My Remarried Wife

My Remarried Wife By Shi Wu Chapter 77

Chapter 77 Richie is kind of worried about Forsythia.

After a long time, the door was opened.

Two figures appeared in the dark space.

“Mrs. Shen?” Looking at the darkroom, he took out his phone and turned on the flashlight.

In an instant, the room was lit up.

Then he saw clearly what was happening in the room. A petite figure shrank in the corner, with her hands around her knees and her head buried. She shrank into a small ball.

She looked like a curled-up cat.

The long hairband was unknowingly loosened, causing her black hair to fall randomly on her shoulders, covering her face and ears.

Somehow, he felt despair and coldness from her.

It was shown from beginning to end.

What’s going on? Richie frowned and said unhappily.

“What’s wrong with her?”

Hearing this, Greg stepped forward and asked, “Mrs. Shen?”

The shrinking man didn’t respond, nor did he make any movement. He even sat there motionlessly.

“Mrs. Shen? Mrs. Shen?” Seeing that she didn’t move at all, Greg’s eyes widened and he called her name again.

However, the person curling up there did not respond, as if he was dead.

Hanson turned around and took a look at Richie. His eyes were gloomy and he looked cold.

“Mr. Ye…”

“Raise your head,” he said in a cold voice.

No response.

wrong with assistant Shen?’ he wondered? Didn’t his words work? Did those

limited. I’ll give you three seconds. Raise your

the person curling up there seemed not to hear what he said. Hearing that, Richie’s eyes jumped. Suddenly, something occurred to him. He grabbed the wrist of

was pulled forward by him irresistibly, and a pale face appeared in front of

standing behind

at her

this moment, and even the pink on her

you?” he

Forsythia sat still.

her eyes were unfocused as if she could not see

blamed!

happened to

rose in his heart. He shouted

absent-minded, Greg

only two of them left in the room. He pursed his lips and said

kept her original posture and didn’t

Damn it!

dangerously, he stared at the woman whose face was pale

was the first time that he found himself so

couldn’t touch or scold

him feel guilty. If it weren’t for him, she

with me or you really can’t see me?” After a long while, he

feeling rose in his heart. He reached out and pulled her into his arms. Forsythia was very obedient, like a puppet doll, allowing him to pull her into his arms. Her body

a beat. Something was

thin waist and adjusted her position. He let her lie in his arms in a stable posture, and then slowly touched

me and I’ll get

in his arms

sober. Last time you were drunk and cried. Can

matter how much he

the

burst out from his body. He looked sideways at that person as if he was

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