A prostitute: a good wife provoked an evil husband

Pei Xiaoqing was startled when she heard that, what kind of stupid talk is this, is it possible that she, Pei Xiaoqing, is a public lover?Seeing that men will like it?

The fire that had been dissipated came back up again, and finally he flicked his sleeves and said, "So I am like this in my cousin's eyes, anyway, I will take Zisang and leave tomorrow to go to Dachu. Come on, Ye Qianjin You shouldn’t dislike me as a widow.”

After all, he turned around with a cold face and left.

The hand was caught, and he pulled it back vigorously. In front of him was Yuanrong's eyes full of anger, "What are you talking about?"

The voice was also extremely cold, as if he had risen from hell. Pei Xiaoqing had never seen Yuen Rong like this before. One second he was a gentle and jade-like young master, and the next second he was like hell. horrible.

She wanted to break away angrily, but Yuanrong hooked her with his long arms, hugged her into his arms, and pressed his lips against her.

"Slap!" A loud slap sounded in the study, and five slender red marks appeared on Yuanrong's porcelain-like face.

Pei Xiaoqing looked at him coldly and said, "Don't think that if I call you cousin, you can do whatever you want, Yuanrong, I didn't realize that you are still a disciple."

"Aren't you a widow? Ye Qianjin can do it, why can't I?" Yuanrong's hands gripped Pei Xiaoqing's hand like steel pliers, pulled her into his arms, his eyes were piercingly cold, and he once again possessed him .

The word "widow" pierced Pei Xiaoqing's heart like a steel needle, and the dull pain made her unable to breathe. When she said it in self-deprecating words, she didn't feel it, but now it was said through Yuanrong's mouth , the pain was overwhelmed, her eyes were no longer uncontrollable, she remained motionless, she looked straight ahead, tears fell silently, wet Yuanrong's lips, a sour and slightly bitter taste came from the tip of her tongue, He was stunned, as if he had taken some time off, fixedly, heartbroken and helpless looking at her, the anxiety and pity in his eyes were like a ball of fire wrapped in ice, the outer ice shell couldn't bear the fire in his heart The burning soon melted and transpired, and the water vapor extinguished the scorching fire, leaving only tenderness and affection that were too thick to dissolve.

Slowly let go of his hand, rubbing it gently for her through internal strength.

"You... don't cry, don't cry, okay?" The voice was also soft, with helplessness and heartache.

The more Pei Xiaoqing cried, the more sad she became. Widow, Yunxi, when you married you, you said that you would give me a lifetime of happiness. Does your happiness make me a young widow?

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't be healing you, please don't cry, okay?" Yuanrong was at a loss, and kept wiping her tears with a handkerchief, wanting to embrace her, but she His eyes were extremely cold and there was a touch of hatred, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air, such a person who was so calm and everything was in his chest, when facing her tears, it was like A child who has done something wrong and doesn't know what to do.

"Xiaoqing, be good, don't cry, okay, it's my fault, I shouldn't mention Ye Qianjin, I know you're not that kind of person, Xiaoqing, don't cry, okay, I'll let you fight Can you hit me to vent your anger?" Yuan Rong took Pei Xiaoqing's hand and hammered her chest again and again.

Pei Xiaoqing pushed him away suddenly, and said coldly: "Don't touch me, I hate you."

After that, he turned around and rushed out.

Yuanrong looked at the delicate body that had gone away in despair, the pain gradually filled his eyes, and he walked out.