Poison Concubine Playing Evil King: Miss Beast Controlling

Yan Shaoming didn't pay attention to Miss Qiu's reaction at all. To him, that woman was someone with whom he couldn't possibly have any interaction.

Although everyone in the family now acquiesces that Miss Qiu is his future wife, how can a woman who can't even get his own approval become his wife? It's really ridiculous to the extreme.

Walking into his tent, Yan Shaoming gently put the girl in his arms on the bed.

But Yan Shaoming felt sensitively that his actions were being watched closely by a pair of vicious eyes, so he said directly without turning his head, "Get out!"

It was just one word, spat out from Yan Shaoming's thin red lips, but the owner of those vicious eyes felt that his heart was broken for a moment, and although she withdrew the punishment's gaze in time, but that The resentment in her eyes grew stronger. Yes, she hated it. She hated this unknown girl for being able to take away the tenderness that should belong to her.

Yes, although Yan Shaoming never admitted her, Huang Qiu'er has long branded this man with her own brand. For her, this man is destined to be hers, but now this man has given her tenderness to her. With other women, she is angry, she is jealous, she resents.

That woman, at this moment, Huang Qiu'er really wanted to tear that woman into pieces.

"Miss, let's go back to the tent first!" Huang Qiu'er's personal maid walked to Huang Qiu'er's side at this time, and supported her arm.

Huang Qiu'er's pretty face seemed to have been covered with a layer of ice.

As soon as she got back into the tent, Huang Qiu'er sat heavily on the bed, but her delicate face was already distorted, and she could no longer find the slightest sense of beauty: "That bitch, I'm going to kill her, I'll kill her!" To kill her!"

Huang Qiu'er's voice was very loud, and it was full of the smell of exhaustion.

Tweety's body shook, she hurriedly stepped forward, raised her hand to cover Huang Qiuer's mouth: "Miss, keep quiet, keep quiet, if you are heard by Young Master Biao, it will be a big disaster!"

While talking, Tweety turned her head and looked outside, but she didn't see anyone near the tent, Tweety breathed a long sigh of relief, and then she looked at Huang Qiuer seriously: "Miss, if you can't bear it, you will mess up." Big conspiracy, you have to hold your breath!"

"How do you make me calm down!" Huang Qiu'er was about to jump up at this moment: "I ask you, when did you see your cousin look so gentle, but now he is so fond of that one who I don't know where he picked it up?" Bitch, you are so gentle, do you know, these should belong to me!"

While speaking, Huang Qiu'er's hands were already tightly clasped on Tweety'er's shoulders, and those pointed fingers almost sank into Tweety'er's flesh.

Although Cui'er was in pain, she still held back and did not exhale: "Miss, that woman is just a low-level woman, even if Young Master Biao really moved his mind, he is just playing for fun. It is impossible for a low-level woman to marry into the Yan family, even as a concubine!"

Tweety'er's analysis made Huang Qiuer regain some sense of reason, yes, how could she have forgotten about this matter.