Chapter 292 Fighting
With a bang, the door of the room was closed tightly.
"Let me out! Let me out!" As soon as Mrs. Taylor was released, he immediately rushed up and slapped the door. "You are illegally detained, it is illegal! I want to sue you!....."
"Save it." The local chronicles lying on the big bed behind him looked on coldly with their arms in their arms. "They won't let you go."
Mrs. Taylor realized that he and local chronicles were locked up together.
She held the door, and her body slowly fell to the ground, losing her mind: "How can it be like this..."
"Oh, I don't know who it is because of." Fang Zhi sneered, "If you didn't pit me, how could I be locked up in this bird place!"
Mrs. Taylor recovered, she hastily explained, "I am also a victim! Clearly Laura's performance is a powerless countryman, where do I know it will become like this..."
Local chronicles don't believe it at all. Under the same roof, you can't know the details of your stepdaughter.
He grabbed the cup on the bedside table and threw it at Mrs. Taylor's head. "You bitch, shut up!"
Mrs. Taylor was splashed with cold water, and all the proper hairstyles and makeup were spent. She couldn't believe her eyes were wide open and suddenly became fierce: "How dare you... since childhood, my parents have never done this to me!"
Mrs. Taylor roared, rushed to the bed, stretched out his well-maintained long nails, and scratched Fang Zhi's face wildly.
Local chronicles ate pain and were completely annoyed. He grabbed Mrs. Taylor's hair and fought: "Bitch!"
"You old thing, you fucking..."
The fight lasted for about three minutes. When the agent heard something, he quickly opened the door and tore the two entangled people apart: "You two, stop it!"
Mrs. Taylor's hair was loose, her eyeliner was dirty, and her lipstick was dizzy. She gave a vicious "bah" and took the initiative to let go of the local chronicles.
Local chronicles are covered with blood. When they lose their support points, their bodies are soft and slippery on the ground, and they look at the agents in amazement. This woman is ruthless, which can't be underestimated.
"That's enough." The agent handed Mrs. Taylor a paper towel and waved. "You come with me."
Mrs. Taylor vented her depression. She wiped her face and followed without saying a word.
...
Laura didn't wake up until noon the next day.
In the sunshine pouring in from the window, she sat up misty, rubbed her eyes, and found a glass of water and a change of clothes beside the bed.
Dry-mouthed, she subconsciously took the water cup and took a sip.
Smacking her lips, Laura recalled that it was a cup of light salt water, which restored her strength.
She drank the water bit by bit and changed her pajamas. After a while, the bedroom door was knocked, and she didn't lift her head: "The door is unlocked."
So Uncle Wen pushed the door and entered, carrying a plate of lunch. He blamed: "Qing Ye told me about yesterday, how can you take such a risk, in case of any accident..."
Laura turned to look, she smiled cleverly: "Uncle, I was wrong, I will not dare in the future."
Seeing her so on the road, Uncle Wen suppressed his preaching and couldn't squeeze it out.
He sighed and put his lunch on the bed. "Have something to eat first."
"I brush my teeth and wash my face first." Laura picked up her toiletries and was about to enter the bathroom when she suddenly asked, "Have any strange people been here these days?"
Uncle Wen shook his head subconsciously. "No..." He suddenly remembered something in the middle of talking. "Ah, a professor came to me..."