My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Kiki remained seated on the ground, motionless, as if she was not the one who was kicked in the knee by Raphael just now.

Her hands, already stained with blood, were white, but her left hand, missing its little finger, did not look too good because of the hideous scars.

She had so much blood on her hands, and at that moment, her hands looked paler and paler.

It also hurt a lot.

But on her face, there was no half-hearted expression of pain.

Her eyes, empty and silent, were like those of a dying old man, without any of the vitality that should belong to her age.

Jeremiah has been arrogant for so many years, but this is the first time she has encountered this kind of woman, as if she is not afraid of pain, as if nothing can break her pride.

Clearly, he was looking down at her from above, tormenting her blood, yet there was still a strong feeling of being stepped on by her.

Yes, contempt.

Complete and utter disdain.

That feeling made Jeremiah's heart upset to the extreme, and when he was upset, he wanted to abuse Kiki extraordinarily.

He was about to press Kiki directly onto the glass shards and make her kneel on top to admit her mistake and beg for forgiveness to Quinn, when she turned her face violently and couldn't contain herself from throwing up furiously.

He was afraid that she would spit the filth on him, and he quickly dodged aside to keep some distance from her.

"Shut the fuck up! Don't you dare spit on me again, or I'll get you killed!" It was only after Jeremiah had finished yelling grumpily that he realised how ridiculous it was for him to say that.

Can you drink so much wine and not vomit! This kind of physiological vomiting is not something that can be stopped by anyone who wants to stop it.

Kiki vomited so hard that it was as if she wanted to vomit out all her internal organs.

Quinn kept telling himself in his mind that he couldn't look up to this woman, so he didn't even bother to glance at her side.

He could not see that at this moment, because she had vomited violently, her face, which had become more and more miserable, pale and fragile, as if two random fingers could have crushed her.

But even though he could not see her vulnerable and distressed form, he could clearly hear her vomiting.

In fact, it was just the sound of normal vomiting. Quinn had been in and out of vocal places countless times, and he had long been used to the sound of vomiting, but for some reason, listening to the sound of her vomiting incessantly, he found it harsh to the extreme.

Even, he couldn't resist the urge to rush over to her and violently bellow at her, Kiki, don't you throw up on me! She really, really wants to vomit herself to death, doesn't she? But, she is just a woman, even if she spits to death, what does it have to do with him? Quinn forced himself to continue to put on an appearance of having a heart as cold as iron, dead set on not giving her more than a glance.

Kiki hadn't really thrown up much filth, she'd eaten so little recently, really, that what she'd started throwing up was almost always acid.

Later, the acid was all gone and all she could vomit was blood.

Her pale lips, stained red by the blood she spat out, were like a demon red manzanita blooming on her lips, so haggard but still beautiful and seductive.

"Crap!" Looking at such a Kiki, Raphael couldn't help but curse out, no wonder countless men used to be crazy about her.

Realising that he had fallen for the beauty of an obnoxious woman, Jeremiah was instantly irritated.

He raised his hand and rushed viciously to Kiki, "Kiki, I'll say it one last time, kneel down, kowtow and admit your mistakes to Quinn! Otherwise, you will suffer the consequences!" Kiki spat out another mouthful of blood, her stomach ached more and more, such pain that she could barely straighten her back. Her consciousness, too, was somewhat muddled, her eyelids were heavy as a thousand pounds, no matter how hard she tried, she could not open her eyes.

Even though her body was so uncomfortable that she almost died, Kiki still tried to hold her chin high, with the indestructible nobility, the clanking bones of the proudest snowy plum in Arkpool City.

"I'm not wrong ......" Kiki's voice was so soft that it would be an exaggeration to say that it was like a gnat's voice, but it was such a light and airy sentence that struck a chord in the hearts of every man in the box.

The expression on Jeremiah's face froze, he really didn't expect that this woman, who had been tortured like this, would still be able to not admit her fault.

The unbeatable Raphael had never endured such a defeat, and he viciously gritted his teeth at her, "Good, Kiki, you have the guts, you have the backbone! | want to see how long you can be tough today!" With that, Jeremiah walked up to her again, grabbed her hard by the shoulders and just dragged her towards the glass shards.

The large shards of glass was close at hand, Kiki really didn't want to be pressed against it and grovel, but at this moment, she really couldn't use half her strength, and, even if she still had the strength, she couldn't possibly be a match for these men.

Just when she thought that she was destined to be pressed against this glass shard and have her knees viciously destroyed, the door of the compartment was violently kicked open and Christ rushed in with quick steps.

Before Jeremiah had the chance to exchange pleasantries with Christ, he had already punched him unceremoniously in the face, followed by a kick that sent him flying directly and viciously into the corner.

"Kiki!" Christ stepped forward and he hoisted her into his arms, covered in blood, so tightly and so carefully that he was afraid he might hurt her.

"Mr. Birkin, what do you mean by that? How dare you hit me for this prisoner? Have you forgotten how many cuckolds this labour criminal has given you?!" Of course Jeremiah was not willing to be beaten up by Christ for nothing, he covered his face that hurt from his punch and rushed over, however, thinking that his opponent's force value was really too powerful, he did not dare to swing his fist, he could only grit his teeth and stare at him, "Mr. Birkin, you don't have to care about a bitch you threw away." "We've already paid her for tonight, so of course we have to enjoy! What do you say, Quinn?" This time, Christ hit him even harder, making him grimace and unable to speak.

He slowly turned his face, his vision crimson, like a bloody knife stabbing Quinn in the face.

"Quinn! How dare you do this to her?!" He really wanted to smash Quinn's head open and see what kind of mush was inside.

Quinn didn't put any of Christ's anger in his eyes, his handsome and peerless face wore his usual arrogance, "Christ, what, | need your approval to spend money on pleasure?!"