Reborn Evil Husband and Wife: Slim and Poisonous Girl

This is a battle between gentlemen, and the winners and losers depend on their means.

Tang Jingtian glanced at him coolly, "She is mine, why bother to compete? Mr. Ye, you can't get in between me and her, give up as soon as possible, I'm for your own good."

What are you kidding, automatically log out?Don't even think about it in this life.

She can only be his!

There was more patience in Ye Ruge's eyes, "Thank you, but I still have to try my best, even if the result is not satisfactory, I will have no regrets."

This man is too domineering, too strong, and too determined to win.

With such an opponent, even if you lose, it is not a shameful thing.

After saying this, he didn't bother and left freely.

Seeing his tall and straight back disappearing at the gate of the courtyard, Jingtian sighed softly, "What a fool."

But why not myself?

Love is love, where is there so much hesitation?

The night was getting deeper and deeper, the moon was hiding behind the dark clouds, there was a loud thunder, and the big raindrops fell down.

Wuyou was so stuffed with food that he couldn't fall asleep and rolled around on the bed.

The wind and rain were precarious, Zuo Er, who was sleeping on the soft couch in the outer room, got up and closed the window. When he accidentally saw the figure, he couldn't help being stunned.

"Miss, Prince Rui is sleeping on a tree."

Wuyou jumped up abruptly, then picked up the cloak and wrapped it around his body, and looked with his head, he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

After standing for a long time, she pursed her lips, "He gets wet whenever he likes to get in the rain. He's so sleepy. Go to sleep."

She turned her head and went to the inner room, jumped on the bed and grabbed the quilt to cover her head, and closed her eyes, but her heart was restless and she couldn't fall asleep.

As the wind and rain got heavier, she held onto the corner of the quilt tightly, her heart turning a thousand times.

You're not a fool, why don't you hide in the house?

He was clearly fighting against her!

No, it should be a bitter trick.

That bastard is too hateful!

Hmm, she's not fooled.

Tossing and turning, tossing and turning, it was not until early morning that I fell asleep in a daze.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, suddenly there was a sudden tremor, she frowned angrily, and refused to open her eyes.

Zuo Er shook her body desperately, and shouted in her ear, "It's bad, Prince Rui has passed out."

Worry-free was startled, sat up abruptly, sweating profusely, and his heart was beating wildly.

Are you seriously ill?

She pursed her lips and ordered dryly, "It's really troublesome, drag him into the east wing and pass him on to the imperial physician."

Zuo'er responded, walked out, suddenly stopped, turned his head and asked, "Miss, don't you want to go and have a look?"

Wuyou lowered her head, unable to see the expression on her face clearly, her voice was muffled.

"I'm not a doctor, what should I look for?"

A trace of unbearableness flashed in Zuo'er's eyes, and he sighed in his heart, what a wicked fate.

After she left, Wuyou raised his head, his face was full of worry and anxiety.

Don't you just want her to ask him to come into the house?

You bastard, he was so angry with his body, what an idiot.

What made her even more angry was that she was so worried!

Will he be fine?

No, no, no, bad people live for thousands of years, how can he die if he is so bad?

She was restless, wandering around the room, forgot to eat breakfast, and wanted to go out several times to have a look, but when she reached the door, she shrank back inexplicably.

When Zuo'er came in, he saw the young lady sitting by the window, holding a book in her hand, her brows were tightly frowned, and she looked very worried.

Hearing the movement, she immediately sat down and read with relish.

Zuo'er glanced at it, but couldn't bear to tell her that the book was upside down.

"Prince Rui has a cold and high fever. The imperial physician said that if the fever doesn't subside tomorrow, he might burn his head."