Forced marriage contract: Divorce dear

Chapter 238 I want to take a few steps by myself

"He likes beauties from all over the country the most, women like Lin Kexun who are naturally charming. If Miss An gives her to your brother, he will be very happy, right?"

When she said this, the expression on Wen Qi's face looked a bit hideous.

Even the smile on his face had a vicious taste.

An Yiyi was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled, "You... like Aze?"

Wen Qi was stunned for a moment, but she didn't deny it, "Yes."

"Then how do I know you won't do the same to me in the future?"

She is no fool. . .

Wen Qi laughed softly, "Miss An, the young master is so outstanding, why is it strange that I like him? I know my identity very well, and I don't have any wishful thinking. I do this for the good of the young master, because , only a woman like Miss An is worthy of the young master."

"If Miss An feels uneasy, then just pretend I haven't said anything."

As she spoke, she pretended to turn around and leave.

An Yiyi hurriedly stopped her, "She is with Ming Ze every day now, how can I get her to Country X?"

Although she knew that Wen Qi was not a good bird. . .

However, every word Wen Qi said hit what she thought in her heart.

That's right, if there is no Lin Kexun, Aze's favorite person would be himself.

Without Lin Kexun, she would have been able to marry Aze as she wished.

As for this scheming maid, An Yiyi has plenty of ways to deal with her.

Solving the current problem is the most important thing.

Wen Qi hooked the corners of her lips, turned around, and smiled charmingly and charmingly, "You don't have to worry about this, Miss An."

"Miss An just needs to be responsible for taking her away secretly."

In the morning, bright sunlight pours in from the window.

The rich fragrance of flowers floated over from the garden not far away.

In an empty room, a woman in a light blue gauze dress was helping a beautiful young man in a wheelchair to stand up with difficulty.

The young man looks beautiful and seductive, with a slender figure. . .

It's just that, under the two long arms, each has a crutch.

It was just a standing movement, but it seemed that it took a lot of effort for him.

There was a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

His face was also slightly red.

He panted, took a few deep breaths, turned his head, and said softly to the woman beside him, "Kexun, let me go, I... want to take a few steps by myself."

(End of this chapter)