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.

he wondered? Didn’t his words work? Did those people hurt

give you three seconds. Raise

eyes jumped. Suddenly, something occurred

forward by him irresistibly, and a pale face

was standing behind her,

stared at her

pink on her lips had

you?” he asked

Forsythia sat still.

eyes were unfocused as if she could not

blamed!

happened to this

He shouted at

assistant Shen was absent-minded, Greg realized the seriousness

He pursed his lips and

her original posture

Damn it!

stared at the woman whose face

he found himself so helpless

couldn’t touch or scold

it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t have become like

me or you really can’t

turned out that Forsythia didn’t have any reaction. For the first time, a helpless 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 was

heart skipped a beat. Something

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

me

woman in his

be sober. Last time you were drunk and cried. Can you solve the problem by making a

much he said, Forsythia

as he entered the

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

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