It's really fragrant after the flash marriage with the black-bellied third uncle

Jiang Li obviously didn't expect Yuan Shen to say such a thing, and was taken aback for a moment.

Yuan Shen slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and gently touched her head. His movements were the same as in the past, except that his eyes were cold, and he felt like a different person.

"Jiang Li, did I tell you that you look good?"

Yuan Shen said while taking off the black shirt on his body.

Jiang Li's small body shivered, and she didn't feel the slightest joy of being praised for her beauty.

She stared at Yuan Shen's movements, subconsciously shrank back, and her spirit was tense to the extreme: "What do you want to do?"

Yuan Shen didn't explain, just took off his trousers.

Jiang Li's voice trembled even more: "You...you can't force me..."

"Forcing?" Yuan Shen's voice was extremely cold, "Jiang Li, you don't seem to have figured out your identity yet. You are my wife now. This is your obligation."

As he said, Yuan Shen pinched Jiang Li's chin, and rubbed her thumb gently on the side of her face: "Why am I so fascinated by your face that I look like a fool?"

Jiang Li knew that he must have misunderstood something, so she quickly said, "Listen to my explanation..."

Before she finished speaking, Jiang Li's lips were tightly blocked.

Yuan Shen kissed her condescendingly, pinching her chin with his big palm, and Jiang Li fell down on the bed, forced to accept with her head up.

He seemed to be kissing her, but also seemed to be gnawing on her, biting her.

It's like venting hatred, so strong that people can't parry it.

Every sound was choked out before it could be uttered, and the air in her lungs seemed to be sucked away by him.

Jiang Li felt the suffocation on the verge of death, and instinctively bit him hard.

Yuan Shen let go of the pain, with blood in the corner of his mouth, and his eyes seemed to be even crazier.

Jiang Li's eyes were red, and she looked at Yuan Shen as if she were a stranger: "So, you also did my father's business?"

"Then it's on my head, including Hu Tianyi's life." Yuan Shen raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically, his heart ached as if something had been ripped off, "So, Jiang Li, you want to represent justice and secretly photograph my criminal evidence Go to the police, or have you colluded with my third uncle?"

As he spoke, Yuan Shen's tall figure was pressed down, and the hem of the white girlish skirt was pushed up.

Jiang Li struggled violently, but Yuan Shen suppressed her tightly.

Yuan Shen just looked at her like this, looking at the familiar her, a series of ridiculous scenes flashed in his mind.

The picture of him riding an electric bicycle, the picture of him going to the coffee shop to wait for her for hours, the picture of him drilling through the window...

Scene after scene, like a sharp knife, the knife cut through his heart.

His father's dying words sounded in his ears.

"A Shen, from now on, don't trust anyone except your mother."

Suddenly, Yuan Shen laughed.

"Jiangli, it's not important anymore."

"It doesn't matter whether you represent justice or my third uncle arranged to come here."

His voice was very soft, without a trace of pity and emotion, it was more like a kind of self-hypnosis.

"Anyway, I told those old guys that you are my woman, so you can be my woman with peace of mind..."

Jiang Li looked at the unfamiliar Yuan Shen, tears welling in her eyes.

Thinking of my father, thinking of the photos with bright red crosses drawn on the revenge schedule, the dead Hu Tianyi, the man who was hit on the head by a golf ball in the video...

Frame by frame, they are subverting her perception of the man in front of her.

"Yuan Shen, revenge is really so important to you?"

"Important." Yuan Shen's eyes were flushed, and he was grinding his teeth, "For so many years, I've lived just for this day."

The sound fell, and there was a "hiss" in the room.

That was the sound of clothes being ripped.