My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Mrs. Han has a bent body and uncontrollable trembling. Her muddy eyes are soon soaked with tears. Her old voice is desolate and resentful.

Yao Shuyi, who had been silent for more than ten years, suddenly rushed to Li Tongtong like crazy and raised his hand with a hard slap.

"Pa - you cruel beast! I'll kill you, you beast! "

At the thought of the name of the heavenly ghost lone star carried by her son over the past few months, Yao Shuyi's anger seemed to be watered with oil.

"My child has just been born, and it is less than four months now. How can you do this? How can you treat a newly born child like this.

You don't like me and want me to die to give up Mrs. Han's position. Come on, come on, you'll kill me. I'm standing in front of you now. You'll kill me! "

Yao Shuyi was crazy. She held the baby in her arms in one hand and clung to Li Tongtong's collar in the other hand. She shook wildly. The voice was full of resentment suppressed for so many years.

At the moment when Lu Zijia told the truth, Li Tongtong immediately panicked.

But then she felt that she had done nothing wrong. If the Han family hadn't hung her, how could she be like this? Yes, it's all Han's fault, it's all Han's fault!

"Shu Yi!"

Looking at his wife who was pushed back to fall, Han Jianmin's face suddenly changed. His body subconsciously rushed up and caught Yao Shuyi.

"Shuyi, Shuyi, are you okay?"

Seeing his wife's pale face, Han Jianmin was nervous, and even his voice trembled.

Yao Shuyi didn't answer immediately, but looked at the child in her arms reflexively. Seeing that the child in her arms was all right, she looked back with red eyes, "I'm all right, but this time I'll get justice for my son anyway.

If you feel embarrassed, we can divorce. As long as we divorce, you don't have to be embarrassed. "

At this moment, Yao Shuyi suddenly became calm, which made Han Jianmin feel strange.

"Shuyi, don't do this. This is also my child. I will naturally get justice for him." Han Jianmin held his wife's hand and nervously expressed his attitude.

However, Yao Shuyi firmly took out her hand and looked up at her husband unhappily. "I'll look at it. If you can't do it, divorce me."

"Do evil, do evil, I really do evil! I'm such a damn old woman. I'm not so confused. How can I be so confused? Damn, damn me! ".

Old Mrs. Han, who knew she had made a big mistake, couldn't help crying. She raised her hand and gave herself a loud slap.

Han Jian couldn't bear it, but he didn't come forward to persuade him in the end. Wen angrily looked at Li Tongtong, "Li Tongtong, this matter will never be so easy for the Han family!"

Having torn his face, Li Tongtong stopped pretending. Hearing the speech, he laughed sarcastically, "won't it be so easy? What do you want? Sue me for murder?

But do you have any evidence? Even if you have evidence, will the judge believe you? "