Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

Subconsciously looking for Jiang Jingjing to step down, Jiangbei Jia winked at Jiang Jingjing, signaling her not to tell the truth to Mu Wanwan.

But Jiang Jingjing couldn't wait any longer. With such a good opportunity, how could she give up so easily?

Under attack from both front and back, Mu Wanwan will definitely collapse.

Thinking to herself, Jiang Jingjing nodded pretending to be reserved.

"It's not a misunderstanding, I sent the photo."

"I just want to ask Miss Mu for advice. I want to stay with Mr. Jiang."

"I'm willing to be an anonymous lover."

"I posted the photo, but I definitely didn't mean to post it at this time."

"I was just too impulsive."

"impulse?"

Mu Wanwan gritted her teeth, her eyes turned scarlet, and her emotions gradually became more and more excited.

"Isn't it disgusting for you to send me this kind of photo just because you were impulsive?"

"Jiang Jingjing."

Mu Wanwan roared, her voice a bit sharp, and her reason collapsed at this moment.

"If you dare to hook up with my boyfriend, you have to pay the price."

Before Jiang Jingjing could react, Mu Wanwan rushed over, a trace of silvery white light flashed in her eyes, and the next second she felt burning pain on her face.

The alarm bells rang in her heart, and the waves of pain on her face made Jiang Jingjing's eyes widen and she subconsciously covered her face.

"Bitch, I'm going to scratch your face to make you hook up with Brother Beijia again."

Jiang Beijia reacted and quickly grabbed Mu Wanwan's hand and pushed her down, pressing her legs against Mu Wanwan to prevent her from moving.

Mu Wanwan was on the verge of madness. Her messy hair covered her scarlet eyes, and she was waving the eyebrow knife crazily in her hand.

Jiang Beijia didn't notice for a moment, but also received a cut on his arm, and he frowned in pain.

"Ahhh!"

Carefully raising her hand to touch her face, and looking down at her blood-covered palm, Jiang Jingjing took a few steps back, "My face! My face!"

Jiang Jingjing has always been proud of this face.

At that time, Jiang Beijia fell in love with him, and a large part of the reason was because of his face.

Jiang Jingjing always felt that she was the most beautiful among all Jiang Beijia's lovers, so he never thought that he would lose to those women.

Now that she was ruined by Mu Wanwan, Jiang Jingjing, who had always been calm and self-possessed, also lost her mind at this moment.

"What to do? What to do? My face, my face!"

Mu Wanwan's whole body was limp and weak, looking at the bright red stain on the eyebrow knife in her hand, she squeezed the eyebrow knife tightly and looked crazy.

"Hahahahaha, didn't expect that? You finally showed your true face."

"Without this face, I wonder how you would hook up with Brother Beijia again."

"Mu Wanwan!"

Jiang Jingjing roared, her face covered with blood and her hair, which was already messy and stained with blood, stuck to her face. For a moment, she and Mu Wanwan couldn't tell which one was worse.

"You compensate me! You compensate me! I hurt so much..."

Collapsed on the ground, Jiang Jingjing's original exquisite skirt was stained with dark red, and there was such a big cut on her face, the flesh and blood were blurred, which made Jiang Beijia scared and afraid to get close.

Hearing Jiang Jingjing's scream of collapse, Mu Wanwan tightened the eyebrow knife in her hand, straightened up with all her strength, and was about to make another cut.

After holding down Mu Wanwan vigorously, Jiang Beijia was worried that he could not hold down Mu Wanwan, so he shouted loudly: "What are you doing standing still? Run away!"

Holding on to the floor and taking a few steps back, Jiang Jingjing opened her mouth, tears slowly leaving her eyes.

Mu Wanwan now looked more like a demon crawling out of hell. Jiang Jingjing did not dare to resist, and her only thought was to escape.

Ignoring her painful face, Jiang Jingjing ran staggeringly, holding on to the floor. She even lost one of her high heels and couldn't care less. Her only thought now was to leave.

The vision in her eyes gradually became blurred, and the blood couldn't stop dripping on the floor, forming a wet patch. Jiang Jingjing opened the door of the hotel and was about to leave.

But the door can't be opened. What's going on?