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.

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

limited. I’ll give you three seconds. Raise

seemed not to hear what he said. Hearing that, Richie’s eyes jumped. Suddenly, something occurred to him. He

petite girl was pulled forward by him irresistibly, and a

who was standing behind her,

at

this moment, and even the pink on her lips

you?” he asked in a low

Forsythia sat still.

he find that her eyes were unfocused as if she

blamed!

happened to this

in his heart. He shouted at

Shen was absent-minded, Greg realized the seriousness of the matter and turned to

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

her original

Damn it!

at the woman whose face was pale and her eyes

that he found

touch or scold

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

dumb with me or you really can’t see

feeling rose in his heart. He reached out and pulled her into his arms. Forsythia was very obedient, like a puppet

a beat. Something

cold hands finally couldn’t help but quietly encircle her thin waist and adjusted her position. He let her lie in his arms in

they bully you, tell me

in his

you’d better be sober. Last time you were drunk and cried. Can you solve the problem

no matter how much

the room, the man asked in a trembling voice, “Mr.

out from his body. He looked

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