Chapter 33

From the porch to the house, I don't know what strange paint has been pasted on the floor tiles all the way. The pots and pans have been smashed all over the floor, the clothes have been cut to pieces and thrown in the living room, and all kinds of skin care products and cosmetics have been smashed together and mixed with the pieces of clothes

Just leave a morning, Wen Lunan how also can't think of to wait for her to come back of is such a scene.

The moment she entered the door, God knows how much she suspected that she had entered the wrong door.

"Is there a thief in the house?" She subconsciously touched her cell phone and was ready to call the police.

It's just that her scratched brand bags and deliberately destroyed jewelry all remind her that this conjecture is untenable.

There is no thief who wilfully destroys valuable things without taking them.

So, is there a pervert?

The security of the community is the responsibility of Qiao yunmo's famous team in the industry. It is reasonable that there is no possibility of abnormal behavior.

Just as she was standing there, all kinds of assumptions in her mind came out, a man in the inner bedroom came out who she would never have thought of.

"How could it be you?" Wenlunan immediately to Zheng in place, mouth wide open can put down an egg.

At this time, Ling Yan is holding the kitchen scissors in one hand, while walking to wring the purple skirt on the other hand.

When he saw clearly that his favorite skirt was being cut into pieces by the people he hated most, Wen Lunan's eyes were so angry that they were congested.

She will go up and grab it regardless, she just moves, Ling Yan's hand is loose, and the last fragment floats to the ground.

"You want to die!" Wen Lunan is biting her teeth. The face she hates most is nearby. She has only one idea. She rushes on and tears her.

In the face of more and more ferocious expression on Wen Lunan's face, Ling Yan was motionless, his arm slowly lifted up, and the scissors stopped between them.

"My men may be in charge. If you come up, I'll put some blood on you." Her expression was calm and strange, which successfully stopped Wen Runan's splashing.

Wen Lunan had come back from the outside after suffering from Qi. This time, there was no place to spread Qi. His heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney were in pain.

She pointed to Ling Yan's nose and said, "shouldn't you die on that plane? You'll be damned long ago! "

One by one, the word "death" came out of her mouth and fell into Ling Yan's ears.

No one can have this in front of him, which can make Ling Yan feel disgusted.

How can there really be such a person who doesn't take other people's lives as one thing at all? She, her child who was killed, and her father who died and couldn't get rid of the false accusation, can't let her have any sense of guilt.

How cheap should we be to be so shameless.

"Wen Lunan, it's you. Oh, no, you should go straight to the 18th floor of hell!" As she looked coldly, she held up the arrow and slowly moved down, finally pointing to the heart of Wen Lunan.

She just stares at it: "you know what? I really want to dig out your heart and see how dark it is

Such tone, such expression, as well as the suppressed emotion, are burning Wen Lunan's reason.

"This black heart doesn't even have the qualification to pay homage to my father." Finally, the last bit of reason burned out.