The Tonic Will Kill My Husband

I am the little bitchy husband in the article about the scumbag being bitten and chasing her husband in the crematorium. Every day she is abused physically and mentally by her scumbag husband, with tears mixed with rice, not enough to eat and not enough to wear, and she is like a cabbage. My husband is 189, tall, handsome, cold and unruly, the young master of the Jiang family, and he has never had a good look towards me. He has always been aloof, cold and arrogant. He is the king walking in the dark night, and he is also my strength. He tortured me physically and mentally, and sometimes he would show mercy and sneer at me, touch my head, and give me a kiss as a gift. He said he was just playing, he said he just thought men were fun, he said I would keep you, so don't think anything wrong about it, you are just a toy—— Know who you are, lowlife. I sobbed and choked every day, obediently allowed him to bully and tease me, and made humble courtships. Until one day, my husband stayed away all night, and suddenly a man appeared in front of me. That man looks exactly like my husband but a little more mature. He is taller than my husband, has a better temperament than my husband, is more mature than my husband, has bigger breasts than my husband, is gentler and more beautiful than my husband. The man's expression was haggard, and he almost cried when he saw me. He hugged me tremblingly and said he would never let me go again. The man held me tightly and rubbed my face with affection and obsession. He said that he was my future husband. He tortured me physically and mentally to death. I regretted it and was in pain. Every day I wanted to tear myself into pieces. I was on the verge of collapse and madness. By chance, he traveled back through time and met me again. God gave him this opportunity to come back, and he will definitely cherish it. Then, my husband came back. Seeing a strange man hugging me, my husband flew into a rage, and before he could say anything, my future husband punched me. The punches hit the flesh, and blood splattered. While beating my husband, the man took the time to smile at me, soothingly and gently. He said he would make me a delicious dessert later, and now he would kill this trash bitch and cut him into pieces. My husband is even more angry. Why are you talking so ambiguously to my gadgets when you have cheated on me? ! I am his financial sponsor! As a result, he was punched a few more times. I stood there blankly watching the two of them grappling. The man looked like an evil ghost from hell. His face that had shown me tenderness and cherishment just now was cold and arrogant, his eyes were dim, and his handsome face was still stained with blood. However, his eyes were extremely cold and indifferent, with surging madness and hatred. The moment he raised his eyes to look at me, they were wrapped in twisted tenderness, and turned into aggressive possessiveness and love. He beat my husband until he was bloody and bloody, and he screamed... Wait, don't hit my husband, you are going to beat my husband to death! I stood between the two of them in panic, "Don't hit my husband! My husband is about to be beaten to death by you!" The man said, "This is a scumbag and a bitch. Now he is dead. Let's stay together and fly together. I will treat you well for the rest of my life." My husband said, you're a damn adulterer, you've had plastic surgery to look like me, and you even covet my pets, and you, you're a free-spirited adulterer, where did you find this adulterer—— Before he finished speaking, he was punched hard again. My husband's handsome face was so miserable that I cried and gave him medicine. No matter what the man said, I refused to leave. My husband said that he loves me badly, is cheap and cunning, and is my thing. The old man and adulterer should get out of here as soon as possible. The man murmured something about how this was his punishment. After a moment of collapse, he raised a gentle and steady smile, hiding the turbulent distortion in his eyes, and asked me to touch his face. He held my hand and let me touch his facial features, which seemed to have been carefully carved. He said, I look the same as your husband, so I am your husband. He said that I was just a few years older than him and I was more capable of caring for others. He said—— Before he finished speaking, my husband became anxious and punched me, and the two of them started fighting each other again. Blood splattered everywhere and the battle was fierce. I stood aside, not daring to stop him this time. —— I don't know why, but the man lives with us. Although they still fight every day, my future husband also thinks about how to cut my husband into pieces every day. I begged him not to. He looked at me for a while, smiling painfully and helplessly. I know how much you love him. …Actually, I don't really love it either. —— I didn't dare to tell them that I was a gangster. —— Money is hard to make and shit is hard to eat. These two fight every day, which has seriously threatened my life and property. I, a male prostitute like me, can no longer pretend to be gay. Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, the coquettish and coquettish husband is handsome and gentle on the surface but actually complains about the white lotus boy in his heart. The current timeline is of a super male with a tough mouth, a brat, a rebellious, cold and cruel mad dog. The one in the future timeline is mature, steady, sexy and gentle on the surface, but actually crazy about dank old men. Sick literature, double c, beauty and strength, beauty and mining Intention: dd