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.

fast. ‘what’s wrong with assistant Shen?’ he wondered? Didn’t his

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

said. Hearing that, Richie’s eyes jumped. Suddenly,

him irresistibly,

who was standing behind

at

this moment, and even the pink on her lips had faded away.

wrong with you?” he

Forsythia sat still.

until then did he find that her eyes were unfocused as

blamed!

to

anger rose in his heart. He shouted at the

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

of them left in the room. He pursed his

her original

Damn it!

whose face was pale

first time that he found himself so helpless with a

couldn’t touch

her appearance made him feel guilty. If it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t have become like

can’t see me?” After a long while, he

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 was

a beat. Something was

waist and adjusted her position. He let her lie in his arms in a stable posture, and then slowly touched the back of her head with the other

me and I’ll get justice for

his arms

better be sober. Last time you were drunk and cried. Can

how much he said, Forsythia didn’t

man over. As soon as he entered the room, the man asked in a trembling voice,

this, a strong aura burst out from his body. He looked sideways at that person as

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