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

Just when she was hurting alone, a pair of long male arms locked her tightly, and the sudden movement made her panic and struggle. 【26nbsp;】

"Who?" she called uneasily.

"Xuan'er, no matter what, you still have me, and I will take care of you for the rest of my life." Cui Moyao's deep voice rang in her ears, revealing a hint of sadness.

"Mo..." Fu Yaxuan looked back and saw his handsome face, and looked into his deep eyes.

"Xuan'er..." He stroked her soft hair and hugged her into his arms.

She lay quietly on his chest, a familiar scent of masculine musk wafted into her nostrils.

In the human world, where is there no injury, where is there no pain?

Cui Moyao stared at her pear-blossoming rainy face, his thoughts were deep and moving, before he spoke after a while: "Xuan'er... there is something I want to discuss with you."

"I don't want to hear it." Fu Yaxuan shook his head with deep sorrow.

"Xuan'er, you have to cheer up. The Fu family is full of heroes and should not die tragically. I will definitely investigate this matter to the end. But the most important thing at the moment is to let the father-in-law and mother-in-law go to the grave."

She raised her bright eyes, and there were tears in her eyes, which were blood red from the candlelight. She sobbed and said: "No, they are not dead, unless I see it with my own eyes."

"But...Xuan'er, I know you feel uncomfortable, but you can't come back to life after death. I'll help you deal with this matter, don't be too sad, and pay attention to your body." His gaze was so gentle that it could melt ice and snow.

"No!" She stretched out her hand to grab it, tears streaming down her face: "Please, don't go, give me some time, please?"

Cui Moyao thought for a while and nodded, "Okay."

Seeing his dark eyes full of tenderness, her nose sore, tears streaming down her cheeks, her soft hands slowly touched his handsome face: "Mo, I'm not strong, I can't lose it any more. "

He put his arms around her shoulder lightly: "No, I'm by your side. Silly girl, don't think about it."

She shook her head sadly, tears fell down again, and she stepped back: "No! You don't belong to me, you don't belong to me!"

He was stunned, staring at her without speaking, and even forgot to ask why.

She jumped out of bed suddenly, covered her face and ran out crying bitterly, her eyes hurt so much from crying, her heart hurt so badly, and the glasses shattered.

Life is full of despair!Her life is like a coffee table, which is full of cups and tableware.

A person's life is just a few decades, and it is fleeting. Why is she still sad and sad?She doesn't need others to love at all, she loves herself, that's enough!

But in the next second, a hand was placed on her hand that was about to open the door, and she was dragged into a familiar embrace in an instant.

She threw herself into his arms and cried bitterly!The pain in her heart was relieved.In any case, this world will not change because of anyone, and the sun will still rise from the east.

For several days in a row, they lived in the inn, under the cloud of sorrow and mist.The woman cried one after another, and the man was waiting beside her.

The fire was already in ruins, not even a single bone could be found. In the end, Fu Yaxuan nodded and agreed to organize the funeral.

Cui Moyao started to get busy with shopping, Fu Yaxuan cleaned up his pain, listened to Yun'er's persuasion, and went to a relative's house to report the funeral.

The two of them didn't know many relatives of the Fu family, and Fu Yaxuan only knew the Yi family.

As soon as she entered the door of Yi's house, all the old and young of Yi's family treated her as a rare guest and noble person, and even the servants watched curiously, in order to see the true face of the distinguished guest.

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