Chapter 3245 I have to save face for myself

He could see that she was actually afraid.

I was just afraid for so long that I even forgot about myself.

Mo Beiyan raised his eyes slightly and looked at the furnishings in the dungeon. The Women's Prison in San Francisco... I'm afraid it's not much better than here, right?

Maybe it's darker and more inhumane.

Mo Beiyan couldn't imagine what kind of bullying she suffered after entering, how she would be treated, whether...

He had heard of cases of abuse in prisons, involving both men and women.

Mo Beiyan had a slight lump in his throat. After their reunion, he had been blaming her for getting close to Meng Shaoling, blaming her for not accepting him, blaming her for this and that...

But he ignored how much she suffered during that time.

He didn't ask, and Mo Huantong couldn't take the initiative to mention it. He hurt her so deeply, but she brushed it aside.

There is no woman more stupid than her.

Mo Beiyan stared at the side of her face in trance. Mo Huantong was a little embarrassed, so she turned her face away and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

"Leave me alone!"

"..."

Mo Beiyan reluctantly looked away, Mo Huantong leaned her right face against the rusty railing, "Does your wound still hurt?"

"What's your name? I don't have a name?!"

"..." Mo Huantong was choked by him and had to say, "Mo Beiyan, does your wound still hurt?"

"Any stranger can call me Mo Beiyan."

"That's different!"

"What's the difference?!"

"How can I call you the same as others call you?" Mo Huantong blurted out without thinking, "We are both married, so of course they are different."

Mo Beiyan's dark eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of his mouth raised. Before he could answer, a burst of applause suddenly came from the other end of the corridor.

Mo Beiyan's expression suddenly darkened, Mo Huantong bit her lip and turned her head, and saw Meng Shaoling striding over.

He was still wearing his wedding dress, and I don't know if he didn't change it on purpose. He was followed by a group of secret guards, all of them holding guns and looking serious.

"Well, we are all married," Meng Shaoling applauded and laughed. He stood outside the cell, his laughter was weird and cold, "Huantong, have you forgotten, who are you married to?"

"Is it interesting for you to ask me like this?" Mo Huantong smiled coldly. She leaned against the wall and struggled to get up. "Let him go. The conflict between us has nothing to do with him."

"Look, you are devoted to him, do you take me seriously?" Meng Shaoling looked at her, her hands were empty and she still didn't wear the ring, "You don't take me seriously, here is

Zangmen is not the place for your tryst!"

"Shut your stupid mouth!" Mo Beiyan interrupted him with an angry roar, and he sneered coldly, "Meng Shaoling, are you still a man if you force a woman who doesn't love you to marry you?"

"Don't love me?" Meng Shaoling took a step forward, squatted down by the railing, and met his gaze, "Mo Beiyan, do you think she doesn't love me?"

"I forgive your IQ."

"..."

good very good!

Meng Shaoling turned around. The secret guard received the instruction and hurriedly stepped forward to open the door of Mo Beiyan's cell.

Mo Huantong opened her eyes wide when she saw this, "What are you going to do..."

"He said you don't love me," Meng Shaoling smiled at her, "I have to save face for myself. Today is our wedding, you are my bride, and you don't love me. Can I afford this shame?"

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"Don't go in!"

"How can I ask for it if I don't go in?"

Meng Shaoling stepped into the cell in a few steps. Mo Beiyan's hands and feet were tied. When he heard the movement, he raised his eyes coldly, "Trash."
Chapter completed!