The Stupid Missy Glows Up After Marriage

Holding the handle of the knife in his hand, he smiled and said, "Han Shao is very tough."

Han Jinyang was sweating profusely, and the pain spread all over his body.

He stared at Meng Ying fiercely, "If you have a seed, kill me today, otherwise I will make you better off dead!"

As soon as the voice fell, an apple core hit his face with a sharp wind.

It fell on his face like a stone.

Han Jinyang stared at Mu Yuansheng who was wiping his hands gracefully.

He swears that as long as he is still alive, he must kill this pair of dog men and women!

"Really? Then I'll let you experience what it means to be better than to die."

Meng Ying didn't draw her knife, she walked aside, and she didn't know who had prepared a pair of scissors. She took a cup of Coke and walked behind Han Jinyang.

"What are you going to do?" Han Jinyang moved nervously.

"Hush. Don't move, it won't be good if you poke your head later." Meng Ying cut his hair into the cup.

Han Jinyang probably knew what she wanted to do.

Anxiety and fear finally surged in my heart.

Meng Ying stood in front of Han Jinyang with the added Coke and shook it gently.

With a smile, his eyes were bright as crescent crescents, "Shao Han, this last chance. What is the contract between the Qu family and the Han family? Why does the old man Qu want to send the Qu family daughters to your bed? If you don’t say, The Han family is going to die."

"Dare you!" Han Jinyang was still struggling, "If I die, you will all be buried with me."

"You are not that important." Meng Ying said: "You may be buried with the Han family or the Qu family. But it will definitely not be us."

Han Jinyang looked at this face that once fascinated him, but now he only feels fear is abhorrent.

How could there be such a vicious woman?

"I count three. If you don't say it, then we will bye." Meng Ying stretched out three fingers, "Three..."

It was like putting down a slender and beautiful finger.

"two……"

The smallest cute little finger is left.

Meng Ying's smile became brighter and brighter.

She curled her lips, "One!"

As soon as the voice fell, she stepped forward and pinched Han Jinyang's cheeks, forcing him to open his mouth and pour Coke into his mouth.

Han Jinyang kept vomiting out, but he was controlled and he was not as good as drinking too much.

Hair looks very soft, but it can actually pierce the skin.

Now the spikes of his mouth filled his throat, painful.

Mu Yuansheng looked at Meng Ying from the side.

She is not an angel, not a fairy.

It's a demon.

She is so handy in doing bad things, and these methods are also jaw-dropping.

He didn't know how she knew so many tricks.

The degree of cruelty made him amazed.

A glass of Coke with shredded hair was poured into Han Jinyang's mouth. Han Jinyang's eyes were round and red at this time. It was not hatred, but uncomfortable.

Meng Ying pulled out the fruit knife, and Han Jinyang shivered again.

He opened his mouth and couldn't say a word.

Meng Ying took the phone out of his pocket, took a picture of him now, and sent it to Old Man Han's phone.

Attached one sentence: What you want is ruined.

After sending it out, she put the phone back in Han Jinyang's pocket.

He tilted his head, his face flushed.

Because of the uncomfortable, the blue veins on the neck are very obvious.

The blood on both thighs flowed all over the place, and the spirited spirit no longer existed.

She opened a bottle of liquor and handed it to Mu Yuansheng, "Husband, wash your hands and disinfect."

Mu Yuansheng helped her pour the wine, and the wine smelled.

He stared at her intently, and he became more and more aware of her taste for him.