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!

her again, and the sound was filled with deep hatred, "who gave you the courage

about you but not me? Is it because of your appearance? This pair of eyes?

ruin

someone who murdered her own father. She slapped on both sides

throat itched. A stream of blood spurted from the corner of her mouth

blood spilled on the ground and was quickly washed away by the rain water. The blood stained her clothes, making it

what I did wrong to you, but I think I must have paid

of a sudden. She looked at Ann with her burning and sharp eyes. "Can

of your family, you don't need to care about my possessions and the

it to me as a charity, what do

bright eyes blinked without blinking, which were filled with heartache. It was so painful that she could hardly breathe. Her

what was going on in the family, as the family had never

"Bitch!"

from Lena hurt Ann.

be very proud, right?

Released?

be set free

Over my dead body!

to get

want to disdain me with

was impossible, impossible, unless kneeling

the state of madness. With red eyes,

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 lotus flower with honey lips and an evil mind, then I will give you what you want, and I will even raise ten million. What do

on Lena with a

be noble was now like a prisoner at her feet.

comfort was just like drug addiction, one would never get rid

and looked at Lena

you

words were resounding in Lena's ears.

should she

have come to ask for the

didn't do that, where else could she and