My Youth Began With Him

"What you will see... I will let you see."

Huo Siqian smiled again...

Then his hand stopped at the shoulder of Song Yi Shi's shoulder.

It was tightly packed with yellow tape, and the middle part of the two tapes had white skin protrusions.

Huo Siqian took a sharp wallpaper knife on her arm and stroked it lightly...

Immediately a clear blood mark...

Song Yi poetry snorted, although it is not a special pain, but suddenly this, it is really...

That taste... can't be said.

She thought that if it ended, it would be wrong...

Because of the next move by Huo Siqian, Song was completely mad.

Huo Siqian put her whole body up and down, and only the bulging skin that was not covered was drawn.

Song Yishi was scarred in an instant...

There are so many small knifes on the whole body, the pain of the silk pulls...

"Huo Siqian, you are abnormal..." The Song of the Song is a poem.

"Yeah, I am a pervert." Huo Siqian looked at Song with poetry with his extremely pure eyes.

She has to be mad...

However, in this way, the torture is still not over.

Looking at the wounds of Song Yishi's wounds constantly oozing, Huo Siqian did not have any softness.

"I have no blood torment, I will not die, oh..."

"Now I am afraid of it? What do you think when designing me? Actually, this woman is very embarrassing... I also appreciate your poisonous snake heart... because we are all similar."

"Hey... who is the same kind as you, you are a big pervert, do you know?" Song Yishi knew that no matter how he begged, Huo Siqian could not let himself go...

So it’s better to take a quick break...

Huo Siqian walked into the kitchen without hesitation and took out a bag of seaweed salt...

"What do you want to do?" Song Yi’s heart filled with fear.

Huo Siqian talked a lot more, opened the bag directly, grabbed a handful of salt, and went to the Song’s wounds so much.

"what……."

The pig-like scream came out...

The wound that was not so painful was so smeared, it was really painful...

After waiting for Song to finish the poem, Huo Siqian continued to wipe, and poured all the bag of salt on the body of Song Yi.

That feeling is not as good as death.

Song Yishi now knows how terrible it is to offend Huo Siqian.

At the same time, she hated Qin Chu in her heart. If Qin Chu and Huo Mian were designed, they would not kill Huo Siqian.

But why don't they kill Horsham?

Why do you want to install a saint?

After the torture of Song Yishi has been late at night, Huo Siqian drove directly away.

Throwing Song Yi Shi alone in a cold villa...

An hour later, Huo Xiqian’s subordinates sent her to the hospital, but she did not dare to speak.

Because if you expose this thing, the end may be even worse.

This time... she learned it...

Early morning

Qin Chu and Huo Mian were accompanied by Qin Yumin in the hospital for conservative treatment.

Qin Chu’s cell phone rang...

He looked down and showed up, hesitating.

"What's wrong?" Huo Mian first saw the phone that Qin Chu didn't want to pick up.

"Nothing... I will go out and pick up the phone."

For the first time, Qin Chu did not answer the phone in front of Huo Mian.

The hungry sleep must think that her husband has a small three feeling outside...

"Bad boy, pick up a phone call mysterious." Qin Yumin shouted.

"Hah, it's okay, Dad... It may be a job, not convenient." Huo Mian can understand Qin Chu in particular.

Out of the ward, Qin Chu picked up the phone, and the voice was cold and scary. "What do you want?"

"Qin Chu, let's meet."

“Why do you want to see you?” Qin Chu particularly hated Huo Siqian.

I don’t want to meet him at all...

"Don't you always want to know the life of Huo Mian? You come, I tell you everything I know."

Qin Chu listened to silence...