The Vicious Beauty is Criticized by Many (H)

My wife, why is there a scar on my belly

My wife, why is there a scar on my belly, the little girl on the phone

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Jiang Rubai sat in the armchair and looked at the screen attentively. After the person on the screen woke up, they kept keeping the same action, looking into the distance with empty eyes.

This look made Jiang Rubai very uncomfortable.

He tugged on his tie a little irritably. He obviously wanted all this and followed his own steps. Why was he so unhappy?

"Dong dong dong," there was a knock on the door. Jiang Rubai switched the display screen, closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

The secretary held a black mobile phone and handed it to Jiang Rubai, "Mr. Ming, we have already found someone to open the phone."

If Wen Jin was here, he would be able to recognize it as his cell phone at a glance.

When he took Wen Jin away from Ming's house that day, he also took Wen Jin's mobile phone with him. During this period, he deciphered the password many times, but the results always showed errors. In the end, he could only find the relevant people.

"Well, you go down!"

The phone in my hand is not the latest model on the market, but one that has been released for several years. The paint is slightly peeled off on the edges, and the cold screen saver is set by the system itself.

Just the moment he switched to the internal screen wallpaper, Jiang Rubai's pupils dilated within 0.01 seconds and then returned to calm. The hand holding the phone subconsciously tightened. At that moment, he experienced a shocking experience in his mind. Thousands of thoughts followed one after another.

He was searching desperately for something, his fingers trembling.

Flipping the screen eagerly, he saw a video with a wide lawn in the background. Jiang Rubai covered his face with his hands. The video on her phone played automatically. In the first few scenes of the video, the photographer seemed to be looking for an angle. Suddenly, something came out. A child's silver bell-like laughter came, and a figure became more and more obvious in his sight. It was a little girl.

The little girl was playing on the grass with baby fat on her face. Suddenly she struggled to get up as if she saw something. Her expression became very surprised, and she couldn't help but call, "Daddy, daddy."

The picture suddenly changed. It seemed that the person who shot the video did not expect anyone else to appear. His hand shook slightly, and then the picture came into focus.

The person in the video gradually becomes clearer.

Wen Jin turned to the side of the person who shot the video, only seeing a beautiful curve and a white neck. Then he bent down and picked up the little girl, letting the girl kiss his face, lying softly on his body, and screamed one after another. Looking at Dad.

Wen Jin held the child with a very doting expression, "Mianmian, daddy's face is dirty, don't kiss him."

The face in the video gradually overlapped with the cold and ruthless face in his memory. Jiang Rubai had a splitting headache. He thought of some past events, the chaotic and noisy environment, the smell of rust in his nose, and the suffocation feeling surrounded by despair. Like a trapped animal whose backbone was broken, thousands of words turned into sharp knives.

"I have deceived you before! Only hatred is real."

"Jiang Rubai, I am pregnant, and the child is yours."

"How could I possibly give birth to your child?"

"I'm just using you."

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With a "crash", Wen Jin accidentally dropped the cup. He tried to pick it up, but his hand was scratched. Bright red and dazzling blood flowed down his fingers. Wen Jin suddenly felt uneasy for some reason.

Xu was sure that he would not dare to do anything to harm himself, so Jiang Rubai did not harsh Wen Jin in other aspects. This birdcage had everything he wanted.

Wen Jin looked at the red on his hand and didn't know what he was thinking. Wen still needed him, and Mianmian. He didn't know how Zhou Xushan was doing, whether he called the police, or whether anyone was looking for him.

In the evening, he was briefly let out. He seemed to be Jiang Rubai's confidant. He followed Wen Jin every step he took. The huge villa was like a prison, and it was also surrounded by bodyguards.

Wen Jin was furious, "What about Jiang Rubai? Why isn't he here?"

The confidant looked at him strangely and corrected him, "President Ming probably won't be here today."

Wen Jin snorted coldly, making a loud noise when the chair rubbed against each other. He turned around and left without taking a few bites of the exquisite and delicious food on the table.

The cronies called and told Jiang Rubai all this.

It took a long time for the latter to send a text message, "Watch carefully."

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Early in the morning, the clock on the wall read three.

Wen Jin suddenly woke up from his sleep, and then violently pushed away the person pressing on him, almost suffocating him.

Jiang Rubai seemed to have been drunk. He smelled of alcohol and his whole body was almost pressed against Wen Jin. He held Wen Jin's face with one hand and pressed the other hand. He kissed Wen Jin like crazy, trying to swallow him up. In the belly.

Wen Jin was almost suffocated by the kiss, and bit Jiang Rubai hard. When the latter was slightly stunned, he slipped out like a loach and cursed, "Are you crazy? Jiang Rubai, get out of here when you're drunk!" "

Jiang Rubai seemed to be really drunk, and even giggled when he was scolded. Wen Jin was stunned, and when his eyes saw the blush, he turned his head away.

He stood up and left, not wanting to get involved with the drunkard. After walking a few steps, someone grabbed him and pinned him down. Jiang Rubai's eyes were very bright, which made Wen Jin feel dazed for a moment.

At the same time, his hot palms had already passed through the tail of the clothes to touch the scar. It had obviously healed for a long time, but at the moment it was touched, it was extremely itchy and hot, as if it had sprouts.

Wen Jin wanted to push Jiang Rubai away, but the latter remained motionless.

The soft lips were separated by the clothes. Wen Jin felt weak all over. He wanted to push away but forgot to move. After a long time, Jiang Rubai's hoarse voice sounded in his ears, "Why is there a scar here?"

Wen Jin said without thinking, "Appendix surgery."

The hot breath made the earlobes reddish, and the night was too dark, so no one saw Wen Jin let out a sigh of relief and blushed his cheeks.

"Wife...mine," Jiang Rubai said in his sleep.

"Idiot, you're going to crush me to death!"