This concubine is very ruffian and wild

Chapter 273 Touching, Gentle Between Fingers! (3)

Xuan Ye can easily imagine what the master is going to do.

He had seen a portrait in the master's room, and the woman in that painting was almost the same as Wildfire.

Only when facing that portrait, the master will occasionally show warm eyes.

That gaze was the same as the one that the master accidentally flashed when he looked at the wild fire just now.

He even captured many women who looked the same as the woman in the portrait and brought them back to the master's room.

However, without exception.

All those women were quickly thrown out and became the tree's supper or breakfast.

Pushing open the door and walking in, putting the wild fire in his arms on the gorgeous crimson bed, Xuan Ye turned and left.

Just at this time, Wildfire on the bed let out a low whisper.

With a very low sound, Xuan Ye's footsteps suddenly became heavy as if filled with lead.

……

Since you and I have no relatives, let's be relatives!
……

In Xuanye's ear, the sound of wild fire somehow flashed.

That gentle voice was like a sharp thorn, which not only hurt his ears, but also hurt his heart.

Will his heart ache for anyone? !

This is the first time in the six years I have followed Master.

Slowly, as if that turning around exhausted all his strength.

Finally, Xuan Ye turned around uncontrollably and looked at the wildfire on the bed.

In the jumping flames, her face became paler and paler.

The slightly drooping eyelashes cast a faint shadow, adding a sense of weakness and helplessness to that delicate little face.

The wild fire at this time is like her when she was drunk that night.

Do not!
You can't be soft on her.

Did that woman soften her heart when she killed Grandpa? !

Don't forget, it was her mother who killed grandpa!
It is fair that the father owes the son to pay, and the mother owes the daughter to pay back!
She is your enemy, enemy!
Xuan Ye shouted in his heart.

"Wildfire, if you want to blame, blame you for having such a vicious mother!"

Whispering bitterly, Xuan Ye suddenly turned around and rushed out of the wooden door.

Outside the door, a middle-aged man stood quietly against the stone wall, playing with an empty gold wine glass in his hand.

Seeing the master, Xuan Ye's heart couldn't help shrinking.

(End of this chapter)