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!

deep hatred, "who gave

Why did he only care about you but not me? Is it because of

I'll ruin it, ruin

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

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

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

wrong to you, but

with her burning and sharp eyes. "Can you give me the money and my stuff now?

longer a part of your family, you don't need to care about my possessions and the money I have,

to me as a charity,

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

what was going on in the family, as the family had never had anything to do

"Bitch!"

look from

be very proud,

Released?

be set free

body! Over my dead body! Not even

to get

me with your

unless kneeling and begging for

of

bitch ridden by thousands of men, a black-hearted

on Lena with a gentle Trotter.

to be noble was now like a prisoner at

just like drug addiction, one would never get rid of a little bit

and looked at Lena

do you

ending words were resounding in

she do?

not been forced to do that, she would not have come to ask

where else could she and her newborn baby be?