Chapter 1812: Love Letter 17 (1/2)

If it was not for the righteous father Hetun, Xing Shiliang would have added a sentence: I support you with all my strength!

Hetun was just a fierce look, and Xing Shiren gasped. No more courage, no courage.

Xue Luo shed tears, staring intently at the man with the naked upper body in front of her; just let the tears converge on her cheeks, and then drip sadly.

Feng Xinglang's heart hurts.

He wanted to come forward and hug the crying woman, but the resistance in the woman's eyes stopped him.

”Xue Luo, I was wrong ... I shouldn't be greedy, I shouldn't let those women be ambiguous with myself. I'm a real bastard!”

The man pressed his chest closer. ”If I can make you feel better with a knife, I'm really happy to accept it.”

Xue Luo gritted her teeth and held the kitchen knife tighter.

”This godfather's fault! Snow falls, if you want to cut, cut me!”

Seeing that Xueluo had signs to cut, Hetun immediately stopped in front of his son Feng Xinglang. This time, Hetun did not seize the sword, but his father's love flooded and chose to block the knife for his son.

”Hetun! There is nothing for you here! Flash me aside!”

Feng Xinglang shoved Hetun shoulder to shoulder, ”I didn't have your biological father before, and now I won't have one!”

Feng Xinglang's indifference and recklessness made Hetun's behavior of protecting the calves difficult.

”Feng Xinglang! I hate you! But I hate myself even more!”

Xue Luo cried, ”I don't know how many times I was humiliated by you, but I still love you shamelessly! I'm the shameless woman in the world! Even if you trample on my self-esteem, I still love you……”

”Snow falls ...”

The man felt a pain in his heart and stepped forward to hug the crying woman.

”do not come!”

Xue Luo shouted, and slammed the kitchen knife on his neck again. ”Just the things that Feng Xinglang once did to me, I'm not married to you a hundred times. But I really don't want to Novo Bugs grew up without his father's company ... even more reluctant that their two brothers lost my mother! They are so small ... ”

Xue Luo was choked with speechless words.

”Snow falls, I'm sorry! I was wrong ... you cut me!”

Feng Xinglang flew forward, holding his wife's wrist against her own neck, holding the knife against her own neck.

Then he vigorously moved his wife's hand, and let the blade cut a blood hole of four or five centimeters long along the texture of his muscles ...

”no no no!”

Watching the man's blood spill from the skin little by little, Xue Luo felt so distressed that he couldn't breathe.

Xue Luo herself knew that she couldn't cut the man, and she knew that Hetun and Xing Shiliang were there. She couldn't do this!

Marriage needs business. Her purpose is just to make the man who occasionally strays in front of them cherish their little home, her wife, and their two children!

Undoubtedly, Xue Luo chose to violently confront her husband in front of Hetun this time, which is a coexistence of violence and sensation.

Not only can she express her anger towards the stray man; she can also express her love for this man, and she wants him to love the small family they have now and the hard-won.

I didn't expect men to be punished. And this way to force her down!

”Allen ... Allen! Stop! Stop!”

He Tun rushed forward and wanted to use his only arm to stop ... Xing Shiren's movement was faster than him!

After all, five or six centimeters of blood is enough for Lin Xuelu to relieve his hate!