Feng Huang Mu

Princess Zhao Xi actually became a weak and bitter woman when she woke up. She was the chess piece of the mistress, the abandoned wife of the Wealthy Class!Her husband wanted to divorce her, her mother-in-law wanted to kick her out, and she wanted to be a stepping stone.In her dictionary, there was no such thing as cannon fodder. Even with a bad hand, he could still become an explosive.Xiao San was a concubine after all. Children loved life, so he had to call her mother after all.Of course, he could divorce her if he wanted to. He wanted to get out of the family and give her the money to pay for it. What kind of man was that? It was worth giving up a forest for her.Ah? The Wealthy Class husband didn&#x27;t agree. He still wanted her to give birth to a child and have his dreams. Was she like a good wife or a good mother?

Who Are You, Man?

Gu Beiye picked up the painting on the table and looked at it. Then he slowly tore it in front of her. One piece, one piece after another, he tore it into pieces and threw it into the wind.

He hated her for being so casual. Very well, she was heartless, and he was also heartless.

However, he still wanted to tear the painting that she had drawn. Zhao Xi picked up the ink on the table and poured it on his face. "Carry it then. Who is afraid of who? Do you think I am afraid of you? "

Gu Beiye wiped his face and held the black ink in his hand.

He suddenly took another step forward and pressed her against the pillar beside the pavilion. He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

He had tasted both the ink and the smell of blood.

A Hateful Kiss