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.

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

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

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

irresistibly, and a pale face appeared in front of

standing

at her

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

you?” he

Forsythia sat still.

that her eyes were unfocused as

blamed!

happened to

rose in his heart. He shouted at

was so angry and assistant Shen was absent-minded, Greg realized the

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

kept her original posture

Damn it!

whose

the first time that he

couldn’t touch or scold

made him feel guilty. If it

dumb with me or you really can’t

He reached out and pulled her into

skipped a beat. Something was quietly

her thin 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

tell me and I’ll get justice

his arms

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

no matter how much he said,

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

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

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