Back to that night, she flirted with the cold-faced rough man

Chapter 767

Of course, she definitely wouldn't say this to Yang Mingwu. Wouldn't that be slapping herself in the face?

"It's good that you know," Qiao Xiaoling said, pretending to be powerful. "You'd better file a divorce report with me honestly, otherwise don't blame me for complaining to Captain Shen and letting him make things difficult for you!"

"Dream on!" Yang Mingwu was so angry that his eyes were about to burst. "Qiao Xiaoling, don't even think about getting rid of me. You will be bound to me for the rest of your life!"

"......you!"

Qiao Xiaoling was also very angry.

She is not even twenty years old yet. If Yang Mingwu really doesn't divorce her, then wouldn't she have to serve Yang Mingwu until he grows old before she can be free?

There is a lame man and a paralyzed man in this family. How miserable will her life be for the rest of her life!

No, she still has plenty of youth left, she can't just waste it in this devil's den...

Got it!

A hint of viciousness flashed in Qiao Xiaoling's eyes. As long as Yang Mingwu was gone, wouldn't she be free again?

"You! I'm going to make lunch. I won't argue with you anymore!" Qiao Xiaoling pretended to be angry and turned away.

Seeing this, Yang Mingwu smiled triumphantly.

Fight with him?

He couldn't defeat the two monsters Shen Ao and Shen Wenjie, so he couldn't defeat a little girl like Qiao Xiaoling?

The medicine he had taken earlier took effect and Yang Mingwu fell into a deep sleep.

Not long after, he felt someone pushing him awake. When he opened his eyes, he saw Qiao Xiaoling's pretty little face.

She seemed to have cried, and her eyes were red.

Qiao Xiaoling held the hot porridge in her hand and said softly, "Brother Yang, I just spoke without thinking. You are working hard for our future. I shouldn't blame you. You have obviously tried your best."

These words made Yang Mingwu feel much more relieved.

He raised his hand and grabbed Qiao Xiaoling's hand, comforting her: "Sister Ling, I am also wrong. I shouldn't vent all the grievances I have suffered on you."

Looking down at the hand that grabbed her wrist, Qiao Xiaoling's eyes flickered. Suppressing her inner disgust, she raised her head and grinned at Yang Mingwu, "It's okay. It's my honor to help Brother Yang share his worries."

"Sister Ling, you are a good woman. I have wronged you..."

"No, Brother Yang, I'm wrong too." Seeing that Yang Mingwu was about to say something sour, Qiao Xiaoling quickly changed the subject and said, "Brother Yang, you must be hungry after working all morning. Have some porridge quickly. Don't be disgusted. We don't have anything else to eat at home. I'll go out and buy you a chicken and make you some chicken soup. It will help your injury heal faster."

Yang Mingwu was deeply moved, "...Sister Ling, let's live our own lives well from now on."

"Ok!"

Qiao Xiaoling nodded, her eyes as bright as stars.

Under Qiao Xiaoling's expectant gaze, Yang Mingwu picked up the bowl and drank the porridge in it. After finishing it, he frowned and smacked his lips and said, "Why does it taste a bit bitter..."

"It's me, I accidentally let it burn a little. I'll be more careful next time."

"Sister Ling, things at home are different now than before, so we have to save money."

"I see."

Qiao Xiaoling sat on the edge of the bed. After taking the empty bowl handed to her by Yang Mingwu, she kept staring at Yang Mingwu, with no intention of leaving.

Yang Mingwu gradually realized something was wrong, especially the strong discomfort in his abdomen... He suddenly realized something, "Qiao Xiaoling! What did you put in the porridge?!"

Qiao Xiaoling completely changed her previous virtuous image. She crossed her legs and lazily cleaned her nails. "It's nothing, just some rat poison."

"Qiao Xiaoling!"

Yang Mingwu's eyes suddenly widened, he couldn't believe what he heard, "You, you vicious woman!"

"Ho ho..."

Soon, he could no longer curse, a trace of dark red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and finally he fell on the bed with his eyes open.

Qiao Xiaoling's eyes curved, "Oh! You still want me to serve you? Dream on! I won't serve you anymore!"