Tang Yang saw her raised the kitchen knife and his heart was so scared that he was about to speak. Yu Wenhao slowly stood up, holding the table with his hand, and said in a deep voice: "You guys go out first, the princess is looking for me."

Gu Si looked at him, "Confirm?"

"Go." Yuwen Hao said.

Gu Si nodded and said to Tang Yang: "Let's go."

Tang Yang was very worried, so Gu Si came over and said that the princess was sent back when she was drunk, so she immediately swung the kitchen knife, and she was really not prepared at all.

A woman who is drunk is very dangerous, but even though the prince's injuries have not healed, it is still no problem to grab the knife from the princess.

He walked out with Gu Si.

"Close the door!" Yuan Qingling raised his kitchen knife and said coldly.

Tang Yang looked at Yu Wenhao, and Yu Wenhao said, "Listen to the princess, she has weapons now, which is the most amazing thing."

The door was closed, and the room was quiet. Yuan Qingling's breathing was heavy and fast, and his chest was fluctuating.

Yuwenhao looked at her, but there was no anger on his face.

"You mock me." Yuan Qingling was even more angry when he heard what he said just now. It was the most amazing thing that she had weapons? She knew that even if she was holding a machine gun, she was still a weak person in front of him.

"No sarcasm, you're drunk." Yu Wenhao tried to come over, his voice soft.

"Don't come over, wherever you stand, I feel dangerous when you come over." Yuan Qingling said angrily, holding up the kitchen knife.

"I am unarmed and seriously injured. I think it's because I think it's dangerous," said Yuwen Hao.

Yuan Qingling narrowed her eyes hard, trying to create a fierce look, but the alcoholic smell made her eyes bleak and had no lethality at all.

She shook for a while, and after running, she seemed even more dizzy. Yu Wenhao was always shaking in her eyes. She muttered a swear word, "Damn it, warn you not to move."

Yuwenhao raised his hand innocently, "I didn't move."

Yuan Qingling felt that she needed a quick knife to cut the mess. She was very sleepy. "I'll ask you, why did you say I didn't agree with you marrying a concubine?"

Yuwenhao looked at her, "You don't agree."

"When did I say I disagree?" Yuan Qingling said fiercely, and raised the kitchen knife in his hand again. A piece of meat flew out on the back of the knife and stuck to her hair. She stretched out her hand and threw it hard on the ground. She felt that this action was so powerful that she swallowed mountains and rivers, so when the confrontation was consolidation, she also added some confidence.

Yuwenhao's mouth twitched, "When we got married, you warned me not to take concubines."

Is there any? Yuan Qingling turned his head and thought for a moment, but couldn't remember it, and he didn't have this memory in his mind.

"Can't you remember it? I will recall the memories with you." Yu Wenhao walked over quietly, his voice with a bewitching breath, "Do you still remember the situation at that time? I was half drunk and returned to my new house, you..."

Yuan Qingling listened in ignorance, tried hard to open his eyes wide, and saw his thorny face shaking in front of him. She took a sudden step back, "Go away, don't come over, and say your words."

Yu Wenhao was almost able to hold her wrist. The woman woke up and felt that she was quick. He was a little annoyed, but he also took a step back and looked at her steadily.

Yuan Qingling's steps were unstable, so he pointed at him with a kitchen knife, his face turned red very much, "Get back, continue to retreat, it's best to stand by the bed. I'm always dizzy, I have to sit down to talk to you."

"Okay, okay, I retreat." Yu Wenhao slowly retreated, retreated to the edge of the bed, and simply sat down on the bed.

Yuan Qingling staggered to the table, looked at the stool and sat down. He didn't sit firmly and fell to the ground. The chair was overturned and covered her knees.

She kicked away roughly, but she could no longer recover her fierce expression. The kitchen knife was indeed heavy, and her wrist was so painful that she couldn't hold it. She fell to the ground with a clang and bounced back. Her hand just raised and swept the blade, and a blood mark splashed.

She sat on the ground for two seconds and thought that she came over to chop people with a kitchen knife, and in the end she was the only one who hurt herself. Her anger turned into grievance and sorrow, her mouth flattened, and she burst into tears.

When Yuwenhao saw her sitting on the ground without any manners, she cried like a child who was bullied, she felt inexplicably pulled in her heart. Seeing that her hands were still bleeding, she raised them up to wipe her tears, and the blood stained her face, and she was as embarrassed as a wild dog who had lost.

He walked over silently, pulled a piece of gauze she had left before, squatted down and wrapped it around her wound, and sighed, "I am wrong, okay? Stop crying, it's ugly, it's even more ugly."

After hearing this, Yuan Qingling cried even more sadly and pushed him away, "When you go away, who wants you to be a false kindness, righteousness and kindness? I have ended up with today's fields, and you are also hurt by you."

Yuwenhao was pushed to the ground by her, reached out to cover his chest, and said in pain: "You have touched my wound."

"Why didn't you die?" Yuan Qingling said angrily.

He looked bent, "I have never seen a widow or a wife. If I die, you must not cry to death."

She forgot to cry and glared at her eyes, "If you die, I will keep a tear from me."

"Yes, you don't cry, and you will even set off firecrackers to celebrate." Yu Wenhao said with a smile.

Yuan Qingling wiped his tears, "It is not environmentally friendly to set off firecrackers."

"Huanbao? What Huanbao?"

Yuan Qingling looked at the handsome face he came over, remembered what he had done to him, and even more, his head was just temporarily placed on his neck in the future, and his head was dizzy and sad.

Her hand reached out and touched it. The moment she touched the kitchen knife, he directly stretched out his legs and kicked it. While kicking the kitchen knife, he also kicked her arm, almost dislocated her arm.

The pain was so heartbroken that she suddenly became angry. She turned over and rushed over, and said angrily: "Domestic violence? I warned you not to hit me. Am I easy to bully? You are a scumbag, Yuan Qingling will fall in love with you because he is blind. If such a woman does not die, I will have to strangle her to death with my own hands."

She pounced, scolded and beat her, and rode directly on him and arched his arms left and right. Fortunately, she was already weak all over. After hitting her, she was as strong as a back massage. It didn't hurt but felt a little comfortable.

However, the place where she was sitting seemed unsuitable, with... wounds.

"Prince, do you need help?" Tang Yang's anxious voice came from outside.

Yu Wenhao responded in a difficult situation, "Stay outside and don't come in."

With this posture, if they see it, wouldn’t they be able to make a joke for the rest of their lives?

He held her hands and said angrily: "You're enough, don't think that I won't touch you if I get drunk."

Yuan Qingling couldn't move his hands, so he hit his head on the face with a bang, and with a bang, she gritted her teeth and her head buzzed.

Yuwen Hao's nose was almost knocked crooked, and tears were almost bursting out from the pain. He grabbed her chin with one hand, "Do you hear it when you stop?"

Yuan Qingling left his face, opened his mouth, and bit his tiger's mouth.

"Are you a dog?" Yu Wenhao was so angry that he wanted to kick her away, but seeing her blushing paranoia and resentment, he thought that he had indeed harmed her this time, so he didn't care about her.
Chapter completed!