Drifting Towards You

Zhao Xinning's heart trembled fiercely, and at that moment, she was really taken aback by her cannibalistic gaze.

But the next moment, she laughed again.

"Won't let me go? I don't think you can see the coffin without crying! Who do you think you are? Or the woman who is held in the palm of Mu Beiting? Where do you think you are? The award ceremony? I tell you, here It's a wasteland! Mu Beiting is not here either!" Zhao Xinning walked towards her step by step.

The fragments of the porcelain bowl were at her feet. She looked at the fragments on the floor and sneered: "If the medicine is gone, it will be gone? After all, it is not only medicine that can let the child shed, right?"

Su Xiangwan's pupils were dark, and looking at the craziness in her eyes, he only thought that this woman was probably really crazy.

But crazy people are often unreasonable.

Zhao Xinning took a few steps forward, snatched a baseball bat from a man, raised his hand and hit Su Xiangwan in the stomach.

Thanks to Su Xiangwan's quick response, he immediately bent and lay on the ground, tightly protecting his stomach.

A stick fell firmly on her back, and Su Xiangwan groaned.

At the same time, while Zhao Xinning was not paying attention, she secretly held a fragment of a porcelain bowl in her hand, and tried her best to cut the rope behind her.

Yuan Xue couldn't see it, and said to the side: "Zhao Xinning, don't you look in the mirror to see what you look like now? Is Mu Beiting blind, would you like a vicious woman like you?"

"You shut up! What do you think she is so good about!"

Zhao Xinning yelled at Yuan Xue.

"No matter how bad she is, she will never do kidnapping or murder an unborn little life!"

Zhao Xinning's emotions seemed to calm down a bit, and she smiled and stroked her belly: "Bei Ting will not like your children. He can only like me. I will give him many children in the future, and he will always be with him. Live happily."

Su Xiangwan looked pale at this meeting, and after being exposed to the sun on the roof for a period of time, his lips were dry and cracked.

She took a look at Zhao Xinning's expression, she was carrying a baseball bat in one hand, but with a gentle smile on her face, she seemed quite happy, and her spirit was obviously abnormal.

Su Xiangwan's eyes showed solemnity.

This Zhao Xinning is afraid that there is really something wrong with the spirit, which is not a good sign.

Sure enough, after the next moment, she glared at Su Xiangwan's stomach again, and raised the baseball bat to hit her stomach again.

Su Xiangwan breathed lightly and rolled around on the ground, the fragments being held in her palms, and bloodstains were drawn.

The stick fell heavily on the ground, and Zhao Xinning was unwilling to chase her and beat her.

Baseball bats hit the ground one after another, making a pong pong sound.

But after a few times, Su Xiangwan rolled to the edge of the terrace, with nowhere to hide.

Zhao Xinning showed a hideous look in his eyes: "Run? Keep running? I see where you can go!"

Su Xiangwan's heart tightened and his body was stiff, speeding up the movements in his hands.

On the other side, Xiang Yi has been cutting the rope quickly with the blade that he has always hidden. His eyes fell on Su Xiangwan, his complexion flushed, and a bead of sweat leaked from his forehead, apparently also extremely nervous.

Zhao Xinning raised the stick again and said slowly: "Go to hell!"

Su Xiangwan curled up into a ball, still grinding the rope continuously.

Hurry up, hurry up... Hurry up...

But after all, the tiles were not sharp enough, and the time was too short to grind the rope.

Zhao Xinning's stick still fell unceremoniously, waving a gust of wind.

Su Xiangwan's eyes were slightly wet, giving birth to a touch of despair.