My husband is a wife

Chapter 235 Will He Care?

Zhuang Mingmei suddenly turned pale with shock, and then yelled angrily: "Qin Wushuang, you bitch, don't spout blood, what evidence do you have?"

"Evidence?" Looking at her ugly face that could no longer control her anger, Qin Wushuang felt a sense of pleasure in his heart, "Is the repair operation report in the hospital counted as evidence?"

Zhuang Mingmei trembled all over, with a terrified expression on her face, she took two steps back and said excitedly: "Impossible..." How did she know?
"I'm not in the mood to entertain you right now. You'd better not mess with me. Otherwise, the celebrity circle in Capricorn City will soon know what kind of dirty woman the self-proclaimed Miss Zhuangjia is." Qin Wushuang's cold eyes A stern warning flashed.

"You dare." Zhuang Mingmei was so angry that she picked up the chair with one hand and threw it at the piano.

Qin Wushuang's pupils shrank immediately, and with a whoosh, he quickly stood up and stretched out his hand to push her.

"Ah..." Before the chair in Zhuang Mingmei's hand could be smashed out, she pushed it, and her feet turned suddenly. She lost her balance and fell to the ground screaming. The chair she was holding was also smashed on the ground. It touched her body, causing her to babble and tear up in pain.

Qin Wushuang stepped forward and grabbed her skirt with one hand, with a cold look in his eyes: "Zhuang Mingmei, I solemnly warn you, if you dare to destroy my piano, I will definitely ruin your reputation and make your life worse than death. If you don't believe me, you Try it though."

This woman is so scary, everyone is blind to think that she is a soft persimmon that can be rounded and flattened. Zhuang Mingmei sent her to her door to be humiliated by her, and her guts are green with regret.

"You vicious bitch..." Zhuang Mingmei pushed her hand away in horror, and ran out scrambling.

Seeing her distressed back running away like a bereaved dog, Qin Wushuang, who was originally upset, just wanted to laugh at this moment.

"I didn't expect you to be so nervous and I'll give you a gift." A deep, magnetic voice with a hint of a smile came through the air.

Qin Wushuang looked at the man who didn't know when he appeared, the blood on her face faded instantly, her silent heart, nervous, angry, jumped up thumping wildly, she clenched her fists hard, trying hard to control the magnificent waves in her heart, He asked coldly, "What are you doing here again?" That day, he clearly despised her, to the point of death.

Zhan Beichen walked in from the outside with his long legs, seeing her maintaining the piano he gave her, he was actually very happy in his heart.

The man's aura was still strong and domineering as usual, Qin Wushuang backed back involuntarily.

Zhan Beichen came in front of her, stretched out his hand and gently untied the tulle scarf tied around her neck, staring at her with obscure eyes on the wound on her neck, the wound had healed, leaving only a faint scar.

Qin Wushuang subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his neck, and said loudly with a little excitement, "Don't look." The scar was too ugly, too ugly...

Zhan Beichen stretched out his rough palm, and gently pushed her hand away. With his slender fingers, he gently caressed the scar, and asked in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?"

Qin Wushuang was stunned. He... came to care about her?
Immediately, I resisted in my heart, how could this bastard care about her, he was here to laugh at her.

Qin Wushuang patted his hand away indifferently, and asked coldly, "So what if it hurts, so what if it doesn't hurt?" Whether she hurts or not is none of his business, does he care?

(End of this chapter)