Nie Shao's runaway ex-wife

An Ran is not afraid of death, but she is afraid of this fake Nie Qingyu.

Under the man's cruel punishment, she finally gave up again. "Please...you let go...I...I'm in so much pain..."

Nie Qingyu's tall and muscular body stood still like a mountain. He stared coldly at the woman lying at his feet begging for mercy, sneered and said nothing.

An Ran knew that at this time he was waiting for her to admit her mistake.

She doesn't think she's at fault, and it involves the real Nie Qingyu's status and rights, so she can't easily make concessions.

She whimpered, tears streaming down her face.She knew that if she didn't admit her fault, it was impossible for this ruthless man to let go of her hapless fingers.

Does she want a finger, or her male god?

An Ran fell into a dilemma of choice.

Gradually, her fingers were so painful that she became numb and lost consciousness, and she almost couldn't hold on anymore.

The man who stepped on her looked terribly cold, he really wanted to step on her harder, making her scream.

But he didn't do that after all.It's not that I'm soft-hearted, but... I'm too lazy to know her well!

Finally, the man mercifully removed her feet from her fingers, and then sat on the sofa next to her and stared at her coldly without saying a word.

An Ran took a lot of effort to lift the stepped hand, and saw that her fingers were crushed and her skin had turned blue.

She couldn't bend her fingers, so she could only continue to hold them stiffly, and tears fell like broken beads.

After a while, the blue fingers became swollen and red, and it hurt even more.

An Ran struggled to get up, one of the sandals fell off, she simply kicked off the other one, walked to the door with bare feet, and slammed on the door with her uninjured hand.

Before her palm fell on the door, her wrist was pinched by a big hand and she couldn't move.

Just now she saw him sitting on the sofa, but in a blink of an eye he was behind her.

He was completely silent, and she couldn't even see how he got here.This man came and went without a trace like a ghost.

"Wait a little longer!" The man's icy voice sounded above her head, "Ah Hao and Long Jun are fighting for you! Wait for them to clean up before going out."

An Ran bit her lip and reminded him softly: "If you find me troublesome, you can get a divorce!"

Originally, it was just an angry sentence, and she didn't expect him to agree at all.

"Of course I think you are troublesome!" The man disliked her unceremoniously, and continued in a cold voice: "Now that things have happened, do you think I still care about you?"

An Ran was startled, she felt relieved after hearing his words, but she still couldn't believe it: "You...you really agreed to divorce me?"

Nie Qingyu snorted coldly, as if it was a waste of time to even respond to her. "Later, the lawyer will come to handle the divorce formalities! You have to leave, you have to leave, you have to leave if you don't, it's up to you!"

safely:"……"

It was already dawn.The bright morning light shines into the bedroom through the window, making the window look bright and clean, and a new day begins.

An Ran was physically and mentally exhausted, holding up her swollen carrot fingers, waiting for the battle to end in the Shura field outside the bedroom door, and waiting for the lawyer to come to handle the divorce procedures for her and Nie Qingyu.

He was very close to her, but he didn't touch her again.He doesn't even look at her again, like she's redundant trash.

An Ran knew that she was not welcome by him, so she minimized her presence, but she was still worried about one thing. "After the divorce...will you kill me?"

Nie Qingyu turned his eyes slowly, glanced at her face, and asked coldly, "What do you think?"

An Ran only felt a chill run down her spine, and her hair stood on end. "I promise... I won't go out and talk nonsense."

"Oh," Nie Qingyu expressed disbelief in her promise. "Just now, you still wanted to make the whole world know about it!"

"As long as you tell me where he is... I won't go out and talk nonsense." An Ran negotiated with him.

"It's safer to kill you!" The man said that he had a better solution.

An Ran swallowed her saliva, and said in a low voice: "Since you want to kill me, why do you want to divorce me?"

Nie Qingyu is a celebrity in the imperial capital, and he can move his whole body.His divorce was a big event that caused a sensation in the circle, and it must have attracted a lot of attention.

At this time, the sudden death of his newly divorced ex-wife would only attract more topics and criticism for him.It would be easier and less troublesome to let her die directly.

"It's not too stupid!" Nie Qingyu sneered, and continued: "I won't kill you, I think my hands are dirty!"

At 06:30 in the morning, Nie’s old house.

Mr. Nie has the habit of drinking morning tea, and Aunt Mei has practiced exquisite Gongfu tea.

While drinking tea, the two played a game of chess, which was very elegant and interesting.

It's just that Mr. Nie was a little absent-minded this morning, making frequent mistakes during the game, and was soon defeated by Aunt Mei.

"What's on your mind?" Aunt Mei asked softly.

Mr. Nie couldn't hold his breath anymore. "Why hasn't Steward Wei come back...not even a phone call."

Aunt Mei asked in surprise, "What did he do for you so early in the morning?"

Mr. Nie waved his hand, a little upset, and said to himself: "There are twenty Dongpu ninjas, can't they shock that kid!"

Aunt May was even more surprised. "Who did you use twenty Japanese ninjas to deal with?"

This is Mr. Nie's hole card, and he played all of them, which shows how powerful the opponent is.

Before Mr. Nie could speak, Steward Wei returned with wounds and a broken soldier.

Steward Wei also failed. He limped and reported with a mournful face, "The twenty Dongpu ninjas are injured, and they will not be able to perform missions within three months."

"噗", Mr. Nie stood up, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe his ears. "All, all injured!"

Each of the twenty ninjas was a one-in-a-thousand master when singled out.Twenty of them went at once, originally to frighten that disobedient grandson, who would have thought that all of them would be hurt.

"Ah Hao and Long Jun are there!" Wei Butler said dejectedly, "The young master hasn't made a move yet. If he also joins the battle...the loss of the twenty ninjas will be even worse."

Old man Nie was so angry that his beard was twitching, he couldn't stand steadily, and almost fell into the grand master's chair.

Aunt Mei hurriedly supported him, and at the same time asked in amazement: "Why did you get into a fight with Qingyu? You two, grandparents and grandchildren, have some conflicts that cannot be resolved, and you actually went to war..."

Even if he went to war, Mr. Nie didn't take any advantage.

All twenty ninjas were injured, which was equivalent to taking away his cards. No wonder Mr. Nie was so angry.

"What else can it be for! There is only one woman around, he is obsessed with ghosts, and he will do anything out of the ordinary..." Old Man Nie was panting violently, a mouthful of phlegm gushed out, and his face turned red.

Aunt Mei brought a sputum suction device with great experience and helped him suck out the sputum, and he resumed normal breathing.

Elder Nie slumped back to the teacher's chair helplessly, but there was nothing he could do about this bastard grandson.He could only complain in a low voice: "I'm old... useless! The brat doesn't take me seriously..."

It was a dangerous move for Mr. Nie to dispatch twenty ninjas to frighten his grandson.Once deterrence fails, the consequences will only be worse.

The grandson originally lacked awe of him, but now that his face is being torn apart, he may be able to do even more outrageous things.

Sure enough, misfortunes never come singly, Steward Wei reported another piece of bad news: "Young Madam yelled out that secret in front of everyone, I'm afraid...I'm afraid the paper will not be able to contain the fire."

Elder Nie, who was paralyzed in the chair, was shocked again when he heard the words, and asked in a trembling voice, "How many people are there?"

"A lot!" Wei Steward continued dejectedly: "Including those twenty ninjas, there are... nearly forty people in total!"