A tentative statement seemed to have struck Xu Yan's pain in his foot.

After his face turned red after his erectile dysfunction, he turned his back angrily.

After calming down a little, he turned around and pointed at Jiang Fosang and scolded her fiercely.

He was arguing about his husband's position, and he was disobeying his woman's position... He put off his hat without showing any mercy.

Finally, he was so happy that he spoke to her and asked her to go back to Xu's house and stay calm and stop doing these futile actions.

——I feel guilty at this point, but I still want to take the initiative.

According to my heart, although Jiang Fosang had resentment towards Xu Yan before, there was no hatred.

He just thought he was like himself and had no choice but to arrange an unpleasant marriage by his family, so he resisted passively and avoided it.

After learning that everything was Xu Yan's original intention, her mood changed subtly, but now she wanted to get out more than to hold her accountable.

However, he was willing to leave aside his rift and talk about it in detail, but Xu Balang did not get into the oil and salt.

The first meeting between the two ended unhappily.

"Just let her go like that?"

The square-faced man covered the door, turned around, and walked towards Xu Yan with a strange smile.

"Aren't you afraid that she will see something, and go back to the house to sue you?"

Xu Yan was just about to call the dereliction of duty to punish the doorkeeper. He was afraid that there would be no trouble in the garden, but the doorman still arranged it. Are these lowly slaves blind today? He actually let outsiders break in!

The man with a square face asked, and couldn't help but sneer: "Do you think this is still a secret?"

"It's really cruel to let her stay alone in the empty bedroom." The square-faced man looked regretful.

Xu Yan tasted it and looked at him squintly: "Did you like her?"

The square-faced man approached, and the two men's clothes were entangled again: "What if I say yes?"

"Kuang Bin, don't you know what you are! No..."

Apart from a door, Jiang Fosang stood alone in the bright sun, but it was like being in an ice cave.

If she hadn't had the experiences of Huanlou in her previous life, she might have been confused today.

Xu Yan's eyebrows and eyes with the square-faced man were too suspicious. He could not give a reason to take the initiative to marry but neglect her in every way. Thinking back to the two figures that snuggled together at the beginning of his entry... Jiang Fosang thought about it more and more, and then he left and returned.

"There are people outside the door!"

Xu Yan pushed Kuang Bin away alertly and went out to see that there was nothing unusual in the yard.

Kuang Bin chased him out and found two figures supporting the departing around the corner.

He was used to such storms and was not afraid of being knocked out. He turned around and looked at Xu Yan's joke: "What should I do if the paper fails to cover the fire?"

Xu Yan's face changed and he said hard: "At worst, I can go to my mother and cry."

"Your mother knows it, she's not afraid, what if she's going to steal it?"

In a noble family, there are many people who are good at men. The bad ones are bad. The previous dynasty has a broken sleeve emperor. After the male favors the man, he is also controlled by the court, which makes the court dizzy and bloody, and finally ruins the great country. Only then does the world come to the hands of Yanshi.

It was first known that men were no less harmful to their country than their beauty. With the lessons of the previous experience, the Yan Dynasty hated men after its founding. Although it could not be cut off from its roots, no matter how unrestrained the children of later families were, they would not dare to show off their own reputation. Especially those who wanted to go on a career, if they were spread out, they would not be able to do so in their own career, and would also cause family reputation.

But to put it in detail, there are two types of good male style.

Most people act as a transfer, but they do not delay the continuation of the family line. Both inside and outside are at peace, so they are at peace.

Like Xu Yan... Kuang Bin smiled playfully.

If you can't live without a man, the bride's marriage is just a shameful decoration. With his disgust of women as if he is a feud, even if he pretends, he cannot pretend to be in harmony with his face. Over time, how can the other party not make trouble?

Kuang Bin remembered the graceful figure just now and licked his lips.

Isn’t it a pity that the dew-containing buds withered in the garden and no one picks them?

Xu Yan looked gloomy: "She dared not. The daughter of a declining family must rely on the Xu family. She doesn't know the best. Even if she knows, she will swallow it."

-

Jiang Fosang stumbled and fryed with a heart like fire.

In her previous life, even if she had something to do, it was still a matter of the boudoir. Since she stepped into the Xu Mansion, she had decided to cut off the past and become a qualified Xu family wife.

But everything went against my wishes.

Xu Yan was even more unwilling to do so than her, so how could he be in line with her? Even if he respected each other like a guest, he was also a delusion.

I thought he was forced to do anything, I thought he had something to do, I thought he was devoted to the truth - but it turned out that she guessed it right, but it was not completely right.

I have been suspicious, hurt and disgusted countless times.

Everyone said it was her fault.

She also thought it was because she was not good enough and she did not do enough, so her husband refused to return home and was unwilling to perform her husband's duties with her...

There was also Zang scolding and resentment year after year, accusing her of not giving birth to a son and half of her daughter for Xu Yan...

Gradually, she was unwilling to go out, unwilling to meet guests, or even unwilling to be exposed to the sun.

For eight years, she was like a trapped beast prisoner, imprisoned in the Xu family's back house, and in the second half of her life she was even more drifting in a foreign land, living in a state of no human or ghost... Although the main evil was Lou Huanjun, the initiator was clearly his Xu Balang!

He thought lightly and dragged himself into this hell of the infinite.

The stomach is overwhelming, and the nausea is getting worse and worse.

Jiang Fosang pushed Jiao Xing away and walked a few steps, holding the trees beside the road and vomited violently, and finally he vomited only dry retards.

Seeing that the daughter had not returned for a long time, Jiao Xing was afraid that she would have an argument with Hachilang, so she entered the garden to find someone. Halfway through the way, the daughter suddenly turned back again, and she happened to appear.

At first she didn't understand why the woman was struck by lightning, until the movements in the study became more and more extraordinary...

Jiao Xing scolded Xu Balang while blushing his eyes.

Jiang Fosang waved his hand with a weak energy, held the tree trunk and stood up straight, calmly and ethereal, saying: "Go back to your house."

"Are you angry?"

On the way back, Jiao Xing saw Jiang Fosang closing his eyes and leaning against the wall of the car. Except for the trembling eyelashes, the rest was calm.

She was a little confused. How could nothing happen after breaking through such a dirty thing?

"You said," Jiang Fosang closed his eyes and asked an irrelevant question, "Is the man who created the Changsheng Cult?"

Jiao Xing didn't understand: "It should be."

"I always thought he was snatched away by the Changsheng School, and I always thought... Haha, they are all men all the time, and it seems that it's no different if you think about it."

No wonder he had close contacts with the members of the Changsheng Cult in his previous life, and his "friends" around him changed one after another.

Others entered the sect for immortality and the great way. Xu Balang was afraid that a mouse would fall into the rice jar when he entered the sect.

Jiang Fosang suddenly lowered his head and his shoulders thrust.

"My daughter, you..." Jiao Xing thought she was so sad that she burst into tears. She was about to comfort her, but she took out the handkerchief and found that the woman was crying, and she clearly laughed.

Jiang Fosang smiled uncontrollably and it took him a long time to stop.

She wiped the corners of her eyes, stared at the wetness of her fingertips, thinking about the half-life that was arranged as chess pieces-

How can we not regret and how can we not hate?

But since it is a foregone conclusion, let go of regret and hatred.

The knife that Xu Yan handed over by himself was useless.

Tooth drops and blood swallows? It can’t be done in this life.
Chapter completed!