My Wife Is A Gift From Heaven

In the heavy rain, a thin figure was kneeling on the muddy ground.

The word awkwardness was not enough to describe the figure. A very lovely girl in a pink lace dress and an umbrella stood one centimeter away from him.

Although the rain curtain had covered everyone's face, the loud sound of snapping was still heard.

The one who was beaten was the person kneeling in the rain, and the one who was slapping was the very lovely girl.

One slap after another hit on her face. Her pale delicate face was twisted and dreadful. The five swollen fingerprints were crisscrossed on her face.

The person who was beaten didn't make a sound. Even if her voice was weaker than that of a cat, it was covered by heavy rain and loud slapping noise.

Her hair fell down and clung to her cheek. No one could see what she looked like.

"My dear sister, why do you come back today?"

"Oh, I almost forget that you are not back to visit your family, but to ask for help."

"My dear sister, do you think the Mu family will be your backup?"

" You are nothing but a deserted woman, or maybe even less, how do you think you deserve our help? How? " Like a young girl who had just risen from hell, gritting her teeth, her soft voice was full of endless gloom.

In particular, the girl rubbed her palm and asked with a teasing tone, "My dear sister, can you bear the pain of slapping for five times? Don't you think it is actually very wonderful? "

A face of an angel, and a soul of a demon.

This young girl was her little sister. They had the same father and mother. It was unknown to Lena when the two of them had become complete strangers and even worse?

She also didn't know why her parents didn't let her in and why they wanted to have nothing to do with her?

Everything was like a thunderbolt in a sunny day, which cut her into pieces.

In the heavy rain, Lena turned her face back with a smile, the blood in the corners of her mouth lifted and she looked right into her sister—Ann's eyes.

The next second...

Slap!

was filled with deep hatred, "who gave you the courage to

since I was a child. Why did he only care about you but not me? Is it because of your appearance?

I'll ruin it, ruin

to kill someone who murdered her own father. She slapped on both sides again and again. At last, Lena fell

of blood spurted from the corner of her mouth and then spurted

spilled on the ground and was quickly washed away by

don't know what I did wrong to you, but I think I must have paid

at Ann with her burning and sharp eyes. "Can

a part of your family, you don't need to care about my

as a charity,

so painful that she could hardly breathe. Her heart stopped for a while, but she asked her question in a casual and

seem to care about what was going on in the family, as the family had never had anything to

"Bitch!"

indifferent look from

must be very proud, right?

Released?

would be set free after she leaves the

my dead body!

wanted to get those things,

want to disdain me with your self-esteem and pride?

was impossible, impossible, unless kneeling and

of

those things, but you need to crawl from here to the door, and learn the dog barking three times to admit that you are a bitch, a bitch ridden by thousands of men, a black-hearted

with

to be noble was now

would never get rid of a little bit of

raised her eyebrows and

you

words were resounding in

she do?

do that, she would not have come to ask for the

that, where else could