First Lady

"Hey... what are you doing, you're not funny at all, hiss... it hurts like hell..."

After pushing away, Ming Ye felt a little regretful. Of course he knew how strong his hand was, but when he thought of her provoking him one after another recently, he couldn't help but feel angry.

"You deserve it, I warned you a long time ago, don't push yourself too far."

"You... Get out, get out, and you are not allowed to enter my room again."

Who is always coming into her room in the middle of the night, who is always swaying in front of her for nothing, isn't she just wanting a little revenge? [

Ming Ye looked down at the woman who was slumped on the ground and hadn't gotten up yet, then turned and left.

The moment he closed the door, he heard a whisper from inside: "I'm your stepmother after all, okay? It doesn't matter what you do. Whoever wants to be your wife in the future will be bullied to death by you."

Mingye's footsteps stopped for a moment, and then she closed the doorknob with her hand.

After he left, Lan Shan gritted her teeth and got up from the ground, changed into a pajamas,

He took out a bottle of safflower oil from the drawer, poured it on his hand, and wiped it twice with the pain.

With the slightest pain in her body, Lan Shan tossed and twitched for most of the night before falling asleep frowning.

The injury on the leg was not serious at first, but it was pushed again by Ming Ye, and it happened to hit the same place. After the second impact, it was obviously aggravated, and the large area was bruised and swollen badly.

Woke up the next day in so much pain that I could even walk with a limp, and my 'hate' towards Ming Ye deepened a bit.

The maid came up and asked her if she should go downstairs for breakfast or bring it up, Lan Shan felt that Ming Ye would definitely not be home.

So she decided to go downstairs, limped halfway, and saw a man sitting on the dining table reading a newspaper. She was so angry that she gritted a silver tooth, and said to the maid with a cold snort: "Bring me breakfast." .”

"Ma'am, didn't you say you're dining downstairs?"

"I'm afraid of indigestion!"

Turning around and climbing upstairs with difficulty, I thought bitterly in my heart, this bastard usually doesn't go home, but this time he didn't leave until almost noon, he must be trying to scare him on purpose, a bastard is a bastard.

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