Sold My Husband and Bought My Ex-Boyfriend
One Hundred

A few minutes later the room opened with a creepy view. More horror than a haunted house inhabited by hundreds of Devils and Demons.

"Eh!!" Marco was wrong. Vanya looked wrathful with her eyes glaring sharply at him.

"What are you doing? Don't you know how hard it is to put Ella to sleep, huh?" vanya spray full of hatred, this time hit Marco's shoulder twice so uninhibited.

This crazy psychopath wants Vanya to bite his finger until it breaks.

"Sorry, Van!" The man grimaced in embarrassment, as soon as he exhaled which meant relief. "I thought you took my son away, Van. I'm really scared. Don't even think of running from me again."

Blurred?

Vanya was getting annoyed to hear it. It could be that the wife who is struggling to put her child to sleep is said to run away. Tskc. Looks like this guy's brain is completely out of his mind. But it is not Marco if it is not easy to prejudge others.vanya has memorized the character of the man with his symbol.

Hold .... Hold it! I must be able to put up with this one devil of faith temptations.

Vanya running time bodo passing Marco. The man immediately followed Vanya to the dispenser table to get a glass of water.

"Van" Marco from behind.

One glass of water that he just poured from the toilet dispenser was drunk by himself. Vanya has no intention of giving Marco a drink. Let him go if necessary.

Vanya again walked dodging, this time heading to the guest sofa to throw the body.

His minimalist-sized house makes it not easy to run away from the goddamn husband who has been following wherever he went.

"You two alone, Van?" Marco sat on the sofa. Right in front of Vanya.

"There's my grandmother" replied Vanya flatly.

You're really shameless Marco. You may not feel awkward after neglecting us for years. Inner Vanya kept screaming. Feelings of longing as well as the emotions of fighting each other.

Marco rolled his gaze across the room which was all simple. Wood floors, makeshift home appliances, worn walls with many scribbles in which names, as well as weathered roofs that have been perforated on various sides.

"By the way, where's your grandma, Van? Why didn't I see her earlier?"

Vanya pulls out old reading books to find busyness. "Grandmother is working on a neighboring apple farm."

"Working?" The man's eyebrows wrinkled in surprise. "Why did you let your grandmother work?" Again asked without sin so Vanya had to stroke the chest many times.

"I hate your questions, Marco!"

The book he was about to read was thrown perfectly into Marco's face.

"Of course the living man must work, you idiot! My grandmother and I worked hand in hand so we could survive in the midst of hardship. As a husband who forgives children and wives, it should not be worth asking!"

"I'm sorry Van once again, I will definitely reimburse you for your financial costs over the past four years. If your grandmother comes home later, I'll explain everything to you, hopefully everyone will understand how I am."

This time I will not just melt, Vanya's mind while looking at Marco grunt.

His two hands were folded in front of his chest. "I don't think with a man's mind! You can apologize after everything you have done to us. Are all men light-hearted like this? Not having bad thoughts when doing wrong. How many times do you think you've apologized and repeated your mistakes over and over?"

"How else would Van? All this time I've tried to be right despite many mistakes " Marco put on a sad expression so that Vanya soon melt

"I'm not a demon and an angel. I'm an ordinary man. My life is between right and wrong."

The Vanya contan.

It sucks! It's smart for this guy's mouth to talk!

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