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The two monophonic sounds are as cold as freezing everything.

Shen Qianqing felt a bone-piercing cold rising from the soles of his feet. At this time, He Yifan was no longer a person, but a demon.

"Seed?" Shen Qianqing touched her stomach subconsciously, smiled coldly, and said, "I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Woman, you are also a smart person. When a smart person talks, don't pretend to be stupid."

He Yifan took two steps forward, walked in front of Shen Qianqing, and stared at her condescendingly, like a falcon staring at its prey.

Shen Qianqing took two steps back unconsciously, but there was no way to retreat behind her. She leaned against the sofa and looked up at He Yifan.

In front of He Yifan, she is always stubborn and unyielding.

"For the last time, let me have a good aftertaste - your taste."

The voice full of magnetism reveals the demand of the devil.

He Yifan raised his slender fingers, clamped Shen Qianqing's cheek, and bit her attractive thin lips fiercely.

"Do not--"

Shen Qianqing wanted to struggle, but He Yifan had already imprisoned her whole body, unable to move.

He Yi Fanfei's other hand probed the way from Shen Qianqing's thigh to her chest.

--

After a long time, He Yifan tidied his clothes, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

And Shen Qianqing wanted to stand up, but his whole body was numb from the torment by He Yifan, so he could barely put on his clothes.

"Shen Qianqing, your taste is still so good." Sitting at the coffee table, He Yifan looked at Shen Qianqing wantonly, "I thought you were a sensible person, but it's a pity—"

"He Yifan," Shen Qianqing looked at He Yifan with the most vicious eyes, if eyes could kill, she really wanted to kill him right now.

"According to the agreement, we have nothing to do today, you are a strong woman!"

"No," He Yifan sneered, "Our divorce agreement hasn't been signed yet, you are still my wife now."

"Wife?" Shen Qianqing felt that she had recovered a little, and struggled to stand up, looking at He Yifan's charming face, but felt disgusted: "Based on these, I can unilaterally divorce in the name of domestic violence." .”

She pointed to the bruise on her hand, which was pressed by He Yifan when she was struggling just now.

"Don't forget, there is still law in this world."

Shen Qianqing is thin and thin, but at the moment she is full of vigor.

He Yifan sneered mockingly: "Woman, don't you know that my words are the law?"

After speaking, he clapped his hands.

Immediately afterwards, several female nurses and doctors rushed in pushing a stretcher.

Shen Qianqing looked at them vigilantly, "You guys, what are you going to do?"

He Yifan smiled more cheerfully, seeing Shen Qianqing's nervous appearance, he seemed to enjoy it.

He ignored it, and with a little look, the doctor immediately understood, and the instructing nurse held Shen Qianqing down.

Shen Qianqing wanted to resist but was powerless, but he had been tortured by He Yifan just now, let alone several people going up together now.

With little effort, the nurse tied Shen Qianqing to the stretcher.

"He Yifan, you, what are you going to do?"

A look of prey flashed in He Yifan's deep eyes, and he sneered, "Don't be afraid, I just want to get my seeds back."

That voice is like ice that cannot be melted for a thousand years.

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operating room.

Shen Qianqing was tied to the operating table, and four "white angels" in surgical gowns held scalpels in their hands, preparing to disembowel them.

"No, no, I beg you."