A prostitute: a good wife provoked an evil husband

Pei Xiaoqing finally calmed down, withdrew from Yuan Rong's arms lightly, bowed to the old lady and said, "It's all my niece's fault, let you worry about it."

Yuanrong's hand was finally grabbed by the housekeeper and bandaged. After hearing this, he pulled Pei Xiaoqing and walked out.

Pei Xiaoqing turned to Old Man Yuan and said, "Don't worry, I will explain to Funing."

Yuan Rong paused and said, "Explain what? Can you explain why you are in my arms? Pei Xiaoqing, between men and women, do you think you can explain it with words when it's like us?"

He turned out to be gloating, Pei Xiaojing stared at him sharply, this man became more and more confused, she couldn't see him clearly, and felt that he was getting more and more dangerous, she really want to escape.

"So what if I can explain it clearly? So what if I can't. For me, reputation has never been able to restrain me. I just worry about my cousin. Not to mention just cuddling and hugging, so what if I have slept? As long as I don't want to, I'm still free, so, cousin, you should worry about Funing, don't let your plans change because of me, I'm really just an insignificant passerby, not worth it."

It was like a sap hitting Yuen Rong on the back of the head. Every sentence she said was sharper than the steel needle just now, and there was a rush of blood in his chest. Turning white, a wry smile appeared on his lips:

"Is my cousin really hard-hearted? You don't care even if you have slept? You say it's not worth it for you, but what is it worth for me in your heart? I'm afraid it's not as good as the 20 taels of silver in your hand." Bar."

Pei Xiaoqing didn't hear the meaning in his words, she only thought that he was angry with herself, all she could think about was how to move out and leave Yuan's house, she was a widow and a widow, just like a rootless weed , drifting with the tide, the Yuan family was just a post where she stopped occasionally.

"Fourth sister, what are you doing?" At this moment, Pei Jinhui, who hadn't shown her face for a long time, came over and looked at her and Yuanrong in surprise.

Yuanrong finally let go of Pei Xiaoqing's hand, and stood there indifferently, the hesitation in his eyes couldn't be more obvious.

However, Pei Jinhui didn't seem to notice, she wiped Pei Xiaoqing's forehead with her hand and said, "Cousin Yuan, my sister was still sick two days ago, are you two fighting again?"

These words made Yuanrong's eyes sink, and he turned around and asked the butler, "Is Miss Cousin sick?"

The butler really didn't know, so he could only bow his head in silence.

A sharp look appeared in Yuanrong's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Go and get twenty boards, Uncle Cheng, I have to tell you, you are becoming more and more lazy now."

Uncle Cheng is very wronged, what did you tell the slave, young master?You only said to take good care of Miss Biao, Miss Biao is a woman, and the slaves can't take care of her close by, and I don't see her asking for medical advice, and I don't see the maid in front of her saying, this one is sick and refuses to rest at home, Seeing the sky, she ran outside, and she was not a god, so how did she know that she was sick?

But he knows the young master's temper best, even if he is wronged, he can't defend himself, just accept it honestly.

Who let himself hit the muzzle of the gun.

The butler went to receive the punishment in a desperate manner.

Pei Xiaoqing said to Pei Jinhui: "Have you packed up the eldest sister's things?"

"Something? Fourth sister, you..." Pei Jinhui looked at Yuanrong.

Yuan Rong's face was livid and silent.

"It's packed, do you want to move out now?" Pei Jinbei had no choice but to ask.

"Well, move away, the first inn in the town, let's stay first..."

Yuan Rong didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and suddenly grabbed her with both hands and hugged her in his arms.