The strange woman who plays power: the fourth lady who plays power

She couldn't compare to that Fu Yaxuan, she didn't understand, she couldn't figure it out no matter what. 【26nbsp;】

Another afternoon like this, maybe another ten years, maybe when she turns gray, Cui Moyao still won't fall in love with her!

She always thought that Cui Moyao would be moved by her efforts, but she overlooked one point. Men often don't like women who are too strong. Maybe he can't stand a woman with such a reputation like her. She didn't have a sense of proportion in this regard, so she was doomed. to his love.

For him, she can give up everything.Now, if she wants to be a well-behaved and soft woman, is it too late?

She narrowed her eyes as a thought flashed through her mind.

She's going to go all out, hum!If the tiger doesn't show its power, think of her, He Wensong, as a sick cat!

Cui Moyao returned to the North Garden with heavy steps. Since he was a child, he has never been so empty, bored and tired. Why can't he deal with a woman?

He never even blinked an eye when killing people, but he has nothing to do with her.

The winter night is cold, and there is a faint fragrance of plum blossoms in the wind.He raised his head and looked out of the window. At this moment, the dark clouds above his head were dissipating, and a full moon slowly revealed his face.

At this time, a maid came in with hot tea, set it down and left.

Cui Moyao closed the window casually, sat down at the table and took a sip of the hot tea, not paying attention to the taste of the tea, so he didn't notice that the smell of the tea was different from before.

He Wensong pushed the door open with a chuckle and came in. Her black eyes were shining brightly, with a trace of pride and cunning: "My lord, haven't you fallen asleep yet?"

"Didn't you not be allowed to come in? Your ears are so long?" In an instant, his eyes became gloomy.

"I'm here to serve the prince." She smiled beautifully.

"go out!"

"Apart from this sentence, do you have anything else to say to me?" She walked towards him slowly.

"Are you challenging the limit of this king?" He stood up abruptly, but at this moment he felt a rush of blood, and he pressed his palm on the table, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

"Don't dare." She said she didn't dare, but walked slowly step by step in front of him, reaching out to hold his clenched fist.

"How dare you prescribe medicine to this king!" His eyes turned red, and words came out from between his teeth.

She avoided answering his question, pressing her slender hands on his chest, gently stroking his hard chest muscles, feeling his warmth and strength.

"What do you want?" He held her slender wrist and stopped her from touching his chest.

"What am I going to do? Can't you see it?" She still smiled, unmoved at all, looking at him coquettishly with watery eyes, and the evil smile on her lips made people shiver.

"You..." Cui Moyao suddenly had a bad feeling.

"This is the bridal night you owe me. There is no way, who taught you to be so disobedient, I have to resort to a little trick." He Wensong's expression was helpless, but the light smile on the corner of her mouth revealed her pride.

"You're crazy." He looked at He Wensong warily, trying to break the rope with his internal force, but found that all his internal force had disappeared.

He pursed his lips, narrowed his eyes and stared at her seductive face, his blood flowed uncontrollably.

"Hmph! After tonight, I will be your woman." She blinked and smiled sweetly: "Don't worry, I will definitely satisfy you more than that sick and listless Fu Yaxuan."

"In the palace, there are many women who can get close to this king. Do you think that this king is drugged by you, so you must be the only one?" He raised his brows and sneered.

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