My innocent girlfriend asks for forgiveness? My wife is a sickly tycoon

The weather was very hot, but the weather was very hot.

Deep in the wet and dark alley, Yan Liang was wearing a black and red gothic lolita dress, and the straps wrapped around her long legs were stained with blood.

At this moment, her eyes were staring at Qin Jiang, who was standing in the open, with a cold and evil look.

The blood was dripping from the Grim Reaper's sickle in her hand, and the air seemed to be stagnant at this moment.

Song Jie, who was sitting in a wheelchair next to him, holding a spike in his hand and shaking like a sieve, felt that he was about to wet his pants.

The direction they were in was exactly the end of another alley where Jiang Youwei was, and Song Jie didn't recognize the figure of the little girl for a while.

Just now when the eldest lady asked him to deal with someone, he was completely focused on "fighting back" against Wu Yu, so how could he spare time to look at other places.

But Yan Liang was different. Although she stood in the same place, she had already set her sights on a seemingly "lonely" little girl with twin ponytails not far away.

The little girl was not yet an adult, with snow-white hair, innocent and sensitive light-colored eyes, she looked like a frightened little rabbit.

Yan Liang was stunned for a second, and then he raised his hand and slashed his knife. His high-heeled boots stepped over Wu Xu's back, making a "click" sound, and he was about to walk towards the girl.

But at this time, there was a movement from the back door.

Yan Liang suddenly became curious about what expression Ah Jiang would have if he saw this girl, so he pulled Song Jie, who was in a wheelchair, to the alley on the other side with the chair...

"..." Song Jie:? ?

He appreciated the "kindness" of the young lady, but now he was afraid that he would die~~

Just when Qin Jiang asked people to look for someone, the coldness in Yan Liang's eyes gathered, and Song Jie felt that the temperature in the alley dropped several degrees instantly.

Good guy, really good guy!!

Although he sympathized with Brother Jiang at the moment, he was still in a wheelchair, and who dared to go against the young lady.

So Song Jie tilted his head and "fainted" directly...

"..." Yan Liang: useless thing.

"Ah Jiang, who are you looking for in such a hurry?"

Yan Liang walked out of the darkness, and his figure with blood red and dark interlaced was set off mysteriously and strangely, like the devil's low hum from hell.

"Yan... Yanyan, why are you here?"

"Shouldn't you sleep well at home? Staying up late hurts your body, you..."

Qin Jiang came back to his senses, and he didn't expect Yan Liang to appear here, and the sickly young lady looked like a blood plasma.

He couldn't help but frown.

The moment Yan Liang stood beside him, he suddenly reached out and lifted the corner of his shirt, wiping the mottled marks on Yan Liang's face.

His movements were gentle, and there was no complaint in his eyes, only concern.

Yan Liang was just held there, and when she looked up, she could only see Qin Jiang's gentle and concerned eyes.

So, is she the most important person in A Jiang's life?

Yan Liang knew that little girl, she was one of the relatives of the adoptive parents that Qin Jiang asked her to find, and she was a relative that Qin Jiang once regarded as his life!

She had just received the news not long ago, and had not yet considered whether to tell Qin Jiang.

Who knew that the little ghost sister came first...

Yan Liang hated the little ghost.

She hated that A Jiang would only stop for her and his eyes would be occupied by others.

She didn't like... She didn't like to share A Jiang with anyone.

Including his adoptive parents who he regarded as his relatives.

Yan Liang admitted that she was very bad!

But, why should she be a good person?

If being a good person can make A Jiang love her more, then it's worth a try...

Qin Jiang's movements are gentle and meticulous. Now he has full patience and love for Yan Liang.

"Bo'er."

Yan Liang looked up at Qin Jiang, and suddenly couldn't help but move closer and kissed Qin Jiang on the chin.

"A Jiang... you haven't answered me yet."

"Who are you looking for?"

Yan Liang moved closer, and the blood-stained Grim Reaper's sickle approached Qin Jiang with the movements of the eldest lady, and the sharp blade easily cut Qin Jiang's clothes.

Inch by inch... the closer it is, the skin.

Hmm, A Jiang is not very obedient.

Or do you want to make him into a puppet?

The puppet is immortal, and it completely obeys her, and she can manipulate it at will... How wonderful~

"Yan Yan, I just seemed to see Jiang Youwei, that's my sister at my adoptive parents' house. You know my adoptive parents are used to poverty, but they always leave everything good in the family to me."

"My little sister has always felt that her parents are favoring boys over girls since she was a child. She is very resistant to me, always likes to play pranks on me, and often says: I hate this useless brother the most..."

"But a child like her, when I was about to be sent back to the Qin family, she didn't hesitate to smash her own

Her most beloved piggy bank will use all her savings to 'buy me back'..."

"Yanyan, I treat them as my relatives, and the same goes for my younger sister."

"But Yanyan is different. Yanyan is my lover, the baby I want to love and stay with for the rest of my life. This feeling is different."

"So baby, don't be jealous, okay? "

Qin Jiang could smell the vinegar and blood on the sickly lady from a distance.

He could doubt that if he couldn't handle the relationship between his sickly wife and his younger sister well, Jiang Youwei would be the next one to be made into a doll and placed beside their master bedroom bed.

Qin Jiang said as he wiped the blood on Yan Liang's face with his fingers, only to find that some of it was fresh, while some... had dried up.

This showed that before coming here.

His wife was not idle either.

Qin Jiang in the past would have been scared crazy, but now Qin Jiang would only have a cruel look in his eyes.

What kind of person... is worthy of my Yan Yan to deal with personally?

"Nonsense."

"I'm not jealous. "

Yan Liang pouted, but the next moment her eyebrows couldn't help but show joy.

Ah Jiang said she was his lover.

Ah Jiang said they were going to love each other and stay together until old age.

Humph, little devil sister doesn't have that.

Ah Jiang's favorite person is her Yan Liang~~

Yan Liang was almost hooked by Qin Jiang, but the yandere lady enjoyed it.

She waved her hand: "After dealing with this, send Song Jie back to the hospital."

The Yan family bodyguards were efficient and soon all the blood stains on the scene were cleaned up.

"Ah Jiang, Wu Yu bullied your good friend Song Jie, and I let Song Jie fight back with his own hands."

Yan Liang's eyes followed Qin Jiang, and her tone couldn't help but be tinged with a bit of arrogance.

She is definitely a little girl who asks for praise.

Qin Jiang felt a little bit of sourness in his heart, and was depressed, but because of Yan Liang... it was soaked in honey.

"Yeah. ”

“Yan Yan is the best.”

“I’ll give you a kiss as a reward, okay?”

Qin Jiang leaned over and was about to skillfully find the woman’s pink lips.

However, this time, Qin Jiang was pushed back by the young lady, with his back against the wall. In an instant, he was forced into a corner, and his jaw was firmly pinched by the young lady’s slender fingertips:

“Ah Jiang, it seems that you still don’t understand…”

A superficial taste will never satisfy the sickly young lady who loves you so much.

What Yan Liang wants is a fierce struggle to the death.

The moonlight behind him is bright , the extreme white sprinkled like a death song...

At this moment, Yan Liang put one hand into the young man's shirt that no one visited, and trembled as if stroking the back of the dark hell covered with rotten flowers.

She wanted to experience the unknown side of A Jiang.

She wanted to bloom, decay, and rot in the mud, all violently releasing love.

At this moment, she was a rose nailed to the cross.

Blooming to the end.

Singing an elegy for being loved.

"Be good, I'll teach you."

"..."

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