"There is no sister like you at all!" Mo Huantong only found it funny. She looked at her, "You are so embarrassed to say that it is her sister. I don't understand what you are looking for? She is your sister!"

"Shut up!"

Su Qingtian slapped a few more times, and all her anger was scattered on her, "She is my sister. Can I steal my husband if I am my sister? Mo Nanjue is my husband, and he married me! Why should I be treated so coldly by him, but he has children with my sister, and I am also a human being. Why should I suffer such insults?!"

"you……"

Mo Huantong's mouth was broken, and she opened her mouth like a knife cut. "Mo Nanjue loved Xiao Ran. What's the point of this? In the end, he would only make him hate you more and more. Even an outsider could see it clearly..."

"You are not allowed to say it again! Shut up!"

The light in Su Qingtian's eyes was smashed to pieces. She suddenly stood up, swung the chair next to her and smashed it at her, "Mo Nanjue won't hate me, I'm his first woman, he won't hate me, he loves me!"

"ah--"

The wooden chair was broken, Mo Huantong shrank his body in pain, Su Qingtian grabbed her hair and knocked her head against the wall, "You say! He loves me, it has nothing to do with Tong Ran, I am his wife, Tong Ran is just a person who interferes, you say! He loves me! You say!"

Mo Huan's pupil hit the wall sideways, and blood slid down the forehead...

Her eyes were blurred in pain, "You crazy man!"

"I'm crazy?!"

The past things flashed in front of her eyes one by one. She felt that she was unwilling to give up, and her limbs and bones were all over. Su Qingtian turned around and picked up the stick next to her and beat Huantong desperately, "Where am I crazy? I am crazy? It's mine, what's crazy about me!"

"ah--"

Mo Huantong bit the pain and cries tightly. The wooden stick hit the body with great pain. The purple purple on her skin appeared. Su Qingtian beat her very hard again and again, as if she wanted to vent all her resentment on her, "I'll tell you! I'll tell you to talk!"

Mo Huantong's eyes were fainted, and half of her face was covered with blood. She was beaten so hard that she couldn't even curl up her body.

There is no place that doesn't hurt...

The man sat on the side and watched, feeling that it was not possible. He hurriedly got up and went to Lasu Qingtian, "Don't do this, I will be beaten to death if I do it a few more times..."

"That's fine if you die! It's better if she dies!" Su Qingtian was so angry that she had a few sticks. She tried Mo Huantong's legs a few times, and it seemed that the sound of cracking bones could be heard. "These people deserve to die, why do you make Mo Beiyan like you! He should like me! He likes me!"

The man was stunned when he heard this. Isn’t she Mo Nanjue’s wife?

Why does Mo Beiyan also like her?

He couldn't figure it out, but he didn't dare to ask any more when he saw Su Qingtian's fierce look.

A man would never have thought that this was the first time Su Qingtian beat someone in her life.

Mo Huantong lay on his side on the ground and could no longer move.

Su Qingtian then threw away the wooden stick and kicked her a few times in the face, "Do you have to weigh your weight?"

Mo Huantong raised her eyelids weakly. Su Qingtian squatted down again when she saw this, "You can see it again? Are you happy?"
Chapter completed!