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Chapter 21 Sweet Shackles

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    "I raised you so much, you won't give me anything in return?"

    "Why did he hit you? Why didn't he hit someone else?"

    "He hit you, don't you know how to resist? Soft-legged shrimp!"

    Didn't say a word, if he dares to hit you, we will support you.

    Having a daughter is not a daughter, but a long-term investment.

    If the investment is slapped, the investor will lose face, as long as the investor can get the return he wants, he doesn't care what the investment really is.

    What is blind is a person's eyes, and what is cold is a person's heart.

    If a cowardly man loves to be vain and save face, it may be a very bad thing for his wife.

    In winter, my hands were cold and swollen into sausages.

    There is no frostbite medicine.

    She gave the money to her daughter Lin Ling to buy stationery.

    reluctant.

    Cattail did not cry.

    But when he remembered that Lin Mu had died, he would never come back again.

    Cattail cattail cried.

    All the good things in her life were given by Lin Mu.

    After Lin Mu died, all her beauty was gone, and those towering edges and corners that were once blocked by Lin Mu stabbed bloodily in front of her.

    She didn't want Little Bell to have no father.

    A woman without a husband is also easy to be laughed at.

    If such a day can be endured, and life is dragged on, maybe a lifetime will pass.

    If she had never met Lin Mu, she would not have felt how tormented the later days were, every second was pain.

    With a new family, she wanted to treat her new husband well, but decided to secretly hide Lin Mu in the deepest part of her soul.

    However, due to the bad new relationship, Paicao had to chew on the memories left by Lin Mu repeatedly to survive alone.

    She wanted to tell Lin Mu that now that she has grown up and learned a lot, she can do as well as other wives.

    Things got worse, probably that time.

    The new husband was drunk again, locked her in the bedroom and beat her.

    She was pulled by her hair, and then pressed heavily on the ground, her jaw was swollen, her lips were bleeding, and the man rode on her body like a beast and punched her.

    "Yeah~"

    The bedroom door opened.

    The little bell who came back from school stood at the door.

    All the false appearances that were worked hard to maintain collapsed in an instant.

    "Dad, Mom, what are you doing?"

    Pucao: "Ahem, ahem, Little Bell has nothing to do with you. Hurry up and get out! Close the door!"

    Looking at those eyes that resembled Lin Mu, she didn't want to be seen by Little Bell and Lin Mu in such a bad way.

    "go out!"

    "Go out~"

    Little Lingdang stood blankly at the door, listening to her mother's hoarse roar, and suddenly took off her schoolbag and rushed up to hit her new father: "Bad guy!"

    "Don't hit my mother."

    "Don't hit my mother."

    Paicao's heart heaved violently, and she wanted to get up, but was pressed down again: "Little Bell, don't cry!"

    "Dad and Mom are playing a game."

    "You go to play outside first, and come back to eat later, stop talking about mom."

    Little Bell shook her head desperately, raised her schoolbag and kept hitting the man on the back of the cattail grass: "Mom is bleeding."

    "Quickly let go of Mom."

    "Get out~" The man has long been displeased with this little bastard, and doesn't even kiss him at all.

    It's almost like an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf.

    The man was drunk and was beaten by Lin Ling again. He was so annoyed that he passed away with a slap in the face.

    Lin Ling fell to the ground all of a sudden, crying loudly.

    Pucao fought back for the first time, but it only made the other party angry and ushered in a bigger snowstorm.

    With her daughter in her arms, she is like a boat on the battlefield of mortal families.

    There is water all around.

    She can't swim.

    Can't go anywhere.

    Pu Cao did not expect that it was not her family members who vented her anger on her, but a relative who was far away from her.

    Of course, Pu Cao didn't expect to see him on the street.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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