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

you three seconds. Raise your head yourself.”

Richie’s eyes jumped. Suddenly, something occurred to him. He grabbed the wrist of Forsythia and pulled her

irresistibly,

who was standing behind her,

stared at her

fair face was bloodless at this moment, and even the pink on her lips had faded away. Her clean eyes were

me, what’s wrong with you?” he asked in

Forsythia sat still.

find that her eyes were unfocused as if she

blamed!

to

in his heart. He shouted at the man behind

Richie was so angry and assistant Shen was absent-minded, Greg realized the seriousness of the matter and turned to call

only two of them left in the room. He pursed his lips and said coldly, “What’s wrong

original posture and

Damn it!

whose face was pale and her

time that he found himself so helpless

couldn’t touch

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

can’t see me?” After a long

out and pulled her into his arms. Forsythia was very obedient, like a puppet doll, allowing him to pull her into his arms.

a beat. Something

but quietly encircle her thin waist and adjusted her position. He let her lie in his arms in a stable posture, and

they bully you, tell me

his

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

matter how much he said,

over. As soon as he entered the room, the man asked

He looked sideways at that person as if he was staring at a

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