wishing to get rid of her early, just want to marry Yang Ziyu?

Child, Wen Haowen attaches the most importance to the child, and now it finally does.

But what about her?

How innocent is her child?

In order to complete the children of Wen Haowen and his mistress, they were ultimately sacrificed?

Thinking of the children she lost, Ning Shuqian was all in a state of madness. The white ward was shaking and twisting. The whiteness in front of her was as if there were countless bones, struggling to come out, as if she could still hear it in her ears. the sound of.

"Destiny ghosts, you are all evil spirits who demanded from me, want me to die, give way to that **** woman, give way to that **** woman's child, I just want you to go away ... ... "

Ning Shuqian's sneer sneered, a strange cold smile, there was a kind of stunned hair, straight hair.

"Child, I won't let you die in vain, anyone who kills you will go to hell, ha ha ha ha ..." Ning Shuqian's eyes stared coldly at the picture, Yang Ziyu's belly was black and black. In his eyes, a vicious light flashed.

Damn it!

Damn it all!

Should go to hell.

"Yang Ziyu, you mean girl, thinking that you are pregnant, you will be able to marry into the Wen family and become a well-known Mrs. Wen, and logically take away everything that belongs to me, hahahaha ... I won't do as you wish, you It will do the pain for you. "

Ning Shuqian didn't know where to find a small knife, five thin bones, like fingers with bones, slowly bent, clenched the knife in his hand, and then slammed into Yang Ziyu's belly.

a bit! Two times! Three times! Four times-

The sharp knife drew towards the adhesive tape, and the sound of a slightly squeaky "rustle" had a soothing sensation that made the scalp numb.

And Ning Shuqian was proud of madness, madness, frantic laughter, and with such a voice, in the empty, white and miserable sick room, there was a faint echo.

"Wen Haowen, you, a petty dog ​​who is not as good as a beast, kills his own child by himself. I will let you go to **** and kneel and confess to my child. I want you to die."

The knife in Ning Shuqian's hand suddenly cut away fiercely towards Wen Haowen's face.

"kill--"

"Kill kill kill kill—"

"Fuck it hard--"

Ning Shuqian was crazy, chopping the photo in front of her, like this photo, which is Wen Hao Wenren, and as she cut down one by one, she could see the bright red blood pouring out of Wen Haowen's body.

She seemed to think of that day again, Wen Haowen strangled her neck, trying to put her to death, hurting her killer.

I thought about Wen Haowen again, and kicked her fiercely, letting her have a miscarriage, and her blood flow continued.

There was a faint rise in my heart, the thrill of vengeance.

"Oh-have you got a son and you're so arrogant? Do you feel like you have a son? You don't put me in your eyes, you treat me as a day, don't treat me as a person, you kill me Son ... you said ... how can I repay you? "

Ning Shuqian's whispered voice, like the voice of a ghost, and the whisper of a lover, but the pale and embarrassed face, full of frantic expression.

She gently picked up a picture of Wen Ziwen's Yang Ziyu who was carefully holding her belly. The two were intimate gestures. Wen Haowen gently stroked Yang Ziyu's belly with one hand, and Yang Ziyu showed a sweet and happy smile.

She licked her dry lips lightly: "It is such a loving and happy family, I really want to break you up."

There was regret in her tone, and her face was vicious.

Then, her voice was cold: "Haha, I suddenly thought, how to repay you, you killed my child, it would be better ... I also killed your child, it looks like a life-to-life. Fair."

It's fair. Since ancient times, people killed her and killed her son. She never missed anyone.

Ning Shuqian firmly held the knife in her hand.

Even his own fingers, when he touched the blade next to the knife handle, did not notice. The blood was red, a drop between the finger and the blade, and a drop of it flowed down on the photo in front of him, stained in red by Wen Haowen and Yang Ziyu.

Looks startling.

"But ... don't think that this is the end of your life, you two owe me, and I will ask you one by one."

Ning Shuqian stared at the photo in her eyes, even when the blade broke her hand, the blood continued to flow, and she did not feel pain, because the pain in her heart was far greater than this minor injury.

Ever since she knew that the child had a miscarriage, she was deeply in the abyss of hell.

The child she managed to conceive--

She hasn't had time to become a mother--

She didn't even know the child existed--

This child, she has been lost, has long ceased to exist--

The person who harmed him is now a family of three, loving and harmonious, which she cannot tolerate--

Must not be tolerated-