The Contracted Wife: Boss, No Binding Contract

Ling Yunshu has been thinking about how she wants revenge since returning to the apartment.

With these two slaps today, she fell in embarrassment, and everyone's ridicule was lingering in her mind, lingering around her like a curse.

She can already imagine how people in the circle will think of her, how to say her, and how to laugh at her when she goes out in the future.

She already had nothing, and now even her reputation has been ruined by Ling Chuxia, and her Ling Chuxia is now aloof, everyone is gathered, why?

She even slept with other men, and the child in her belly didn't know if it was a wild species!

In short, this matter is absolutely impossible to leave it alone. She Ling Chuxia ruined her, and she also wanted her to be stinky for thousands of years.

So after returning to the apartment, she was not anxious to deal with the wound, and even she was cruel, and slapped herself twice, causing the injury on her face to look more serious and to make Xiao Chen feel softer.

If possible, she didn't want to use such a bitter trick, but Xiaochen is no longer a factor she can fully grasp, and her plan cannot be without him.

Ling Yunshu looked at Xiaoshen, her eyes moistened little by little, and tears filled little by little. Her hand gently pulled Xiaoshen's hand, and her voice choked up, "Xiaoshen, you always want I let it go, but she was Ling Chuxia, she was not forgiving, I was just saying hello to her today, she ignored me in public, and even let Ji Xinxin hit me, so many people are watching her, she Don’t even think about sisterhood..."

As Ling Yunshu spoke, his eyes blinked and tears fell, dropping drop by drop on the back of Xiaoshen's hand.

Ling Yunshu is really ugly at the moment, but it highlights her pitiful grievance even more. The scars on her face are with tears. Any man will feel palpitations when looking at it, let alone a man who loves her deeply?

Xiaoxiao looked at her calmly, with many emotions rolling in her eyes, shock, surprise, distress, pity, sorrow, Ling Yunshu’s tears, obviously hot tears fell, but it fell on the back of his hand. But the ice is frightening.

Ling Yunshu looked at Xiaoshen with tears in her eyes, her voice was crying, and she did not cry, just the kind of depressed as if crying and not crying, "I know, it is ridiculous that I am talking about sisterhood with Ling Chuxia now. But Xiaoshen, you keep telling me to recite sisterhood every time, but how did she ever recite it in Ling Chuxia? She has taken everything from me now, she is so happy, she never let it go I!"

The light in Xiaoshen’s black eyes, following Ling Yunshu’s words, fell silent bit by bit, until it was dimmed, his hand clenched tightly, that Qingjun’s face was equally dim, so dim that people could not see him. Any emotion.

Ling Yunshu has been observing him secretly. Every word she says now is to arouse Xiaochen's pity for her, and his anger towards Ling Chuxia, but now he has pity for her. , But did not see his anger at Ling Chuxia, she really couldn't understand this man.

But even if she can't read and understand, she doesn't need to understand, all she needs is his help, unconditionally continue to do things for her.

She leaned forward slightly, wrapped her hands around Xiaoshen's neck, and leaned directly against Xiaoshen's arms, her tears streaming even more fiercely.